by Elizabeth M Young

Created on: August 07, 2009   Last Updated: March 29, 2011

In April of 1984, I fell for a man who caused my ridiculous heart to skip a few beats before it settled down into a low sizzle. He was wealthy, well educated and traveled extensively in his position as the owner of a major import-export firm.  I tell everyone to this day that, from the first time that I set eyes on him, I was determined to have that man for my very own.

During that spring and summer of 1984, that incredible prey of mine had frequently crossed my paths of travel.  Each time that he crossed my path of travel, my heart would go into gymnastics and I would start looking around for an ambulance!

I looked him up in the magazines and surfed for him on the web, learning from his photos that, while  he was of a certain age, he still sported an athletic physique and was decorated with skin the color of a perfect Latte with hints of caramel.

He had Clark Gable eyebrows, high cheekbones, cruel lips, and a high brow. His hair rode his beautifully shaped skull in waves of fine and shiny ebony. He was clearly of high intelligence, but it was his bedroom and slightly shifty eyes that made me swoon with supernatural desire.

After the internet failed to satisfy my burning curiosity, I asked around and discovered that he was not only loaded up with the financial goodies, he also had an air of mystery and danger about him. Anyone who talked about him seemed to carefully edit their words, as if they feared the man.

He had a distant cousin who would who was very unwilling to talk until he was  "convinced" to answer some questions. I still did not get much from the estranged cousin, just a hint that the man had been sent to an orphanage after his abusive parents died in a suspicious fire. The man had served for a time in Vietnam after being given the choice of the Army or jail, but no one had heard from since then.

That information led me directly into the romantic and therefore unthinking woman's trap: It is the "Bad Boy" feature of a man that makes him even more desirable! Perhaps it is an instinctive, cave woman process that causes us to look for men who will not hesitate to break the rules when stepping up on predators and mortal foes.

I set out to have this man for my very own and to enter into a committed and long term relationship with him.

I formed a more solid impression of him when I followed him and learned that he had been staying in a small town in Greece, collecting the works of local stone masons. He stayed in an expensive little

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