I wrote this shortly after it happened. Ten years ago now. When I was a younger man, like most guys I was obsessed with sex, used to walk around with a constant hard-on. If I look at old photos of myself, I could cry thinking about all the gorgeous girls I lusted after but couldn’t be arsed spinning a line to. You see, there’d always be tomorrow or the day after. You know, that day when

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