I had four boyfriends, none of them loved me, but then I got married, and they all regretted it.

I've had four boyfriends in total.

My first boyfriend was a rich playboy. I chased him for two years, and we dated for three months.

When we broke up, he looked down at me, aloof and condescending: "Willow, you were nothing more than a passing amusement."

My second boyfriend was a university professor. I pursued him first too, and we dated for a year.

When we broke up, he smiled gently: "Willow, I don't have the time to wait for you to grow up."

My third boyfriend was a huge celebrity. I didn't chase him; he chased me.