One upon a time, I was in love with my tutor.
Or at least, as in love as I knew how to be.
Woman refuses to be stopped by fat shaming at the gymI had the kind of feelings that you can only really have when you’re in your teens – obsessive, thinking about them all the time, lying awake at night feeling sad about the fact that you’ll probably never be together. Something that’s easy to confuse with love.
Basically, I was the kind of full-on Woody Allen cliche that would make film critics reach for the words ‘badly drawn’ and ‘unrealistic’ and it would have taken about six words to get me on his desk. And while I’d have been on that desk willingly, consentingly, it still wouldn’t have been right.
I have no doubt that he knew how I felt about him, and I’m just as… Read the full story