V.D. As in Venereal Disease

My roommate wanted to throw a pre-valentine's party that warned of the potential hazards associated with love. So she threw a V.D. party.

To help her out I stopped by the library to pick up some V.D. literature to be used at the party educationally. I gathered up a small stack of books and a few videos (including one that warned of the dangers of drink spiking) and then stopped by a computer kiosk to check if the library had the latest installment of my favorite vampire/werewolf/mechanic/faye series.

Mid-search I felt a stare and looked to my left to see if the guy next to me was checking me out. Nope. He was checking out my books. Little did I realize my pile of materials relating solely to V.D. wouldn't go unnoticed. I quickly assessed my outfit and hairstyle trying to determine if I looked like the sort of person who, first of all would have a sexually transmitted disease, but also wondering if I looked like the type of person who would go to a public library and broadcast my shameful disease by checking out STD books aimed at teenagers from the nineties? I mean the Internet exists, if not solely for the purpose of looking up embarrassing topics you don't want to have to ask your friends about.

Am I right or am I right?

Pretty sure I'm right on this one.  Oh, but if you don't want to go to the library or use a search engine for your embarrassing STD questions I'm now an expert and could probably answer any question you have. I mean I did check out three books from the library. That has to count for something.