A man with a past is something to behold. Yummy. But from a distance, because he's practically two-stepping to Jahannam. He needs tending and mending and a change in trajectory. Perhaps your influence will restore his faith in luff or give him the necessary distraction he needs to escape his problems. Who knows. He's just hot. Looks deliciously troubled with a story to tell. And you have a plush couch, an ear for listening so he can talk about his problems which will make beautiful material for a piece you're writing. Leave it to you to personify abstract concepts and make them saucy. You are clearly Ms. Wrong. You're too old to wait long. Haven't a clue about his religious or sexual orientation. Especially since he's a fiend for spam and has never sampled soul-healing muqmaad, and you've never made some for anyone. You're billing this victim by the hour, so it's time to start listening and stop imagining a plotline. It is not your place to be the wench of his dreams. Leave that to Captain Save A Ninja - Ms. Becky. You're a pious Xalimo, at least in deed. But you wear what you want, which sort of sends mixed messages. Anyway, you're not into projects. After all, It's easier to corrupt a good man than resuscitate a perplexing Abdi with beard alopecia that currently lacks a cause.
Sorry for airing my thoughts.