What I’ve found in the unfolding of my legs, and subsequently in my career, is that people -- mostly men I’m dating -- come to the table (or the bedroom) with a series of preconceived ideas about who I am and what I represent.
Having a one night stand didn’t make me feel cheap or nasty; in fact, it had none of those negative connotations that are generally associated with random, fleeting sex. It just all felt sort of pointless.