At Least

Story Sent in by Elizabeth:

I was a bit surprised when William showed up to the date wearing a bulging blue and yellow fanny pack. He was otherwise well dressed, making his accessory choice even more blatant. I assumed that he kept his wallet and keys in there, but when he paid for our coffees, I was surprised to find that he kept his wallet in his pocket.

I thanked him and we sat down. Not too long into the conversation, when I felt comfortable enough to indulge my curiosity, I asked, "What's in the fanny pack?"

He stood up and unzipped it. It was loaded with what I at first thought were teabags in multicolored packages. But they weren't teabags at all. They were condoms.

"Oh my God!" I said.

"You asked," he replied, then sat back down without zipping his fanny pack back up.

Reflecting that he must have had at least a hundred of them in his pack, I asked, "How much action are you expecting?"

He asked, "How much you got?"

We both had a great laugh over that. And while he sweet-talked me into going to third base with him in his car, at least he went home with the same amount of rubbers that he had when he arrived.