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A friend of mine had recently married a guy she met on the Web -- proving that not every Internet date is a psycho -- so I gave it a try.
I was still uncomfortable about bringing up the subject, but now I didn't have much of a choice.
I didn't date for awhile, but inevitably, I met someone.
I was thinking that I'd probably never go on another date, or get a boyfriend for that matter, and I'd certainly never have sex again.
The nurse who examined me revealed that she had herpes and said it was no big deal.
It was as if I had just re-entered mainstream society.
My friend said I was too much like a sister, and he couldn't continue. I worried about how that incident would affect our friendship.
Little did I know my worries would extend far beyond that concern.
Each time I had an outbreak, which for me consisted of a very small cluster of blisters that lasted two or three days, I'd pretend I had a yeast infection and say I couldn't have sex until it was gone.
By the time I finished college in 1994, the possibility of spreading the virus even when you didn't have an outbreak had become more widely accepted by health care providers.