I’ll never know how I became infatuated with a spotty 21-year-old straight lad. I’ll never know why I become obsessed with anyone. Occasionally, somebody comes along who destroys me. And it happens when I least expect it. I might have known them ages, and one day, I turn around and see them, and I think, I’m in love. And then, I follow a ritual of making them love me. But they never do. Not anymore. He was the same. Happy-go-lucky, handsome even with the spots, and a suggestive habit of taking off his shirt. He had a fine body. There was acne on his back, but it didn’t matter. He was clever and played the game. I tried to indulge him with money, and he accepted, but it was never a route to his heart.