Janet, 59
I can’t remember how Alan and I ended up having sex for the first time. We’d probably had a few too many drinks.
I was 10 years out of a tricky divorce and I’d developed a bad habit: I would sleep with a man and then immediately go off him. I used to call it the “garage-door moment”. I’d be in love with a guy one second, and then he’d say something yucky, and – boom! – the automatic door would roll down. I wouldn’t fancy him any more.
For a long time, I’d resisted sleeping with Alan because I didn’t want the garage door to go down
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