In my 20's, I wanted a love of my life white picket fence type of situation. When that didn't work out, I lowered my ideal to just a stable relationship that had workable problems and was mostly okay. Now at 40, I'm like, can I just get some dick? Can we just grab a burger and have sex afterwards and then you go home and I'll talk to you later? Is that too much to ask? No, it's not, and I'm not emotionally damaged. The trick is to move on before you're too attached. Enjoy the hormones but don't take them seriously. It makes things simple. No meeting the family, and things that would be dealbreakers in a ltr don't matter as much. He's messy and a bad driver, so what. He can lay pipe. Life is better casual. Maybe I want something serious again someday...but for now this is where it's at.