The feeling of attraction almost seemed alien. I not only fancied Richard III, I liked him, I was interested in him. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Of course, I hoped he wasn't aware of the moth to a flame business.
He's funny, tall, dark and handsome. Tick, tick, tick and tick. Strong, confident and intelligent. Tick, tick, tick.
Later that evening, I blurted out to a friend that I fancied someone, like it was something new and noteworthy!
Yesterday came the crunch. He was wearing a ring. On the third finger. Of this left hand.
Before I could even add him to the special place in my ladyplaybank, and taking into consideration my experiences with the two married men - Mr Married and Mr Smith, I am putting the blinkers on and adding him firmly into the 'friend' category.
It's nice to know however, that the butterflies of fancying someone is still possible!