If the results were positive, well, then there'd be a newfound sense of making every moment count, because cocktails can only get you so far and there's no way he wants to be just another statistic. I'm telling you this, with his permission, because it completely freaked me out. And I want it to freak you out too. AIDS hasn't gone away. Just because you weren't out and about in the 80s doesn't mean you're immune.
Sex still comes with no guarantees.
I know I promised this column would be light and fun and easy-going, but some neuroses just aren't that way. But instead I got up on my soap box and preached you a sermon on safer sex. It's a sermon you really can't hear too much. I wish could end this on a happy note, but as this issue goes to press, my friend is still sitting at home, biting his nails, waiting. His results aren't in yet.