The fact I’ll die alone without ever feeling the love of a woman besides my mother and without a child saddens me. So, as kind of a consolation, I want to know… How does it feel? Being in love and being together, the sex part, just living together and all that…
Kinda boring. I don’t think about it. We look after each other with love and spend probably too much time together because we enjoy each other’s company. But it’s not the incredible harlequin drama you might think.