He's gorgeous, but a wrong 'un. To have had any chance at all, I'd have had to grow up in his home town and have a full knowledge of what I was getting into.
He'd have had to be single, which he wasn't. He did say he'd leave his wife but I wasn't taking responsibility for that.
On reflection, I think he wanted access to my then quite decent salary.
What he succeeded in doing was to be 'the last straw' that broke me when my life was already too hard to live. I had a complete mental breakdown and eventually had to give up work and haven't worked since.
There was a thread on mn at the time about how many times a month people had sex with their partners... so for fun I imagined myself with him and came up with ...
Morning, when he got home from work, bedtime - ninety
He could come home for lunch - thirty
We would almost certainly do it in the night - thirty
and extras, a modest estimate... fifteen..... So maybe 165 times a month. Neither of us had small children to keep us busy.
Someone tried to tell me how bad he was and received response 'I don't care! I want the COCK!' Which just shows a) how powerful limerence is and b) how hard I had to fight it to stay on the straight and narrow.
Merry Christmas, lad, whomever you are shagging and wherever you are. (Three miles down the road from me, wondering if they're going to catch you. I haven't said a word).