I am a disaster when it comes to men. I didn’t get my first boyfriend until I was in my 30s, lost my virginity at 32 and was famously disastrously married for five years to a man 15 years my junior.
Throughout it all I harboured a crush on a man I’d met at a party in 1983 — something I wouldn’t get over for 40 largely unrequited years.
To make matters worse, I went on to date The Crush