I don’t know what’s in the water these days, but it seems that men have been unusually attentive to me lately.

I say this not to brag or anything, but rather to preface my second chance to do right where I stumbled last time (see Oops, I Did It Again – A Dating Post-Mortem).

This time, it was a much more attractive man with somewhat less skill in the socializing department than the previous candidate.

After some time hanging out together, he invited me up for the proverbial cup of coffee. I had a pretty good idea what was on his mind, but I went anyway, knowing that I was well prepared this time after my last affair and could handle whatever came my way without any chance of violating my rules.

Sure enough, the minute he got me alone he transformed into a lustful, panting man on the prowl, groping and such.

Now, I am a nice and playful girl, and I don’t mind a little attention but I told him straight away and in the plainest language that, come hell or high water, I would not be removing a single article of clothing.

He complained a little, and tried to convince me by getting me all hot and bothered, but even though I was a bit turned on physically, I simply wasn’t interested in sleeping with a guy I’d just met, or even going part of the way down that road. With the last experience fresh in my mind, I knew exactly how I’d feel afterwards if I relented even a little.

In short order, we got to the point where a) I felt he was starting to get a bit desperate and b) I’d had enough (both in a good way and the other way), so I told him firmly that we were done, and left.

Gaw-lee! I knew my own mind, I stuck to my guns, and I listened to my instincts. All things I failed at last time.

Lesson learned. 🙂