Chapter 3
I was never good at relationships. In fact, I’d only ever had one boyfriend—Mark, a mechanic with the thickest forearms I’d ever seen. They used to really turn me on. We lasted eighteen months before my insecurities drove him away. From that point on I found it difficult to get close to another man. That first break-up scarred me and left me even more insecure.
If I was completely honest, the world frightened me a bit. Before Mark, I’d been the life of the party. I hadn’t spent a single Saturday night at home in over six years. If there wasn’t a party, there’d be drinks at someone’s house. If there weren’t drinks at someone’s house, there’d be a dinner party or an exhibition to attend. And whatever it was that came first, clubbing would inevitably follow after. In those days I
