being a whore

Okay, yesterday I met up with yet another lad. Seemed kinda okay. He brought me flowers. Three roses. Luckily they're not red, pinkish white.
Didn't sleep with him so that's something new.
Think it was my mother's talk that made me change my natural routine. She said I was being pretty much a whore. I didn't think there's anything wrong with being a whore but she said I need a good positive relationship and it might just help me with my anxiety. She told me not to be so open. We'll see.