After Eight

I remember being at a cafeteria's dirty men's room. On the wall, there was a condom dispenser called "After Nine". First I thought that maybe having impromptu sex in men's room wasn't a myth after all. Then I thought how handy it was to have a condom dispenser in men's room; it's just like made of shy guys. I had also heard warnings on how weak such condoms are.

But the name itself was somehow familiar. So was the font. And the logo. Then it dawned on me; After Eight chocolate.

I thought it was funny, even after the obvious copyright issues. After eight you feed her chocolate and a hour later, after nine, a condom covered penis.

When I left the room I found myself thinking on how many men have brought their loves a pack of condoms instead of a pack of chocolate? And how many of them have slept alone because of that simple mistake.

And somewhere, hundreds miles away, a lonely poet raises a skull and asks; rubber or chocolate? That is the question.