There are men in this world who would cut your throat after first emasculating you with a rusty razor blade for saying that. You should read some of the sycophantic slop they write. On guy admitted he’d camped out in front of her house on a semi-permanent basis just to get a look at her. And another one wrote:
Enya still play with my Feels.
Heavens! I reckon that anyone who is glad to have his Feels played with would be capable of anything.
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And I just caught sight of my face in the bathroom mirror (in spite my best efforts not to.) It’s a reddish coppery colour. I’d quite forgotten that the sun can affect it like that. It’s been a long time.