What An Ash

WTF? Why would he call to your attention a recently-used condom in the ashtray?!

It’s hilarious that a young guy might think that a girl might be impressed by this, when it fact any self-respecting girl would be wholly turned off!

This guy had no class.

A bit of an overreaction. Most men have a used condom in their car’s ashtray. You know, for good luck. I’m a bit stunned that some girls does not know this.

Why on earth would any female know that? It’s not her fault she’s not up to date on unclassy guys’ gross habits.

at least he practices safe sex!

Xandraya: “It’s not her fault she’s not up to date on unclassy guys’ gross habits.”

Actually, I would say the majority of men (at least the single ones) practice this tradition. Yes. Even the super-classy and educated ones. I’m sorry to hear that no man have trusted you enough to share this old and important good luck ritual. Please check the ashtray on your next date. Believe me. You will be surprised.

yeah but it smells terrible when you put your cigarette out in it

I have never heard of such a thing. I would find it horribly insulting if a man did that one a date.

I think “…” is pulling our collective leg, to see if we’ll buy it.

The same way my sister & I told our brother that girls weren’t capable of farting, when either of us cut one in the back seat during long car trips.

I hop no guys really do that, it’s just foul. That’s like dangling a used tampon from your review mirror to bring your period on and prevent pregnancy! And the fact that he asked you to smell it is to much. I love filthy humor that offends everyone, but this makes me want to puke a little…

LOL @ anyone believing this is common practice.
…, well done.
Anyway, that’s one of the strangest stories I’ve read.

Lisa:

I have never before heard such relentless accusation before!

To put this discussion to an end, please look at the map provided by B.C.U.O.M.B (2006):

http://i.imgur.com/xJwcW.png

And yes – I would like to see an sincere apology!

Best regards
James T.

“I’m sorry to hear that no man have trusted you enough to share this old and important good luck ritual.”

translation: I’m pulling your leg. Can’t ya feel me tugging?

…:

You’ve offered incontrovertible evidence, in linking to the colorful map labeled ‘Percentage of men keeping used condoms in ashtray’.

Had I grown up in Greenland, Madagascar, Sumatra, Siberia, or Vatican City– all places where the custom’s quite common– I might not have made such a foolish, uninformed accusation.

It’s the price I pay for living on Easter island, where your puzzling condom-customs are Unknown.

Hehehhe!! This is great!

As for the date, it sounds like he’s still IN middle school. That’s exactly the sort of gross-out humour a 12-yo would find hilarious.

Lisa:

Thank you for the honest apology.

I have kept a link to that specific map in my bookmarks since fall 2006. It was nice to finally find a use for it.

Thank you and best regards
James T.

James T:

I have a feeling you’ll find many uses for the versatile map– better keep it bookmarked.

Disgusting! I would’ve stepped out of the car right away.

hahaha troll’d.

See the reason I know it’s fake is that every South African I know keeps a used condom in their car’s ashtray; so much for your ‘data’!

I think it’s disgusting that some people keep insisting that men put used condoms in their ashtray. This is a lie. We keep our used condoms in the glove compartment (there’s more room).

This post has the best comments ever.

haha i found the comments more entertaining then the story about the date

Lol @ … I’m pretty sure Lisa was mocking you.

And for the record, I’m totally ok with no guy ever “trusting” me enough to make me sniff a used condom in his ashtray. I will check his ashtray next time I go on a date with a decent guy, and then I’ll laugh and think of you when he doesn’t have one.

ewww that’s gross , and weird

So much for women being “intuitive”. Used condoms in car ashtrays are perfectly normal (http://www.ripnroll.com/used-condoms.htm). We did learn something in sex ed while you girls were in the other classroom stretching jimmy hats over bananas. The teacher tells us the ashtray is *supposed* to be temporary (like that lucky pair of boxers you’re *supposed* to wash every now and then) but any self respecting male knows first hand how powerful a used love glove in the ashtray can be on the psyche. Besides, his older brother probably always did it and quite frankly a lot of guys do. Call it romantic, but what other memento would you safeguard that gem of intimacy with?

What IS weird is him sharing this with her on their FIRST date. This struck me as odd until I reread the part about him being a reserved guy. It’s all about the nonverbal communication with the quiet guys. Nevermind Cosmo, some girls just have no clue when it comes to communication! Here this mature young man makes a valiant effort to broach the topic of safe sex with the object of his affection (how flattering!) in the one way he feels comfortable (alleviating the tension with a little light hearted laugh no less!) and she completely shuts down. The guy bares himself emotionally and she never talks to him again! Talk about a one-sided relationship. I can’t see how that relationship could have worked out with her communication and trust issues. Looks like he dodged a bullet with this one.

…,
I can’t believe that you gave up such a time honored secret to a virtual stranger. With the top secret map, no less! I don’t want anyone to think that I would associate with a gentleman as crude as yourself andso I hereby respectfully request that you remove ‘our’ condom from your ashtray.
I trust you will not be so impolite as to mention that unfortunate night in Baton Rouge to anyone else.

I love this site, but this comments section is easily the best I’ve read

Oh Tonya… How could I ever forget you? Granted, having to take these antibiotics every morning because of you certainly keeps the memory fresh but ‘our’ condom is a close second in our scrapbook of love.

It saddens me to no end that what you once found romantic you now scoff as crude. You were the apple of my eye that night and when you ordered those ribs at Baton Rouge, I knew I had found my one and only Eve to indulge in original sin with.

No ashtray could ever contain that night. I have since twisted our latex union into a lovely balloon poodle which is the proud figurehead of my ’98 Mazda’s dashboard.

I will always cherish that night,

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