One time during a business transaction, I met a young man who enjoyed a certain amount of fame in artistic circles. I'd already heard of him, but when I saw him in person, I became fascinated with him. I felt a very strong physical attraction for him. It seemed to me that he'd also been impressed with me, and had tried to get my attention. I later noticed that he elicited this same kind of fascination from many women, and that he, in some ways, took pride in this and encouraged them. But at the time, I wanted to believe I was special, and that he felt something for me. Clear reasoning, which reminded me of the great difference in our ages, lifestyles, and interests, didn't matter. I guess you might say I was bewitched.
My life began to revolve around him, and although you couldn't say that we actually dated, I tried to be present at all his public appearances, day or night, early or late. I taped all his speeches and listened to them for hours on end. Everything he said in public seemed to be directed at me. I'd interrupt all my activities to listen to the dozens of tapes I had recorded. I thought about him obsessively. And the memory of him would come to me during the most inappropriate moments.
I later noticed that he elicited fascination from many women.
