I was messing around on the couch with an old boyfriend when he mentioned that he had a new sex med and that it was stashed in the fridge because it had to stay cold.

This is the sort of info that brings things to a screaming halt, but feature writers like me don’t mind at all, because it is so weird.

“What?” I say. “I thought this stuff was just pills.”

“They’re new little pills,” the guy says. “You have to keep them cold.”

“What if you have to travel with them?” I ask.

“I put them in a plastic bag with two ice cubes,” he tells me.