Okay, I promised a story some time ago, so here goes. Gather 'round, kids...

I met Jennifer through an online dating site. We'd started exchanging e-mails, then decided to get together a couple of Fridays ago. It started out innocently enough, I met up with her and some friends at a dive bar. We had a couple of beers (Bud for me, Michelob Ultra for her), then went to another bar for some drinking and dancing. And that's when things got interesting.

We both had had a few, and the music and the lights started getting to us. It started with a little kissing, a little grinding, a little more kissing... you get the idea. Then, at the end of the night, Jennifer went to close out her tab. I followed her, and we kept kissing while waiting for the bartender to get to her. (A plus: the first time I ever heard "don't stop" from a woman.) But then, it happened. I was hugging her from behind, when she grabbed each of my hands (left first, then right) and shoved them down the front of her pants, and basically forced me to stimulate her right there.

The story pretty much ends there: we went to our separate homes soon afterwards, and haven't seen each other or talked to each other since. Don't get me wrong, it was enjoyable in the heat of the moment, but the "warm fuzzies" have faded fast since then. Throw in a day-long Catholic young adults conference with talks on relationships and discernment, along with ANOTHER online hookup with a newly-minted 21-year-old, and let's just say that my mind has been all over the place lately when it comes to the opposite sex.