growing up in the 80s, I remember, at school, how we were told and warned about unsafe sex, the incurable contagion. It scared the hell out of me. My teens was a turbulent time of paranoia, hyperchondria, etc, and this news of sex equated with death took the biscuit with cheese. Thanks to our schools and the media coverage, I didn't get to have sex until I was 19! I can laugh at the whole scenario now but am telling you I used two condoms instead of one.
I'm a bit more relaxed now. My currnet partner thought it would be good to put a stop to my paranoia by sending me to have a test. I came through it safe. I'm now a proud father of one.
One thing I still don't get is how she managed to evade having a test herself? :D