No one likes to talk about this stuff, so I guess that means I have to be the one. This may be the scariest post in the history of dating self-help, so if you prefer to be an ostrich, skip ahead. All paranoid schizophrenic, hypochondriacs who don’t want to spend the rest of their lives suffering from some plague-like disease, should also skip this post, and don’t even consider dating. You may want to go for the inflatable doll, and even then, use protection unless you are sure it is made from virgin vinyl. I feel sorry for all of us in the dating world. It’s ...