You heard right, Mona got a copper IUD put in today.
(Not actually Mona in picture)
Whether she’s making a declaration about her feelings towards me or towards sex in general, it doesn’t matter. It happened.
Historically, I’ve worn condoms every time. (Actually I only wear one at a time, not sure why I said “condoms.”) I’ve always been careful not to impregnate a woman while she, I and WE were not ready to become parents. That was always priority one. And I didn’t want STDs, of course.
Ok except twice.
I think I’ve only had unprotected sex twice, relying on the ol’ “Pull and Pray” technique. And after one of those times, in 2003, her period came late so pray we did. But the IUD, though I hear it’s the most efficient birth control method available, will be weird.
“What? You afraid of feeling some skin on skin, you wuss?”
No, that’s not the case, Vinny.
Though I hear condoms can break or be put on improperly, I just can’t see how an IUD can be more efficient than a condom, which is basically a wall. Donald Trump wants to build WALL to keep illegal Mexicans out, not an IUD. Walls gotta be tough.
We’ve both been STD tested so we’re clean on that end.
I’ll be overly concerned about her getting pregnant for a while. I’m just so used to the condom I don’t know how to deal with the new freedom.
My Johnson has Stockholm Syndrome.