Since this story still gets occasional references on the board, I'll tell it all here...
A few years ago when I was in the midst of a dry spell and desperate for some poon, I started talking to this girl at a bar. Nice girl, reasonably good conversation, but she looked like she had been beaten with a bag of nickels. Her face was just wrecked and her body was maybe a 5/10. But I was desperate, and I could tell she was into me.
So out in the parking lot I started making out with her and it progressed to the point where I knew if I took her home I'd bang her. At that point, she dropped the bomb, "So I feel I should tell you that I'm HIV positive."
Oh fuck. Are you kidding me? Here I am, needing to get laid badly, pick out a girl that should be easy pickins, the one girl who isn't a crackhead, a smack addict, or a porn star, and she's got the friggin' HIV?
So logically, I said, that's cool. Come on over. She had to swing by a gas station or something on the way, so I came home and promptly posted a thread that will live in infamy. I sought out the advice of The Quad asking if I should bang this girl who was ugly and HIV positive.
Long story short. She came over. We both got off. We did not have sex. The worst was the next day though. I couldn't get rid of her. I swear she didn't leave until like 6:00 or something. Poor girl. I really felt bad for her though. It couldn't have been easy being in her situation. She had been infected by a previous boyfriend and now had to live with all the consequences, one of which was not getting laid by my glorious self.