they go off for a talk and my heart drops and thumps hard and loud while I wait for him to return. He told her more about me and how he wished to start a life with me; he would not allow her to hug him and rejected her flirtatious attempts. She reluctantly retreated after a few days of minor stalking but then off she went back to her life. I admit, I was intimidated, though confident in how he and I felt towards each other but intimidated none the less; she was a wealthier woman than I was, she had a sailboat though from what I gather, rarely used the sails but still, a good looking woman with a sailboat, poser or not, I felt the pangs of inadequacies even though I know full well it is about heart, not what's in one's bank account.