Been There. Done That?

There was a date yesterday. I almost didn't go. In fact, I would have cancelled if I'd known his phone number. I joked later that that was all part of his plan.

I went with plans to sit for an hour, drink some coffee and go about the rest of my day. In typical Bad Mummy fashion, I ended up in a state of undress, horizontal on my sofa.

I asked him later if this was a usual first date activity. He claimed no and asked me the same question.

I had to think about it. Because there are 'dates' and there are 'hook-ups'.

So, yes, I have ended up in that state before. I mean, there was the 26-hour date. Definitely a date. Definitely some naked activity.

But as far as I can remember, it was just that once. Anytime activities have progressed to a state of undress and horizontalness, it was purely, solely of the hook-up nature. In fact, that's been my modus operandus for the last four bed partners that come to mind.

The point of this?

Well, I felt a bit stupid defining for this man the difference between a date and a hook-up, altho he got it pretty quick. He mimed picking up the phone and said "Hey, dude, you busy? Come on over." Sadly it's not even as classy as all that. I'm talking about getting to know someone on-line and inviting them over with the goal of having sex. In just one of the four cases did I even bother to meet said man not at my house. Dumb. Dumb. DUMB.

The fact that I felt stupid explaining it to someone is probably an indication of something. Something not so good. I hope I'm over the random sex partners. When it reached the point of sleeping with someone who I did not find attractive nor stimulating simply because I couldn't think of a nice way to get rid of him, it's safe to say it has become - shall we say - an issue.

As for the date? It was good. Very good. However, I am doing my usual 'don't-bother-getting-excited-or-even-think-about-it-because-chances-are-you'll-never-hear-from-him-again' inner mantra.