Why Am I Even Thinking About This

We had a Hen night(s) last weekend. It was fun considering I didn't want to . It was mostly friends and friends of friends from work and University.

There is no account of sex in this confession so feel free to move on.

I met a good looking guy who was on a Stag do. Intelligent , articulate but not the sort of person I would have sex with Adhoc, if my big sister was with me it might be different as she always looks after me.

He admitted he had drank enough but would stay out so the Stag doesn't end up stripped naked etc.
He asked me if I was married or had a boyfriend I said neither.
I asked the same of him and he replied no. Not even close my demands are too high and I've not met a girl yet who'd agree. My group were still buying drinks so I felt relatively safe.
A drink was brought over with a wink.
" Go on Demands"
Well not demands he said more like requests. Promise not to lash out, its only my personal thing.
Well he went on if I am with a girl and she hasn't got a half tidy sister , randy mum or even a camp brother then I am not really interested. Because I want some guarantee of good sex with their permission when times are a bit fallow..
I spat my drink out, and burst out laughing, he started laughing too. We moved to a different pub and I never saw him again but he did give me his business card. Which I still have. My sister will be at my parents when I go down for Christmas . I haven't mentioned him yet ... but sure I will.