I’m a late adopter of most technology.  I often wonder what in the heck I need it all for.  More to pay for, more to worry about, more to insure . . . . .

If you don’t know me, you’ll just have to glean all you can from the fact that I didn’t have cell phone until 2011.  (And let me tell you, I’m still not sure of the point of the damn thing).

So, many are surprised to find out that I, quite the voracious reader, don’t have an eBook reader.  I still have, buy or borrow lots and lots of paper books.  I have bookshelves full to bursting (though I’m still not sure why my husband things books stacked two or three deep is a problem).  I always have a book in my purse, a book in the car, and a few by the bed.  Honestly, there’s nothing worse than being stuck somewhere without something to read.  I even vacation with tons of books.  I take only two pairs of shoes on any trip and between five and ten books – depending on the length of the flight and trip.

But the world has a way of catching up with me.  Some of my favorite authors have been going the indie publishing route, and only releasing eBooks.  I think I may want to take more than two pairs of shoes on my next trip.  Oh, and I’m about to publish my first novel, which will of course be available in a digital version before print.

I finally did it.  Today I ordered a Google Nexus tablet.  It’s not an ereader per se, but I didn’t want to be tied to one retailer.  I think it’ll be lighter in the purse than the 300 page trade paperback I’m carrying now.

I was reading this morning and it made me think about condom use in romance novels.

In real life, I can’t imagine having lots of sex and having multiple partners without using condoms and likely some other form of birth control.  One to prevent unwanted babies, the other to prevent nasty diseases.

I’ll admit I grew up in the 1980s when there was a HEALTHY FEAR OF AIDS.  One of my middle school projects was about AIDS and what we could do to prevent the spread.  Back then, we didn’t know a lot about AIDS, and I guess people were a lot more cavalier about sexually transmitted diseases.  Penicillin had been discovered, of course.  So the condom, condom, condom message was drilled in our heads over and over and over again.

In romance novels, though, I’m going to have to admit, I’m NOT a fan of condoms.  A good sex scene has a certain flow, and when the hero pulls a condom from wherever, I’m usually pulled right out of the story.  I want to know where he got it.  Was he planning to seduce the heroine, because why else would he have that damn thing on him.  If he didn’t plan it, is he just carrying condoms in his wallet hoping a woman would fall in his path?  Did he check the expiration date?

Although I must admit when the hero says, “I’m clean.” I wonder about that too.  Who gets STD testing regularly who’s not a porn actor? (Sorry, I live in the San Fernando Valley and we think about these things here).   In my previous life, about half of my clients had STDs.  So somebody was getting tested, I guess.  I was always shocked by this.  Who knew they were so prevalent?  Sure we read a lot about them, but it’s never a topic of cocktail discussion.

So, I’m going to sit on the bad side of the fence.  Since I love the friends to lovers trope, and love, love, love the secret baby trope – I’ll have to say no to condoms in those books.  If you can’t trust your lifelong best friend, then who can you trust?  Can you have a secret baby with condoms and the pill as backup?  Nope, didn’t think so.

But for those books where the hero/ine picks up the other at a bar, on the street, in an elevator during a black out, etc., I say please use a condom, and I’ll forgive you.