I went through a phase of organising one-night stands with guys I'd meet online.
I'd been single for nearly 4 years, and had one night off a week (3pm - 9am) when DS was at his father's. The rest of the week I had DS, so despite craving adult company (and sex) there was no way I could formulate a proper relationship, even if I wanted one.
I honestly thought it might work for me, I'd never 'done' casual sex when I was younger/a student and thought maybe it could fit my life and needs as they were at the time.
So I did this a few times, they were OK fun-wise but fundamentally lacking in heart, passion, intensity. Maybe too formulaic.
I got one pest-ish guy, harmless and silly really, he was probably the most fun sex-wise but kept ringing and texting, annoying but easy enough to ignore. He was younger than me and I don't think quite grasped that you can't just pop over for a cosy adult evening with someone who has a kid to feed bath and bed.
I met one who was good fun, but a bit down on women and relationships. We had a good date/night together. Then he got in touch and rather weirdly invited me on a winter's walk across a giant bridge - ?! - and I thought, cripes, I wonder if he wants to push me off, or if he's suicidal or something. Anyway, after this bizarre 2nd date idea which we never got as far as discussing he disappeared from contact, phew.
I also met a guy who had a teeny penis. Sorry, I know you're not meant to comment, and that it's not supposed to matter if he's got a good heart etc etc. But it was literally the size of my little finger, I was disappointed and the sex wasn't great. He was rather uptight too and e-mailed me after our night together saying "I don't want a relationship with you but wondered if you'd be interested in meeting regularly for sex?" I didn't respond.
Those were the most memorable. Sad eh. The overall feeling I got from one night stands was that it was a lot of effort for little reward, there's no real connection with someone you don't know, even if the sex scratches an itch, and I eventually decided I'd rather spend my night off going to see a film with a big bar of toblerone and then coming home and reading a book and finally getting an unbroken night's sleep.
And now I don't get any nights off as ds's father is no longer around so I've gone from part-time promiscuity to full-time celibacy.
Can do without now. Getting old...