Thanks to everyone who commented on my last entry... though I doubt they will return. Anyway, I've finally figured out what to do with this -- blog about NYC! Since New York City is so interesting (in more ways than one), I going to write of things New York. The adventures will never be boring, but will probably be few and far between.

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I got some condoms today. No, it's not what you think. I was walking home in the East Village and two women with some plastic bags stopped me. In bright pink, the white bags said, "We care about YOU!" I was thinking, "She's handing out condoms," as she said, "here you go, honey." I thanked her (I am mortified to have said that, like I really wanted them, but old habits die hard), took the bag, and continued down the block. I wondered, "Did she really give me prophylactics?" and I started to feel the contents from the outside of the bag (yeah, I'm not one for taking out what may be condoms in public) and felt a rubbery ring. So it was either condoms or a IUD (intrauterine device). When I got home, I took out the contents and found: two (2) pamphlets; a little business card-like card that says, "Take control," with info on emergency contraception; a bumper sticker with a picture of a rubber that says, "Just wear it," ; and three (3) lubricated condoms "for natural action" made in Thailand. Well, time to start my promiscuity! J/p. But really, was there something about me that said, "Promiscuous"? Or maybe because I was in the East Village... everyone in there is promiscuous! (J/k again; I always see a lot of senior citizens there and they are [presumably] not promiscuous.) So now I have contraceptives... Well, they expire in 2006, so maybe I'll know someone who needs some (and gets some) by then.
P.S. I also found a black panty liner in the gutter. Ciao.
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