What am I getting myself into?

Patrick called last night. You're asking,"Why did she give him her phone number?" Yeah, that's a good question. I gave him my number because I'm a nutcase. I already knew he had sex on the brain, so why did I think his conversation would be anything different than what it was? I think I thought I could somehow keep him in check, keep the dirty talk to a minimum. Instead it was like a metaphor I heard in church once: adding ink to water doesn't clear up the ink, it turns the water inky.

We talked for about an hour and a half. The first part of it was okay, but then we started asking each other various sex questions. Almost like a truth-or-dare game without the dares. He started it, but I have to admit I didn't try to stop him and I had some pretty risque questions of my own. The problem that I had with it was that he took every opportunity to mention how this or that will be when we have sex. He's so confident that it's going to happen even though I told him my stance on casual sex. It got to be a turn-off.

Well, to confirm my stupidity, I'm supposed to go out with him this weekend. We don't have any firm plans. He just said that he's planning to come to Dallas either Friday or Saturday. At first I was excited. Now, not so much. It wouldn't be horrible to have drinks and dinner with him. I'd just really like to be done with the whole thing.

If I ever post or answer another ad on Craigslist, please knock some sense into me.