I met him at a bar, went home with him. He told me he had HPV, I RAN AWAY. Later I felt bad for judging him, we were in contact, started dating.... I told him i didn't want to have sex because of the HPV. He said he understood, and we didn't. I started to really care about him, and wanted to take the plunge. We always used condoms, he said it would be fine, that the infected area was covered. I believed him. I trusted him.

We broke up on a Tuesday, and I got diagnosed on the Thursday.

He had been wrong. He didn't have all the facts straight. IN fact, even with a condom, he passed it on to me. And I knew better. ...I really did. I'm not living in a hole, my sister works at a options clinic.

I knew better, and I did it anyway.

I have warts on my genitals, and I knew better.

A woman in California, age 20-24