““I walk away feeling that something’s not quite right. On the tram home, I realise why: this is completely alien to me because I’ve never done it before. But this is what grown-up dating is like. You go out, you chat, you get to know each other, and over several dates you gradually build up a connection based on mutual respect, trust, and attraction. Until now, I’ve been unwilling to wait; I’ve tried to hurry that spark into a six-foot-tall flame of passion by dousing it in alcohol. I thought if I could initiate physical contact — a kiss, a grope, or a shag — I’d know that the guy was interested. Now I can see that all it meant was he was pissed and horny. Even if I never hear from this guy again, tonight will have been worth it for that revelation alone.””
