Besides the fact that I don't love using them to begin with, buying them over the years has progressed from being really embarrassing to being mildly uncomfortable, but then I'm mildly uncomfortable when I buy toilet paper, so it's no big thing anymore. When I buy condoms (or toilet paper), I tend to just throw them in with a bunch of other items, or groceries, and hope that the person manning the cash register doesn't take special notice of them. It's childish, I know, but I guess I never entirely overcome that puritanical sort of shite that was drummed into me from childhood. Realistically, what do I think the person manning the cash register is going to do? Lift the box of condoms in their hand, and stare at me with raised eyebrows and a smirk (which would be even worse if they did it with the toilet paper)? When I was a fairly young and severely awkward teen, I got a "go-fer" and shelf stocking job in a local drugstore. While there, I stole paperback books, hypodermic needles, and, more in a spirit of hope than with the expectation of using them anytime soon, a box of condoms. Those condoms sat hidden in the back of my night-table drawer until they dried-up. It wasn't until my senior year that I was finally able to lose my detested virginity.