Chocolate Donuts and Safe Sex

Jerry and I went out for a quick cup of coffee this evening with Teré.  She had just finished work and, before heading home, wanted a little pastry to hold her over until dinner time.  The café we went to has great tapas, but only packaged pastries, so Teré got a package of Madeleines (Magdalenas) and Jerry and I split a package of two chocolate glazed donuts.

While we ate, Teré commented that normally you would only buy donuts fresh the day they are baked, but now they have these packaged ones.  I commented in Spanish that all we were eating were “preservativos” and Teré burst out laughing.  What could be so funny about preservatives, I thought.  Teré explained that what I really meant was “additivos.” Well, that obviously means additives.  But, what could be so funny about what I said.  I was simply being more specific.  Teré was still laughing.

Preservativos are condoms.

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

26 thoughts on “Chocolate Donuts and Safe Sex”

  1. So you can get them glazed in chocolate now the Mitch?

    Think of the calories!! (although I guess they'd be burnt off fairly rapidly) 😉

  2. If Tere is ever depressed don't offer her consolation (consolador) in Spanish it is a dildo.

    love your blog

    saludos,
    raulito

  3. True Story:

    Once, long before I was with my partner, I was a serial dater. On one date, I mentioned that I had a rug in my basement that I needed brought up to the first floor but it was too heavy. He offered to help me, so we went to my house for a drink after the movie. As we were sitting on the sofa with our drinks, he kept moving closer to me and I knew that soon he would move in for the kissing part. But, I REALLY wanted that rug brought up first before things got hot and heavy. So,I smiled at him sweetly and meant to say, "So, are you ready to go down to the basement?

    Instead, I said, "So, are you ready to go down on me in the basement?"

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