SUSAN 1976
It's 1976, I am 28. The less said about Susan the better – I wasted 10 years of my life when I could have had a real girlfriend. We both worked in the same architectural practice, and she gradually sucked me in to accepting the boyfriend role without the sex, playing on my loneliness. She turned out to be a lesbian using me for camouflage. And no, it wasn't an equal exchange. Lonely men beware – I think this is more common than is realised, I have subsequently seen two or three examples.