Something occurred to me the other day, whilst walking*: I’m not un-fall-in-love-able-with. Or un-fall-in-love-with-able. Either will do. The point is, I’m not. Probably. Here’s the thing… The people who have fallen in love with me (and actually told me about it) both behaved reprehensibly towards me at/around the point of revelation. I didn’t invite their…