That happened to me.
EF called me up and took me to dinner.
Everything was great. Good conversation, nice company.
Afterwards we went back to my place. We started with some heavy petting and then they bent me over the couch with me screaming, “I’m not Pick3. I’m not Pick3”.
To no avail. They had their way, walked out and haven’t called since.
If you see them tell them I miss them.