I cannot believe that I slept with him on the second date. Advice needed.

I want to preface this thread with the fact that prior to last night, I had never slept with a man on a second date.

He's a serious, traditional, silent type. He's really intelligent, and as he pointed out in his initial email to me, we have a lot in common. We're both divorced, and highly educated, among other things. We even have the same alma mater except that he went there for his MBA and I went there for my undergraduate degree.

We exchanged emails for a couple of weeks, and then moved on to a few phone conversations over another couple of weeks, and then to a first date. Although I was attracted to his photo in his profile, I was only mildly attracted to him during our first date. At the end of our first date, he asked to see me again, and I agreed, and there was no kiss. Afterwards, we had one two hour phone conversation, in which we found out a lot about each other, and I started to become very attracted to him as a person. Over another two week period, he tried to call me several times, but we played phone tag, and because we were not able to connect over the phone, ended up sending each other quick texts a couple of times.

Finally, we had our second date last night. When I saw him this time, I was intensely attracted to him. He just seemed much better looking this time. He wined me and dined me at a nice, cozy, romantic restaurant, and electricity flew every time we looked at each other, and we smiled a lot at each other. The more I talked with him over dinner, the more I was attracted to what he had to say, and his amazing intelligence. After dinner, we walked to the beach, where it was cold, and when we sat down on the bench at the beach, he made his first move, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and it felt so right when I put my head on his shoulder. While we sat, shivering in the cold on the bench at the beach, we laughed at people we saw dressed up for Christmas with tails stuck to their behinds, and then he pushed me when I sat on the swing at the beach.

After drinks at another restaurant, we went back to my house. Obviously, since I am divorced, I have a certain amount of dating experience, but I have never slept with a man on a second date. In fact, I usually wait at least four or five months, but I couldn't believe how right I felt with him, and how attracted to him I was. When we stood in front of my house, and I thanked him for driving an hour and 45 minutes to see me again, he made his second move, and put his arms around my waist and leaned down for a kiss. He's tall, and even with my 4 inch high heel boots, I had to stand on my toes to reach his lips. When we kissed, I felt the sexual chemistry coursing through me, and even though the good girl conscience inside my head gently reminded me that I shouldn't let him inside my house, I did after he asked if he could. We sat on my couch, without turning on the lights, while he tried to find a movie on cable to watch. After he found the movie, he made his third move, and turned towards me on the couch, and we started kissing. Things moved quickly, more quickly than I anticipated, and when he started to take off his clothes, my good girl conscious again warned me to tell him to stop, as I am not that type of girl, and have never had sex with a man this easily, but my mouth did not utter those words, and I let him have his way with me. Sex was good, and I enjoyed it, and we both tried to continue watching the movie for a little while with his hand on my leg, and with my head on his shoulder. I didn't say much as we were watching the movie, and wanted very much to explain to him that he is only the fourth man I have ever slept with in my 30 something years on this earth, and that I have never done this before, but I thought that it sounded cliche, and thought that he would never believe me, and ended up deciding not to tell him. I fell asleep on his shoulder soon thereafter, and he said that he didn't want to stay and bother me if I am sleepy, and besides he had a long trip back to his place, and it was about 1 a.m. in the morning. I felt regretful about what I had done, and mentioned that I was in shock, and when he asked me why, I said never mind, and did not elaborate further, but wanted to again explain that this is the first time I had ever slept with a man on a second date, but my mouth again did not utter those words. He got dressed in silence, and we exchanged a few words, which I don't even exactly recall right now because my mind was so fixated in thoughts about what I had just done. As he left, he said "I'll see you." I said okay, knowing that he was probably trying to say something, but didn't know what. Then, I just sat on my couch afterwards, not able to move, and just unable to wrap my head around the mistake that I had just made. He's a traditional guy, and I'm a traditional girl, but I let my intense attraction for him, alcohol, and the heat of the moment get the better of me. I suppose he has lost all interest and respect for me now.

Any ideas on what I should do now? Regardless of what I do now, I have learned a big lesson from all this. I will never do this again, but I probably lost the one guy that I had the most interest in. Go ahead, tell me how I have ruined things.

And thanks for coming "clean" with us too!