It was about the only “date” date I ever had. I.e., I didn’t know her before hand and I asked her out because she was pretty. She had come to my house to interview for a position as house-mate. We decided she wasn’t a good fit, but I asked her out and she accepted.
We met in a bar—a first for me. I got there early and got into a conversation with the woman next to me, and things were getting to the point of “let’s go do something” when my date walked in.
I don’t remember what we did. Maybe we had dinner. At some point I must have told her that I was already in a relationship with a woman who believed in free love. As I drove my date home, she said she wasn’t comfortable dating someone who was already involved. And that was that. My one and only real date.