When it comes to guys who refuse to wear condoms, I have a little speech prepared that goes something like this:

Look, guy I almost slept with, I like you a lot, your smart/funny/charming and or good looking, and a moment ago I wanted to do things to you, the likes of which are usually only reserved for faked letters in dirty magazines. But when it comes to sex I have only one rule and just one you got to use a ticket if you want to ride the ride. And now with that probably weird sensation inside your shorts I’m going to leave you with one final question that undoubtedly you’ll remember for a very long time, did you honestly think that the thiner well lubricated latex between two hot sweaty pulsing bodies will be worse than spending the morning/afternoon/night alone?… sadly, guy I almost slept with, you will never have the pleasure of knowing for sure. Bye see you.