I was drinking in a bar, some 6~7 years ago, with friends. Eventually the friends went back home. But I'm a slow drinker, and I was in an exceptionally social mood, and alone.

Then there was this woman, roughly my age, on a nearby table. We chatted a bit; not to hook up, but because both were bored, alone, and fairly sober. Talking about random stuff; she was the type of person whom I'd avoid in most situations, I certainly don't care about her nails, what her sister did, and her church, and I bloody hate food-smelling perfume.

Frankly, I found her repulsive. Shallow, extra needy, and goddamn dumb. But damn, it would be bullshit if I said that I wasn't sexually attracted to her so I started flirting (ready to back down if she showed no interest) and she reciprocated. We spent the night together at her place. Sex was great, but then she started texting me every. fucking. day, to talk about the same sort of random shit that she was talking in the bar, and inviting me over again.

After that I decided "yeah, nah, I'm not thinking with my dick any more".