Welcome to the first installment of How Sleaze Is Lived in America, a
four-part series inspired by my old college roommate, Ann Landers. For the last
year or so, Ann’s been running cute “how we met” stories sent in by her readers.
Most of these stories, like most of Ann’s readers, have been grimly wholesome.
But not everyone meets cute; lots of loving, long-term relationships–mine included–began
under sleazy circumstances. To set the record straight, I invited you, my readers,
to share your sleazy meeting stories. Most of the stories I received–and I got
hundreds of responses–fell into four broad categories: Booze-Fueled Sleazy Meetings;
Drug-Induced Sleazy Meetings; Kinked-Out Sleazy Meetings; and, finally, those
Sleazy Anonymous Gay Meetings male homosexuals excel at.
Compared to primates, our nearest living relatives, we humans are painfully
shy. Unlike chimps, we won’t casually pick nits out of a complete stranger’s
pubic hair and pop them...