My meditation man might not have offered much meaning that morning. And I’ve certainly had my fair share of casual hookups that I’ve gone into feeling empowered and liberated — only to leave feeling bereft and starved for human connection. But in hindsight, those post-coital moments of emptiness were probably more to do with my mindset at the time than the experience itself. Like the time I responded to a late-night booty call from someone I’d casually slept with a handful of times. I’d been in a depressive funk; sleeping with someone I knew had zero emotional investment in me was not so much an act of sexual agency as it was one of self-harm. I left his bed in tears.