Dear Holly,I am deeply, deeply in love with a woman from work, but I don’t even know her name. We share a lift together every morning and although she doesn’t give me a second glance I am sure that she could grow to love me as I love her. The only real obstacle to our union is that the other day she sort of caught me smelling her hair while she wasn’t looking, and then got a bit upset when she later noticed I was attempting to borrow a few fibres from her sweater. She turned round and said ‘what the fuck do you think you’re doing you smelly little weirdo?’ and I attempted to propose that we make fast, hot love in the lift but my stutter and the dribbling got in the way a bit and she got a bit of spray on her face and she then exited the lift. How can I make her realise she needs me inside her?Daryl,Swindon

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