Dating with hiv positive
eventually give them the "bad news."The 'bad news' was less about their risk of getting HIV and more about how I had deceived them, which is not an especially attractive quality in a mate.Not only did it lead to drama, but it was also dangerous at times.I got lucky for a little while and seriously dated a man for about a year, though I had initially lied to him for two months about my status.He forgave me and we worked through it, like grown-ups, and had a good time getting to know each other, but the insecurities that came along with the initial deceit led to more baggage than was healthy for either of us.
Like having Sunday football parties or fighting in Home Depot about what color to paint an accent wall in our living room.
We made complex weekday dinners to distract ourselves from the fact that we were both pretty bored with each other.
grown up, because I had never even been tested for HIV at my yearly checkup at Planned Parenthood, where I went for primary care.
Shame and fear was a part of it, but even more so I think there was a part of me that wanted to pretend that HIV hadn't happened to me.
That I could go on bad Tinder dates and laugh about them at brunch with my friends, get set up with friends, and pick up a guy when I was out for the night, just like everyone else.