By that point I had had an erection for about four years, and having been checking out photos of Peter Andre that afternoon my body was just about to explode. The answer at that moment and with that day’s web history was that I wanted to have sex. I didn’t want the hassle of emotional attachment, the like of which I had endured with all the other men I had found online. I just wanted uncomplicated sex like the stuff I saw in late night Channel 4 movies, only preferably not in a public toilet or with a male escort. I couldn’t say that to a total stranger though, let alone do it.