Craig’s Last Hit

...start to a second paragraph ever—that Jon Stewart told on The Daily Show. Conservatives were complaining that a biased media wasn’t reporting any of the good news in Iraq, nothing about all those freshly painted schoolrooms or, um, all those other freshly painted schoolrooms; it was all bloodletting, beheadings, and car bombs, all the time. “Yeah,” Stewart deadpanned. “We never hear about the cars that don’t explode.” What happened to Weber was horrifying—what John Katehis allegedly did to Weber was horrifying—and, again, my heart goes out to his friends and family. And, yes, there are lessons in this horrific crime for anyone seeking sex and/or love online. But looking for sex online is not, as some have insisted in the wake of Weber’s murder, so inherently risky a pursuit that only a lunatic would contemplate it. Remember: We never hear about the people hooking up online who don’t get brutally murdered—and unlike cars in Iraq that haven’t exploded, it’s actually relevant that most people hooking up online aren’t brutally murdered. Every day, tens of thousands of people—hundreds of thousands—find partners online. While lots of folks online are seeking relationships at sites like Match.com or Christiansingles.com, there are more people online at any given moment seeking NSA sex at sites like AdultFriendFinder.com or Recon.com. (People seeking relationships can find love the old-fashioned way, at work or by going out, and many do. And the ones who go online stop lurking online after they’ve met someone and appeared in an eHarmony commercial. NSAers, on the other hand, have better odds finding other NSAers online, and they’re always coming back for more.) If random internet hookups were even half as dangerous as crimes like this make them seem—if they were even one-one-hundredth as dangerous—there would be a dozen online-hookup murders in New York City every day. No one should be cavalier about safety, of course; people seeking NSA or fantasy- fulfillment sex online need to use common sense and take all reasonable precautions. Insist on a verifiable exchange of real names and real phone numbers; meet in person first, in a public place, preferably at a time when you can’t mess around immediately after your first meeting. And people seeking the services of a pro should go to one of the dozen or more websites that host ads from pros along with client reviews. And it’s always a bad idea to post an offer for $60 in exchange for sex to the crowd of fakes and freaks who have overrun Craigslist, as Weber is reported to have done. Meeting cheap whores via Craigslist ups your odds of hooking up with, say, a mentally unstable teenage “satanist” with a thing for knives. Now perhaps Weber, working as a freelancer, couldn’t afford the services of a $200-an-hour professional dominant; maybe he had lowballed it on Craigslist a dozen times before and always had good experiences. Most people who ignore my advice about safety, or hook up with cheap CL hookers, do live to tell the tale. But when it comes to fantasies that involve violence or helplessness, someone safe, sane, and expensive is worth the investment. Finally, people take calculated risks all the time for pleasures less essential than sex. You’re assuming a certain degree of risk—of injury, of death—every time you get in a car, go skiing, or order the chicken. We do what we can to minimize those risks (buckle the fuck up, wear a helmet, don’t order the chicken rare), but we don’t hold up deaths on highways, on slopes, or after dinner as evidence that people who even think of driving, skiing, or chickening have to be out of their minds. The sad fact is that some of us will die at the hands of our intimate partners. Do what you can to minimize your risk of being murdered by a sex partner, because some people are dangerous lunatics—and not just internet hookups. Yes, George Weber took the wrong guy home, no question. So did Laci Peterson. My fiancé is bisexual. I fulfill his “man-love” fantasies by strapping it on, but he has started talking about wanting to have sex with men. I feel like a jerk for freaking about this, but I’m not willing to entertain the emotional and physical risks of opening up our relationship. Am I off base here, Dan? What The Fuck Is Wrong With Men These Days Do not marry this man. Lots of bisexual guys are capable of monogamy, as are lots of bisexual gals. (That’s what angry bisexuals are always telling me, at any rate, in their angry e-mails.) But this bisexual guy is not. He gets points for being honest—and I mean that sincerely. He gets lots of points for telling you now, before the wedding, that being pegged, while wonderful, isn’t enough and that he’s going to need a little man-love reality now and then. You might be able to extract a promise from him under duress, WTFIWWMTD, and get him to agree to sexual exclusivity as a condition of going ahead with the marriage. But that will just result in you facing the emotional and physical risks of an open relationship without the honesty and accountability that can mitigate those risks. And to the angry bisexuals: You know I don’t think monosexuals are any good at monogamy either, right? My partner and I have been together for four years. Last year we sought to experiment with another couple via an adult website. We eventually found a sexy pair who we met up with, but the experience left me feeling unsure about how comfortable I am with the idea of the “swinging” lifestyle. I know my partner loves me and is loyal, and he’s messed around a bit with others since we’ve been together and that’s okay (so have I, also okay), but getting together with another couple was a lot more personally challenging than I thought. How can I get more comfortable and open-minded about this? Swinger Wannabe The problem might have been the other couple, SW, and not the swinging lifestyle per se. You could give it another shot, with another couple, and see if you feel differently. If you do and you don’t, well, then you may have to accept—or, more to the point, the boyfriend will have to accept—that synchronized infidelity just isn’t for you. Download the Savage Lovecast (my weekly podcast) every Tuesday at thestranger.com/savage. mail@savagelove.net