When Harry Met Sally

When a man loves a woman very much, sometimes they experience the physical act of love. It's a very beautiful thing, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. Unless you're a dirty whore with herpes. In that case, you need to go elsewhere for your happily ever after, like here.

Yes, as the fine folks at CNN.com tell us, when you combine the power of the internet with the itching, burning... uh... need for love? You get online communities dedicated to helping those stricken with STDs to find similarly afflicted companions. It's really an ingenious idea, and as a big proponent of the Internet, I have to say I'm impressed by the utility of this phenomenon.

Let's say you're a perfectly nice chap (or lass) who happens to have one too many margaritas at Happy Hour, and next thing you know... POW!! Herpes! Or maybe you're a wrestler in Minnesota. POW!! Herpes! No matter how it happens, you're now stuck with an awkward "Say hello to my leeeetle friend!" moment awaiting every potential suitor. That has to put a damper on your marketability as a single person looking to find love and not necessarily more herpes.

I think it's great that these people can intermingle and date within a comfort zone of potential hookups that you already know are sketchy and disease-ridden. I can just imagine the "eHarmony: STD Remix" ads for these folks.

Background music: "doo... doo... doo... doodittydoo... THIS WILL BE..." etc.

HIM: The first time we met...
HER: It was like magic!
HIM: Magic! Yeah! The itching and burning stopped...
HER: Almost immediately!
HIM: It was like magic.

Imagine the power of attraction ignited by deep compatibility and the ability to share everything with each other... EVERYTHING!!!