It was a fairly boring party.

I drifted in and out of about a half-dozen conversations: shit I’ve heard before and shit I will undoubtedly hear about again. Current events, jobs, the weather, mass-transit delays…the usual fare of chit-chat and small talk. Then, a tall, leggy redhead struck up a conversation with me and said the magic word: “sex.” My brain popped back into gear and I started listening. And gleefully, the word “sex” had been preceded by the word “safe.” She was expounding that anyone with a little imagination could still enjoy a casual encounter. The trick was to be safe. Safe, responsible sex was a fun way that two consenting adults could get to know each other, have fun, and pass the time.

I must admit that I was into the idea. I hadn’t had any... Read More