Growing up with first generation Indian parents, conversations (or even insinuations) to dating, relationships, or sex were avoided like the plague in our household. If there was a kissing scene on TV? Change the channel! A sex scene on TV? Cut the cable!! And we would never, EVER stop within the vicinity of the condom aisle - now appropriately called "the family planning section" - in the grocery store. EVER.
If my parents found out that my siblings and I actually knew what condoms WERE then..."You better get your passport made missy, because it's time to find you a nice Punjabi boy and get you married!!"
Most women realize the importance of smooth exit strategies in order to meander away from the clutches of overly aggressive male pursuers. You know what I mean, the slick-haired joe with the twisted facial expressions, which he thinks are uber-sexy, but really they just make him look constipated. For the guys: If you DON'T know what I mean, find the most sexually frustrated man-child you know (who has zero game and an over-inflated ego), take him to a bar and watch his face when he tries to pick up girls. BINGO! Now imagine that stare directed at you...How we women can resist stripping at the mere sight of it is beyond me!
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