Dibbs: Who ARE these people?

I guess I should do my best to keep you updated on my dating life (or lack thereof.) In March, a friend fixed me up on a blind date. In short, I'm not sure what she thinks of me if she has the idea that he might be "the one." This charming specimen did not believe in God or gainful employment. He was, however, convinced of the near deity of Rick Pitino. I accepted date number 2 because I was driving the car with a friend in the passenger seat when he called and didn't know quite what to say. Also, I really like Wild Eggs. I cancelled it because I was, um, occupied elsewhere on the Sunday morning of our brunch. ("Sick." I was very, very "sick.")
Last night, while enjoying cocktails and a burger on the Molly's patio, one of my facebook friends found my number and called to see what I was doing. He met us on hallowed Molly's ground. I've known him for a long time, and he's nice, but I can't always understand what he's talking about. He's very philosophical. And earnest. We'll see...
Anyway, these two fine gentlemen have one thing in common: they both decided to discuss "it" during our first date. Now, I know none of y'all are forced to date anymore, but maybe you can explain to me why someone would think this is a good idea. Nothing makes a girl more uncomfortable than discussing possible...encounters...with a guy on a first date. Who do they think I am, a Candace Bushnell character?
Let me make this clear, on both occasions we were sitting at a table, but the potential for more was not on the table. I'm aware of my body language. It was mum.
Consult with your husbos if you must. Let me know about this.