Although the majority of me has been 32 for most of my life, I’m happy to say that part of me never progressed beyond 13. I had my first proper girlfriend when I was thirteen (and my second.) Her name was Cathy Fox and she didn’t look anything like Ha Hui. She wasn’t even Chinese. The God of Refined Taste delayed his appearance until I was beyond any prospect of having girlfriends. Gods can be like that.