Last week, I wrote about the physical and psychological benefits of one-night stands and asked you to send in some of your own one-night stand tales.

Personally, one of my own favourites remains the time my girlfriend and I were on a road trip and it was her turn to get the “cute one.” “Ferret Boy” berated me for having sex with him and not remembering his name. C’mon, it wasn’t like I was going be needing it again.

Then there were the university boys she and I picked up at a karaoke bar and brought back to our cabin for some skinny-dipping. I got the “cute one” that time.

Another time, “Engineer Boy” came back to my place to “just sleep” rather than drive back to the ’burbs drunk. We ended up having some of the best one-night-stand sex I’ve ever had.

The rest were pretty much your run-of-the mill one-night stands — you know, stumbling home drunk from a bar, having mediocre drunken sex and then, of course, the walk of shame in the harsh light of day. There were few real disasters (except maybe the guy who peed my bed, but that was way back in high school and I knew the guy and just slept with him to get back at my boyfriend, so I’m not sure it counts).

A reader who sent in one of many one-night-stand stories also had a pee-er. After a drunken night of dancing at a bar — “like epileptics on crack,” she writes — they ended up back at her place. “He talked nonstop, alternating between total nonsense and berating me for faking moans of passion (for the record, they were real moans, though my passion waned as he continued to mutter). When I finally told him to shut up, he requested a blowjob, during which he got hiccups and pushed me away. Then he passed out.”

That’s when he peed. Luckily she’d slept with her back to him.

Another reader tells of a time after spending three months in the bush — “my own sadly ignored,” she writes — when she found herself at a karaoke party (clearly a common pickup locale) where she spotted a worthy candidate.

They flirted, karaoke-style. He responded to her “Are You Lonesome Tonight?” with “Do Ya Think I’m Sexy?” and so on until his (a)rousing version of “Voulez-Vous Couchez Avec Moi?” —though cheesy — was enough to find them going at it in the elevator, jammed between two floors. “Later that night he slipped me his e-mail and phone number,” she writes. “I never called.”

That’s the beauty of a successful one-night-stand: no expectations and no follow-up required. Which isn’t always easy to pull off. Lying can help but you have to be careful. Telling the girl you sleep with that your name is Bobby Boucher only works if she’s not an Adam Sandler fan, as was clearly the case for the woman one reader overheard telling her girlfriend about the “fabulous guy” she’d slept with who was “so sweet and told me I didn’t fuck like a one-night stand” whatever that means.

You also have to be careful you’re not related to the person you pick up, as in the case of one reader who thought his one-night-stand looked familiar. When he found out they shared the same last name and a similar background, he was horrified they’d suddenly become kissin’ cousins. Luckily, it was established they weren’t related and the fun resumed.

Yes, one-night-stands can be full of surprises.

Like discovering she has spaghetti-length hair around her nipples that gets caught in your hands when you’re removing her bra, as happened to one traumatized male reader.

Or waking up to discover his parents are visiting and staying in the next room and being forced to introduce yourself on the way out.

Which is why one-night stands aren’t for everyone. You need the stomach for them. As author Emily Dubberly writes in her book The Women’s Guide to Casual Sex (I wish they’d had a “how-to” book during the height of my casual sex days), “While some people can handle the false intimacy and regular rejection that goes hand-in-hand with a rampant lifestyle, others are much better off sticking with their right hand until they meet Mr. Right.”

If you’re up to the task, however, one-night-stands can be fun and freeing.

I’m proud of my one-night stands. Okay, waking up in someone else’s pee wasn’t exactly a proud moment, but in a world where women (or anyone for that matter) having sex simply for sex’s sake is frowned upon, a good old-fashioned meaningless one-night-stand shakes up the status quo.

Though you might want to invest in a plastic mattress protector.