Published: February 15, 2019
The reformed libertine
For years I didn’t have the slightest interest in being faithful. It just didn’t seem important. As long as boyfriends didn’t know, then what possible harm could it do? At one (particularly busy) point I was juggling my optician, a very fetching motorcycle courier, my live-in boyfriend and, very occasionally, one of our flatmates. I was in love with all of them, of course. (All right, I wasn’t.)
For someone who likes to identify as a good person, I was distinctly amoral when it came to matters of the heart. I could always be counted on to do the wrong thing when the moment overtook me.
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