No Capri, been there, done both, ended up screwed every time.

That's why I'm such a cynical old moo now.

Some examples:

Someone I love very much on several levels and still go goofy over, is actually married to someone else, because as he confessed, 'she was there at the time' (they'd shared a very difficult and traumatic journey out of China at the height of the student protests there, when westerners were being expelled from the country or interred without trial or hope of release). His family thought he was dead, so I stopped waiting for him, but never stopped loving him.

And the total infatuation? Well, aside from my fascination for Sean Connery's chest hair, I've done the infatuation bit too, more than once, and if it's gone anywhere, I've ended up screwed because I always seem to put in more than he did, or because the glamour wore off and he was revealed for the lousy, violent, drunken shit that he really is, or he was only after the one thing and when he'd had his fill, pissed off.

LTS