To set the stage: This happened about one month ago, in July. I am an American woman who was visiting a friend abroad, in the UK, for a few weeks this summer. I have been going through some emotional shit regarding friends, break-ups, and exes and was using this trip “reset” and recalibrate. I did not *intend* for sex to be part of this journey, but it certainly was. Now, I am no stranger to casual sex, but I have only enjoyed casual sex in the context of existing friendships as FWB’s or as one-offs in regular platonic friendships. I’m not really one for one night stands, anonymous sex, or hook-up apps.
One evening during this trip the friend I was staying with had a night alone with her boyfriend. On my own, I sat myself at a local jazz bar and got pretty drunk – don’t get too excited, the sexy part comes much later – and after a few hours decided to make a tinder account and trawl the local men. I swiped right on *a lot* of guys that night and got a fairly rapid response that I didn’t fully appreciate until the next day until I was sober. I was on the verge of deleting the account at that point, but instead decided to keep chatting with one profile in particular. Although he listed an interesting career, his profile was a bit vague and uninspired but his pictures were cute. Not my usual type but still…cute. Yet, his messages were interesting and cheeky as hell and I eventually gave him my number.