Editors Note: Although we don't have a bio for Luna C, here is how she had "The Conversation."

I returned yesterday from a lovely weekend trip with the man I have been seeing since February. We haven't had sex yet, but our last evening there was an enjoyable preview of things that could come. (no pun intended!)

We met for lunch today and after, leaning on our cars as e were getting ready to go, I told him that I really enjoyed the weekend, that I like him a lot and that I want to see more of him. He responded that he likes me too, and that he thinks he is falling in love with me. I told him that I had something to tell him first so he could make an informed decision on that, and that whatever he decided on the matter I would understand. And then after a LOT of hemming and hawing, I blurted out, "I have herpes. The downstairs kind, not the upstairs kind." Sounds kind of dumb, but it got the point across. He was really understanding, said that an old girlfriend had had it, and he seemed to take it well. I gave him a quick personal outbreak history, a fast overview of possible asymptomatic shedding, and threw in the part about girls transmitting it less often than guys. I insisted that he take several days to think on it, and I pointed him to the internet. The whole conversation took less than twenty minutes, seemed like an hour, and we left in separate cars. It helped to have a limited lunch hour -- it was then, or I would look sort of foolish if I didn't get the words out!