Drawing a Crowd
I was twenty-two when I discovered just how powerful the simple act of eating an ice cream could be.
I was on a tourist boat off the coast of Zante with my boyfriend, nonchalantly eating the vanilla ice cream coated in white chocolate, my favourite. The weather was hot—it was July, after all—so I had to take care not to let it drip on me. As a result, I would nibble at sections of the chocolate until I revealed the creamy goodness beneath, then pop the whole thing in my mouth and suck off the melting top layer of ice cream. I was no innocent, not even back then, but I honestly had no idea what effect I was having on some of my fellow passengers.
Soon, though, I noticed a group of teenage boys sat in a row of plastic seats facing my own, nudging one another and gawping at
