"And you never regretted not having the chance of a romantic entanglement?" It was not a matter of regret – at least consciously. I was a career wom...n, and that was that. It never penetrated my thick skull that some of the academic staff were married women. I mean, I knew that rationally as a fact, but I didn't relate it to me being unmarried. The two were never contrasted, in my mind.I did have one crush, when I was twenty, and I might have done something about it, until I discovered he was. He tried to stand, but slipped, as the blood from his groin had wet the ground. The pulsing blood continued, it seemed forever until it slowed. He fell back, and more fluid leaked. But it wasn’t his. The water broke. Eve was having her baby. He struggled, but she could feel him weakening. He rolled to the blood-soaked ground. Eve rolled away, the contractions gripping her. She knew she could never reach the house, not now. ‘Get help…must get help’ she thought, ‘save my baby….’ The next. Don't get me wrong! I know that they are different, and I can carry on a conversation with a woman on nearly any subject, until it turns to sex. I would blush and excuse myself. Since I have no experience on the subject, how can I advise anyone regarding affairs of the heart, or of the loins.Just recently, I was transferred to a suburban parish, taking over for an older priest, who had become sexually involved with a female parishioner. To avoid scandal, he was 'retired' and I was sent to. It was a gay movie about an older man and a younger man. They were sitting on a couch talking. As the older man reached over to the younger man someone slipped into the booth behind me. In the movie the older man started to rub the younger man's crotch. The man behind me reached around and started rubbing mine. It was a little strange because the man behind me must have seen the movie before. Because as the older man in the movie opened the younger man's pants. I felt mine open. As the older.