Of Blue Dildoes

My car engine requires an oil change and a check up every 3 months which I dutifully maintain. So after much thought, I figured that after 22 years, it was high time to go see a gynaecologist. Opting on my school's health clinic out of convenience, I dialed the Health Services number, and then pressed 1, and then 8 and then 8 to schedule an appointment regarding women's health just like the automated voice message system instructed me to. After five minutes, I finally acheived human contact, who then told me that I had to go to the school's health education services to receive sex education before I could see a gynaecologist.

Annoyed but yet determined, I scheduled an (inconvenient) appointment with the health education department. On the day, I was ushered into a room where a giggly youngish-looking intern started talking to me about sex education. Out of her plastic box, she pulled out a bright blue plastic dildo and proceeded to roll a bright purple condom onto it, appropriately using the correct technique. So there I was, trying to keep a straight face all whilst thinking when would be the next time in my life I would see a blue dildo and purple condom at the same time. I spent the next 45 minutes talking about 101 ways to avoid STDs and pregnancy.

Hmmm, if you considered pregnancy a disease, then I guess you could call it an STD. Food for thought.