When I was 17 I met up with a boy I had met on "diabetic camp" for the 17 year olds equivalent of a dirty weekend in Blackpool. He was a less controlled type 1 than myself and that weekend had been running quite high and had to keep stopping to pee, it wasn't a very successful weekend. We met up again in Edinburgh for another weekend, this time he went low and being a fussy Scotsman wasn't interested in my fruit pastilles and polos so we stopped, got dressed and went to the corner shop for irn bru. We bought quite a stash just in case it happened again. Good thing we did as later on I needed a sugar boost myself. It was like teenage diabetic control gone wild
I recently went on a date (aged 25 now) with another type one diabetic and couldn't get those clumsy awkward teenage memories of sex hypos out of my head.
I also had a hypo immediately after sex with a man I hadn't known long (but did know that I am diabetic) so excused myself and was gone longer than he expected. I then had to explain that I was just casually eating a trifle naked in the kitchen to prepare for round two.