I confess his sinning was what interested me. He was so ridiculously, overtly on the make, it sort of took me aback and even impressed me. Here I was, being so good, trying to keep my shit together, trying to be better than the craptastic girl I’d been, and he was just running around being bad. I didn’t know anyone bad (or thought I didn’t—more on that later). I wanted to keep watching him in action. Maybe I would like to, um, receive some action.