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I met this guy at a speed dating evening and thought he was sortof cute and a good conversationalist. We met up again and that 'sortof' was downgraded to 'not really' (I dunno, maybe he had a new haircut, maybe I was less drunk) and we spent much of the evening talking about the holocaust; "So how did your grandparents survive?", "Why did they go to Australia?", etc. Then he kept on telling me how great his apartment was (and how comfortable his double bed was) and how I should come take a look. I said no, thanks.
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Oh my God.
What a light hearted way to insight intercourse.