It was awkward. I knew it would be awkward, and yet I got myself into this situation once again. A date from Tinder, going home with him, and yet we were sitting on the sofa watching reruns of Friends. I'd made my intentions pretty clear when I asked to go home with him – lust in my eyes, a soft stroke on his thigh, and it was clear from the growing bulge in his pants he understood. Yet here we were. The bulge was still p...