Exactly! And very often (always in my hometown) I meet first for a drink. I am very choosy and there are so many little things that for me are show breakers. Once I was after a very good-looking young guy for a couple of months. At the end he accepted my invitation to come home for drinks. Nice guy, model material, smart, nice manners, all goes well until I notice he wears Todd's loafers with white socks. That was the end. We never had sex, never met again. My friends still laugh at me ?