I don't know about you, but I spent most of my post-pubescent life avoiding pregnancy like, well, pregnancy. I was a bit of a "late bloomer" to the "P in the V" game but once I got there at the tender age of almost 20, I was always super safe.
I stocked up on condoms like a doomsday prepper. I jumped on the birth control train. I was absolutely terrified of pregnancy and STDs -- and, to be honest, men. I was there the moment the pharmacy opened on those few occasions the condom broke to get Plan B, harassing the pharmacist with questions about the percentage of still getting pregnant after using it. I was the girl often telling her "freer" friends: "Remember, if he doesn’t care about using a condom with you, he doesn’t care about using a condom with every girl he sticks his dirty dick into."
Pregnancy was like a scary mystery to me
But, I mean, most of my girlfriends were avoiding pregnancy too. Condoms, birth control, pull out, rhythm method, Plan B, moon cycle, whatever it was, they were likely using something. And I stupidly assumed, incorrectly, for way too long, that you could get pregnant any time of the month. I just don't remember that lesson in health class about a woman's ovulation calendar (or, let's be honest, I probably wasn’t listening). The only things I remember were about getting your period, AIDS, and what tampons were (insert teen boys' stifling laughter).