Casual?

"It's just too bad you are not into casual sex."

This is what the Latin Lover says to me at the near-end of our date last night.  He picked me up at my place, came upstairs for a moment - then took me to a very nice restaurant.  We had a romantic, intimate dinner, sitting at that corner table where we are both sitting on the banquette.  We shared a bottle of wine with exquisite food.  Conversation flowed, he was affectionate without putting his paws all over me in public.  OK, maybe he did for a minute.  Or two.  I felt sorry for our server.

As he drove home, he invite me back to his place for "brandy" -- which I considered, and then politely decline.  He complimented me that I was playing it safe.  He really was offering brandy, but more as a precursor to getting... ummm... more out of the evening.

Then as he walks me to my doorstop, does not ask to be invited up, he says something along the lines of not sure we're in the same place about marriage & kids and  "it's too bad you are not into casual sex."   To which I reply (albeit a bit coyly) "I'm just not casual."

Followed by some passionate and persuasive good night kissing.  Which is why I'm not sure exactly what he said - and what the context was for that statement.  Now, of course, I have to call him and ask him "so, man that I met at a bar and know nearly nothing about...  what ARE you looking for?"