A Tale of Two Condoms

Once upon a time there was a girl who loves everything with polka dots, she loves those tiny circles to bits that she even plans to use it as a wedding theme - if ever she gets married. She admires anything with polka dots but does not buy them often - she just thinks it's not practical. She just views anything online that is related to polka dots. Skirts, bags, blouses, laptop cases, mugs, swimwear, curtains, wallpapers, shoes, towels, carpets, food art.. the list could go on and on and on..

One day in the early months of 2011, she was window shopping at a local department store when a single umbrella caught her eye. It was as if all the other umbrellas are not at par with it. It was dark blue and it has little white circles on it -- it was either an umbrella with chicken pox or it has polka dots! Her heart skipped a bit and she knew right then and there that she wants it. She ditched her green umbrella for the new one. It became part of her humble polka dot collection. She bought it around summer time and she wished it rained just a little so she can show off her new purchase. It didn't - but she used it anyway. She had a long affair with that umbrella, she refused to leave it at home even if she knows she won't use it. Then one rainy June evening she arrived home with just an empty case in her hand - she left her precious polka dot umbrella on a cab. She was heartbroken and she could only wish that her sturdy and beautiful umbrella would be useful to anyone who picked it up. She hoped that the new owner would have a lasting affair until with that polka dot beauty as she did. 

The girl knew that she must move on and start looking for a new umbrella - she needs one since it's officially typhoon season where she's at. She searched high and low for another polka dot umbrella but she never found one. Well she did, but not the same quality as her old one. After a while she stopped looking for a polka dot umbrella, she opened herself to different styles, different colors but same quality. She got a new umbrella in red, she didn't like it at first but it grew on her, for almost a month that umbrella protected her from rain and even the scorching heat. Then a few minutes before July turns to August she walks from the cab to her gate with her bag on her arm and a cake in one hand and  and an empty red umbrella case on the other. Yes, she lost her red-ish umbrella. She lost another one again. 

Now, all she has are two empty umbrella condoms. A reminder that at one point or another she had a rain-buddy. Now she must look for another one and hopefully the next one would last forever or until it breaks or  until the girl dies - whichever comes first.