Yesterday’s post about meeting a couple at a sex club was inadvertently the first of three posts about meeting couples. Again, in a realisation through speaking with a friend, I guessed that I was looking into meeting couples lately because they would provide that feeling sexy and desired thing but also, if I had sex with them it would be harder to compare it to my on/off person.

Not long after I met the couple at the sex club, I met another couple. We had been messaging for a short while. It was me messaging with the man in the couple. But I liked the pictures on their profile of both of them. I liked the playful nature of our message thread. I thought it could be fun to meet them so even though it was probably sooner than I’d normally meet someone, I said ‘yes’ when they suggested coffee.

After the date, I can see now that I wasn’t ready for this date. It actually pains me to think of it.

I’ll give you an example. She said something about him that essentially was ‘that’s a bit like you, being (European nationality)’ and at that point I could hear that he had an accent. And I didn’t ask about it.

She was saying something about a hobby she enjoyed doing. And I didn’t ask anything about it.

Later, after this date, I would tell a friend that it sounded at times like they were interviewing me. Having questions being one-sided sure does sound like an interview. Where was I in this date? Because I wasn’t there at this table with these people. Who were lovely and interesting and funny.

It could be that I had disengaged with something that had happened before? But I don’t think so. I was just a really shit date. Not good company, not good conversation.

It’s no wonder that they messaged me afterwards to say it was lovely meeting me but they couldn’t see it going any further. No kidding.