A reader writes:
This post brought back an amazing memory for me. Eleven years ago, I stumbled across an email address for my favorite porn star in a chat room. I probably shouldn't name him, but he was a hot bottom back around the year 2000. Back then, my inexperienced self was a bit shocked to learn that many of these guys escort. I thought, what a fantastic 30th birthday present to give myself! So I emailed him. He replied and told me he'd retired from that but because it was my birthday, he'd make an exception. I told him I wanted an overnight thing and drove down to LA, rented a nice suite, and met him. It wasn't cheap.
I can't begin to describe how star struck I was in his presence.
I didn't trip over myself or anything, but I really did feel intimidated. He was (and some would argue still is) a legend. He had a stunning body and gorgeous blue eyes. He bleached his hair blonde for the movies, so when I met him his hair was a bit darker. He was one of the sweetest guys I've ever met! We ended up talking until 2 or 3 in the morning before he finally said, "Well, maybe we should have sex, yes?" I nodded, feeling much more at ease because of all the conversation. He then asked me what my favorite scene was from one of his movies. Without a doubt, I had such a favorite and described it to him. He remembered the scene well and proceeded to re-enact it with me. It was honestly a thrill I don't think I will ever forget.
As the years have worn on (I just turned 41), I'm still surprised at how clear the memory is and how I've never had a single regret about it. Tracy Clark-Flory described her experience as "like nearly every casual hookup I've ever had […] two strangers connected only by their fantasies of who each other are." I think that reduces the experience quite a bit. My fantasy version of him made the actual sex electric almost beyond description. But because we preceded that experience with hours of conversation, I learned that he was a fantastic, caring human being. So I got to have sex with my fantasy guy who happened to be someone I genuinely liked. Both my big and little heads got off at the same time. It was one of the most amazing sexual experiences I've ever had. I now realize how lucky I really was. It was just as likely that he could have turned out to be a shallow asshole that I couldn't stand.
That evening, he shared with me that he had a dream to write children's books some day. I don't know where he is now, but I hope he's accomplished that dream. He certainly made mine come true.

Accompanying this eye-catching headline was a graph that illustrated the bad news for women who had spent their youth in a classroom when they should have been busy finding themselves a husband – their chance of now marrying was shockingly low. The report warned that a college-educated woman who was still single when she turned 30 had an only 20% chance that she would ever marry. If she hadn’t married her Prince Charming by the age of 35, the chance she ever would fell to 5%. If, heaven forbid, a woman was still single at age 40, well the probability was incredibly small (although probably significantly more likely than being killed by a terrorist). 