The title of this piece is inspired by the Eve Ensler play The Vagina Monologues. Oh shit, the condom just broke. What even happened last night? The last thing I remember is going to the bathroom, and the guy sitting at the bar had bought me a drink when I got back. Thank God the kids are both at sleepovers tonight. Finally, we get a night alone. I never should have given in to my boyfriend pressuring me to have sex. Now everyone in school is calling me a slut. Wait a second. Did...