Just in case II - condom kit discontinued by Just In Case, Inc. - review by Pin Up

Let’s face it boys and girls, sex happens. Sometimes you're swinging around a post at a bar when someone decides to live a little and join you. Sometimes your girlfriend decides that the moonlit beach is just about dark enough for no one to see you, hell sometimes you just catch eyes with someone on the way back from the bathroom!

These little kits are perfect for those occasions. Sex happens, usually when unexpected, so go out and play safe. The case is snazzy enough that she won’t be offended when you decide to pull it out (pun not intended). It's small enough to fit discreetly into your jacket pocket, and you can stock it with a couple of your favorite flavors of studded rubber.

The only thing I didn't like about this produce was the lack of size. Perhaps this is a personality thing, but I'm often inclined to pack: a pack of rubbers, lubes (warming or not), a couple of ties or blindfolds for the daring people I run across, and a spare change of pants (oh the stories, oh the stains). Of course I'm unrealistic. For the common gent, you'll probably find you can fit less than half a dozen rubbers, especially if you're rocking the Trojan XXXs. Whereas this is more than any stud will probably need for one night on the town, or with that significant other. But it does mean you have to restock the box when it runs out, less you go reaching for it next time and find yourself completely out of luck. Nevertheless, this box looks a lot classier than pulling the rubbers just out of your back pocket. And any person can testify that those condoms, the ones you leave in that over packed wallet that you press your buns against every single day, are probably completely trashed.

Honestly, the last time I had to use this little box of fun I can't tell you how glad my partner at the time was that I had came prepared. It's not presumptuous to anticipate sex but it's definitely foolish to enter into it without any forethought.

I almost forgot I had this little bad boy in my pocket the last time I went out to a pub. I'm happily involved with a beautiful woman, but a great friend of mine is not so fortunate. I suppose he bumped beers with a girl at the bar and, well, 20 minutes after he left our table he was back and begging for a rubber. I'm as glad, as I'm sure he was, that one of us came prepared.