Surely this meant that I had won…that I was finally the Mistress of My Own Universe.

And there was peace throughout the land.

And then I met him. He was a gypsy boy: beautiful, free, unattainable, magical. I didn't want a boyfriend. The sex was great. He was unique and intelligent and very good company. I knew he'd wander in and out of my life, and I couldn't think of a more optimal scenario: no hassles, no ties, always interesting.