The first time I ever had sex with someone who I wasn’t in some sort of relationship with had me
I live out of a suitcase. I don't even own the suitcase. It's borrowed, much like everything else of any tangible value in my life; accommodation, vehicles, mouthwash.
Yes there was one person I found attractive. No he wasn't available because he was married and was just there to meet like-minded people who like to do things commando.