As I hold my university roommate’s hand in a doctor’s office, she breaks down in tears after hearing the words that many sexually active people dread: “Your test results are back… and I’m afraid it’s bad news.”
The diagnosis of gonorrhea was shocking even though it was fortunately treatable with medicines. Afterward, the doctor gave us a somber speech about how much worse it could have been. He cautioned that some STDs don’t go away. This does, at least.
We discussed how carelessly we rolled the dice throughout our crazy college years on the way home. Too much vodka, shared dorms, dubious choices… Condoms weren’t necessarily the first thing that sprang to mind, but it’s a rite of passage.
I have been a fervent condom supporter ever since that day in 2005.
At this point, I would arm wrestle a man into donning one. No justifications. Guys, the “I’m allergic to condoms” act is no longer credible.
I was thus not shocked when a private physician I met at a dinner party casually said that her clinic in Sydney’s affluent eastern suburbs was experiencing another spike in gonorrhoea cases.
She then informed me that professional women in their 40s made up the majority of the instances.
Cocaine-fueled sex is the taboo sex act responsible for a recent spike in STI diagnoses among women in their 40s, according to Daily Mail columnist Jana Hocking (pictured).
I apologize, but what?
Ladies, I thought we were more intelligent than that. Come on.
However, the more I considered it, the more it made perfect sense.
There seem to be two main offenders. Divorce is the first.
Many women just stop considering condoms when they reenter the dating scene after years of long-term partnerships where they were no longer an option.
What about the second?
Cocaine.
The powdery little party favor tends to make individuals hot and reckless, according to my doctor acquaintance. It’s a risky mix.
According to Jana, younger men’s hedonistic lifestyles are luring divorced women into taking sexual risks that they might otherwise be reluctant to (stock picture).
I’m aware that many of my ex-girlfriends might be a little embarrassed to publicly acknowledge this other aspect.
These women, who were previously preoccupied with raising children and making lunches, are now dating younger men and relishing their cougar age. They frequently find themselves drawn into social settings they missed the first time around.
They were starting families while everyone else was exploring in their twenties.
Now that the kids are spending the weekend at Dad’s, they are back out in the world with their newfound independence, disposable income, and dating apps.
Oh, and sometimes they get introduced to cocaine in a Bondi restroom by their 32-year-old boyfriend, Jake.
Many ladies are trying it for the first time.
The drawbacks are clear: divorcees are being lured into younger men’s hedonistic lives, which encourages them to take sexual risks they might not otherwise be willing to. There may be terrible repercussions.
Additionally, the problem with cocaine in particular is that it has a bothersome tendency to make users believe they are unbeatable. monetarily. Sexually and socially.
When you’re a few lines deep and experiencing a spiritual connection with a man named Darren that you met ninety minutes ago, condoms suddenly become quite “optional.”
Post-divorce freedom is often discussed in terms of its enjoyable aspects, such as the sexual awakening and confidence increase. The messier side of entering a fast-paced, hedonistic dating society after years away from it is rarely spoken.
Maybe they ought to.
Imagine that you are a lady in your 40s who recently learned that dating apps have made it possible for a man with a jawline and a Labrador to visit your home in less than 45 minutes.
After years of ordinary married life, add a few margaritas, a hint of a post-divorce identity crisis, lines of cocaine, and the euphoric rush of feeling wanted again, and all of a sudden nobody is stopping to question, “Hang on… should we maybe use protection?”
This is likely the reason why doctors are now witnessing skyrocketing incidence of sexually transmitted diseases among women in their 40s, as a result of Sydney’s favorite kink, coke-fueled sex.
Or, more precisely, gonorrhea.
Therefore, women, it doesn’t matter if your new boyfriend resembles Brad Pitt from Legends of the Fall; if your wide-eyed lover won’t use a condom, he’s not for you.
Nobody should have to endure a lifetime of sexually transmitted diseases or, worse, an itchy groin simply because they were swept away in a passionate moment.
Next, swipe, swipe!
