I knew that S had fancied me for years. I used to think that he was too young for me, but over time he had matured, and now I found him rather attractive, especially now that he wore his dark hair long.

My cunning plan to communicate that this attraction was now mutual involved standing very close to him in the queue for the buffet table, and then accidentally on purpose letting my hand brush a stroke across his body. He understood my meaning straightaway.

Before long we were planning to set up home together. A modern five-bedroomed house in Manchester would suit us perfectly.