Don’t even try. AGE DOES MATTER.
A friend of mine married a 75-year-old when she was 50. Then, he was in shining health and vigour. He passed away of a sudden brain aneurism three years later, sitting on the porch, reading the morning newspaper.
Another friend of mine, widowed at 50, married a 25-year-old. She didn’t care about his children or the household and was soon back in her party routine. They divorced after three years.
I was widowed at 63 and dated 17 women in two months, aged from 40 – 70.
The young one had a dream of visiting Paris, I had just come back from a business trip there.
The oldest one, a lovely lady, proclaimed that she didn’t “do sex” anymore but she’d pay for me to travel with her around the globe, forever. She wouldn’t mind paying for an upscale hotel escort now and then if I “wanted sex’.
The 18th date was with a widow, a businesswoman, my age. We got married after I had proposed at the top of the Eiffel Tower after she had proven that she had strong legs (Ha, ha). We had walked up the stairs on a rainy day, and I proposed with a dollar-store aluminum ring. That was 17 years ago. We have climbed many mountains, bicycled many backroads, seen many operas in the greatest opera houses in the world and, so far, been to 23 countries together.
“Like children play best.”