Are men watching too much porn and mistaking its kinky hookups for real life?

Men, riddle me this: When did you all become so kinky — and brazen — on dates? Seriously.

I made this discovery last Thursday night after foolishly meeting up with an ex — one who’s always been a bit of a red flag. (God, I have bad taste!)

We’d tried to make a go of things in the past, but he was fresh out of a divorce and firmly in his sad, angry, bitter phase. Anyone who has dated a man post-marriage knows this stage well: We suddenly become their sounding boards, therapists and punching bags while they unpack the trauma of their ex daring to leave them.

One weekend away, after hours of “Why do you think she left me?” chats, I’d had enough. What was supposed to be a romantic getaway became a therapy marathon. Instead of naked romps, we were dissecting his marriage.

By the end, I felt like I knew his ex-wife better than some of her friends.

Spoiler alert: I didn’t want to.