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Two tier attraction: what happens when you fall for someone’s soul
Lusting someone is different to loving someone
Well over a year ago, I begrudgingly shoved on a yellow dress, did my make up to a barely acceptable level of fine, and marched out to meet a potential client for a coffee. Absolutely nothing about this was romantic; I wasn’t in the mood, I was tired, and this person was as far as I knew, happily married. He wasn’t amazingly handsome or tall, I wasn’t left drooling over his Hollywood good looks, and nothing about our conversation even broached romance or lust. He was a very normal looking, average weight, average fitness, 5ft 9, bloke in his forties. I advised him on his social media platforms and PR contingency plans, and that was that. And then we kept talking. And talking. And talking. In fact, as it was getting late, we agreed to grab supper.
Then we walked for four hours all over London, until 11.30pm, just talking. Again: not a single thing romantic, sexual, or flirtatious. But it was like taking crack cocaine; he was so smart, the conversation was so easy, and we completely understood each other. I had spent 8 hours with a man booked in for an hour. Hurray, I thought. A new friend. That’s all it was, back then. It didn’t even cross my mind that he could ever be anything more. There just wasn’t sexual chemistry. It hadn’t…
