So, I read the Carolyn Hax column religiously. Someone wrote in a few days ago that they discovered they had herpes and wondered what to do now that they were dating. They're horrible because they wanted permission not to tell dates if they were only about to have casual sex, which is basically proof of being a terrible person and so I got all judgy and then got sucked into the comment thread. In there, someone posted a link to an article titled "HOW TO TELL SOMEONE YOU HAVE HERPES" and I thought, huh, how DO you tell someone you have herpes? So I clicked on it, read the article and promptly forgot about it.
UNTIL TODAY.
When I realized OH NO. That was on my WORK. COMPUTER. Now the entire IT Department will think I have herpes. Great. I'll bring in brownies and they'll be all "oh, don't touch those, that girl with the open sores made them."
::facepalm::
My only defense is weak. When I am ACTUALLY researching a disease I have for reals, or think I have, I SCOUR the fucking internet for information on that shit. For weeks. You best believe it ain't no one-click-satisfaction experience. But imagine me telling that to someone. "It was only in my search history ONCE! I mean, go LOOK at it! And see -- it's right after the advice column link!"
It's okay, Asplenia. I'll still read your blog even if you do have herpes*.
ReplyDeleteAs a guy, I don't see anything wrong with FWB as long as you're both into it. Though it sounds like you really aren't. You can mention in an email to cyclist the story above and see how he reacts!
(*This email was typed while wearing latex gloves. Just in case. ;))