"Informal studies of the female figure led me to conclude that a healthy, beautiful, undressed female body had to be one of the most divine things on earth to contemplate. And then there were also the delightful works of 20th century master pin-up artist Gil Evgren that presented girl-next-door cheek which really tugged at my girly core. I found myself collecting Gil Evgren calendars and exploring art/life modelling + striptease. I remember the day I understood I had become Woman, not sheltered, naive Catholic girl any more (though that girl has not completely left me!) : I was waiting for my turn at the printer's when this beautiful, preppy young man with large dark curls, tender eyes and classic jaw-line entered the shop. Immediately in my head : 'He will make love to me.' This was a new thought. PS The beautiful man did invite me another day to home-cooked dinner at his. But the blasted hairdressers experimenting with his hair that morning had given him one stupid, aggressive, bleached rockstar head so contrary to his eyes, he now looked to me like a very pretty but idiotic poster boy, I lost all desire..."