David Was the Man of My Dreams. but When I Asked Him to Sleep with Me He Told Me His Shocking Secret . . . Femail A CAREER GIRL TALKS ABOUT HER UNLIKELY RELATIONSHIP WITH A MR RIGHT WHO TURNED OUT TO BE VERY WRONG
Byline: VICTORIA HOLT
IMAGINE thinking you've found the perfect man only to discover that he couldn't fully return your love because he was homosexual.
That was the nightmare which happened to VICTORIA HOLT, a beautiful, blonde advertising executive and scriptwriter who lives in Fulham, South-West London.
Here, Victoria, who is 30 and single, tells her story . . .
ALTHOUGH I had a number of relationships in my late teens and early 20s, they never really went anywhere. Typically, I'd meet a guy, we'd date a couple of times, go to bed and then set about getting to know each other.
They seemed happy with the relationship but I always felt there was something missing, that real connection with a man - someone who would make you feel really wonderful and listen to you, really listen to you, and understand you as a woman.
So in the end I gave up on men and threw myself into my then career as a dancer and got used to leading an independent life without them.
Then, the summer after I had graduated from Middlesex University - where I studied contemporary dance and choreography - I started working as a part-time waitress in Covent Garden to supplement my earnings as a dancer.
It was there that I met David, who was also working there on a temporary basis as a manager.
For me, it was love at first sight.
David was from Cape Town, South Africa, and was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. He was dark, elegant, tanned, a cuter version of Pierce Brosnan, very charismatic and very tall at 6ft 3in. I'm not usually the kind to be impressed by looks but I was simply bowled over.
David had to train me and there was instant laughter and an incredible rapport between us. It was like I'd known him for years.
Despite coming from opposite parts of the world, we found we had a lot in common, including a passion for cinema and a desire to go to America. I had dreams of Hollywood and becoming an actress; he also wanted to be there, preferably as an agent.
He was so strong and 'manly', but there was a sensitivity about him that had always been missing in the men I had met before. He never poo-poohed my dreams of going to Hollywood.
But most of all he seemed genuinely interested in me and believed in me.
He made me feel that I could be whatever I wanted.
WE STARTED seeing a lot of each other drinks after work, going to the movies, dinner. It all felt so easy and natural, and we'd end up talking for hours.
He used to tell me quite often how sexy and gorgeous I was and I obviously took this to mean he found me sexually attractive. And, of course, I fancied him rotten.
David was such a gentleman.
He'd hold my hand as we walked down the street and I would feel so proud.
Usually, I would never let a guy hold my hand because I felt owned, but with David it was different. I wanted everyone to know I was his and his alone. I took all the time we spent together as proper dates but it seems David wasn't thinking along the same lines.
After a few weeks my friends thought it was odd that David and I hadn't slept together but I brushed their comments aside. I'd met so many men who had wanted me just for sex, that it made a nice change to take things slowly and get to know someone properly.
David and I were always very tactile, touching and holding hands and we did kiss but not really like lovers. Looking back, perhaps I should have pressed things a bit more but I was so happy I didn't want to spoil anything.
Sometimes after a date it got so late he'd stay over, and we'd often end up tumbling into the same bed to go to sleep. I know it's hard to believe but although I was extremely physically aroused, I didn't want to reach out to him in case it spoiled things. But I desperately wanted him to reach out to me; he never did.
Then David announced he was going to America to pursue his career as an agent in the movie business, perhaps permanently. …