I was setup on a blind date with a gymnast last evening. She was from Los Angeles, and at first she did not want to contort. But the wine and the words kept flowing and we ended up on the floor in a curiously unusual position. We played a game of Twister and found ourselves doubled over behind the couch. Then I handed her the condom and she laughed at the wrapper, putting it on like a West Coast gold medalist. Legs shouldn't bend that way, but I'm glad they do.