I knew a girl once, we would meet up every week or so to spend some time together.
It was only after a few months of this that I realised I knew nothing about her.
I mean, in the beginning there was the polite attempt at more, but there was no real connection and it quickly regressed into laid-back semi-scheduled sex. it was better that way.
Of course, eventually she drifted into a serious relationship and out of our casual one.
I ate a whole block of mozzarella cheese the other day, and after, during the nausea, the stomach pain thought: perhaps that would have been better, as a snack.