There was a boy who tried, once. James, someone I met during a first-year social at University. He was funny, but it petered out pretty quickly when I was clearly not interested in anything but friendship. Part of me was glad, the constant flirting was tiring. I've never been into men. Yes, they're fun, and some of them (like my climbers) are incredibly well built and attractive examples. But I've never felt that spark.

I first noticed girls when I was 12. I was an awkward gangly freckled girl who didn't fit into the 'sugar, spice and everything nice' mould. I'd sooner play football than be inside learning to be...