Dear young woman whom I observed buying condoms at the store the other night,
You probably didn’t take much notice, but we just happened cross paths in the same grocery aisle when I was buying baby supplies which someone humorously located right across from the family planning section.
You were there with a girlfriend and you were on your cell phone. You sounded a bit tipsy.
As I walked by holding my baby, I overheard you explain to your caller, “I’m trying to buy condoms here,”
I shuddered when you said that. Judging by appearance, you must be at least ten years younger than myself. No wedding ring either.
Your girlfriend casually suggested buying someone else a box of condoms too. And one for herself. “Might as well,” you said.
My heart bled.