Weirdly enough, I once chose someone for exactly this reason.
I spent most of my 20s in a terrible long-term relationship. The guy was possessive and controlling, and he wanted me to spend all my free time with him. It left me cautious and jumpy about dating.
After my breakup, I didn’t go near a guy for the next year. I’m still not sure when, if ever, I’ll enter another relationship. But last summer I started to get curious. What about just getting laid, could that happen?
Dave is a loosely-affiliated member of my friend group. I see him at parties and get togethers, that kind of thing. If you’ve seen the Thor movies, you’ve met him. He’s a foot taller than me, built like a linebacker, has a cute scruffy beard, and he is so enthusiastic about everything. He’s always falling head over heels for some new girl, and each time it lasts about a week, bless his heart.
Reader, I banged him. All that energy and enthusiasm? Oh yeah, he brought it. He has a HUGE… personality. Unfortunately when we were hooking up his sister was in the house, and she started pounding on the door because she couldn’t find one of their cats. It was far too late to stop by then. He forged ahead like a champ.
A couple months later he texted me to say, “sorry I dropped off the grid there! I was sooo busy :o” This was at 2 AM; he was angling for a booty call. I was wearing sweats and drinking wine and eating cookies on the couch, so not really up for it. But I got a very impressive dick pic out of it, which I treasure to this day. He was exactly what I needed when I needed it. What a precious, perfect man! What a gentleman and a scholar.
Also they found the cat, so disaster averted I guess?