“Good morning, Margarito.  What brings you in today?”

Maripepa comes to see me for her annual check up but also has some concerns.

Your girlfriend comes home, sits you down and says, “Mi Amor, I have HPV, human peopleoma virus”.  The doctor found it on my Pap smear, and she said that I may have had it for a while or just recently.  You should probably get yourself checked out. 

No, this blog is not about sex again.

It's Saturday night.  You've got a hot date with a girl named Maria Inmaculada but after the first date, you know her libido speaks against the purity of her name.  All is going well until, in the heat of the moment, your serpent sprayer (in case you're wondering about my colorful description, see my “let's make a baby” blog) goes limp.  Your girl is puzzled, and you are horrified.  This has never happened before.  You're only 30.  You always knew that things would start to deteriorate with age, but not this.  After all, the guys in the Viagra ads are dashing, graying men that look at least 15-20 years older than you and they always seem ready to go!