“She grabbed my trousers and angrily told me that there was no way she would let me go, that I just could not walk out and never come back. She had seduced me the night before – sure I had some feelings for her, but I was unprepared to end up in her arms and in her bed overnight after just a casual visit to say hello and to let her know how much I valued her friendship.

“It was a bitterly cold NYC winter morning – but I decided it was better to leave, even without my trousers. As I walked down that Manhattan street clad only in my bikini briefs and a three-quarter jacket, my body trembled in the single-digit temps with the cold wind howling and whipping against it. But I had long ago decided that I would rather lose my trousers than my heart to a vixen.

“A pair of pants can always be replaced…a heart that is lost to the wrong woman can never be fully repaired.”