(click for source)Just think of this as a worst-case scenario opt-out. You met a guy, he happened to be wearing clothes that were deceivingly normal, you didn't see any gold chains...he had a beer, you had a beer, then a couple more...it all seemed to be going well...until you got to his place and maybe the leopard furniture didn't jump out at you immediately (it was dark), and maybe the case of ZIMA on the table didn't catch your attention (you were already wasted).
And then...he took out a box of condoms that said "Christian Audigier" on them, and you found yourself saying out loud, "Isn't that that guy..." and then you looked at the dude you were with, and suddenly it dawned on you! That your sneaking suspicion he came from Jersey was in fact correct! That you were about to have sex with a guy who actually took the time and pride to buy Ed Hardy condoms!
It was your moment of clarity...your moment of salvation. It was a close one, but you made it. And you'd never make the mistake again.
And then...he took out a box of condoms that said "Christian Audigier" on them, and you found yourself saying out loud, "Isn't that that guy..." and then you looked at the dude you were with, and suddenly it dawned on you! That your sneaking suspicion he came from Jersey was in fact correct! That you were about to have sex with a guy who actually took the time and pride to buy Ed Hardy condoms!
It was your moment of clarity...your moment of salvation. It was a close one, but you made it. And you'd never make the mistake again.
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