Do you remember the first time your mother made you buy the Kotex? Slinking through the drugstore with that big box of pads all the while hoping you didn’t run into any boys you knew? Or when you bought a package of condoms for the first time? Or just started buying them again after finding yourself out in the dating world after a relationship of years was over? Slipping the box onto the conveyor at the checkout strategically placed among a dozen other items because you were too old to be embarrassed, right? That box of Trojans propped up between the Diet Coke and the toilet bowl cleaner was a sign of how comfortable you were with your mature woman’s sexuality – until the teenage cashier turned out to be the student in your homeroom whose name and face you never could remember but were unlikely to forget again? Read Full Article