What—or who—is your forbidden fruit?
What is it that you crave but cannot have? Is it a fiendishly delicious but fatty food? Perhaps it’s a delectable but emotionally incompatible lover? Is your forbidden fruit a sinfully satisfying activity that aggravates a physical condition? We all have a forbidden fruit, so juicy and palatable, hanging from a taboo tree. What mouth watering something must you keep at a distance?

Ouch! Men named Ron. There have been two of them, wonderful guys, but both were involved with other women and I ended up on the short end of both relationships.

In an interesting bit of symmetry: both other women were named Sherry, both Rons were born in October (though one is a Libra and one a Scorpio), and one was 14 years older and one 14 years younger.

Maybe if there was a Ron just my age? Hmmm.