The second date went well. We lost track of time and talked for five hours. I hadn’t noticed how time was flying, but several times while listening, I thought, “Can’t we just skip straight to the snogging?” I wasn’t quite sure how to gracefully leap across the table to commence the sucking of face, so I sat and sipped my beer politely. He was good conversation, but the mind does drift, especially when the ass hurts from sitting on a bench for five hours.