I also do not want to be someone’s playtoy to be found, used up and discarded like it had no more meaning than yesterday’s newspaper. And I don’t want to do that to someone else.

Just me, just don’t care to live my life that way. For some like me, it needs to mean something, needs to be a part of what holds a committed relationship together, what gives it spice and joy.

At this point I don’t care if I don’t have sex,because I don’t want it to be meaningless, like nothing more than a temporarily satisfied appetite for a snack. Because it involves another man’s heart and mind. Those are things that need tenderness and care, not forgotten like a discarded food wrapper.

As boring as my 12 year marriage to my husband may sound to some, we’re both still alive and well. Sex is still awesome. We have no diseases. We have a solid financial base. We’re preparing for retirement.

Overall, no complaints.

Plus the story stated that Estefani knew Scruggs from past sexual encounters. So, he probably thought he was safe being with someone he already knew.

Looks like he was wrong.

If your trade turns out to be psycho and to want to kill you, it’s much easier for him to do so at your place than his own. If he comes to your house, he must only leave after he kills you. If you go to his house, he’ll also have to deal with cleanup and disposal afterward. Considering the amount of effort that would be involved with all that, he’s much less likely to go through with it in his own house than in yours.

So, if you want to engage in “casual sex encounters,” don’t bring your trade to your house. No, you’re still not guaranteed a safe hookup, but let’s face it. Since we can never be 100% safe no matter where we go or what we do with whomever, it’s best at least to keep some modicum of disincentive in harming you.