But, trapped in his tiny living room, I began to feel stifled by his tales of woe.Another older potential suitor was 63-year-old Martin.So why on earth should I settle for an out-of-condition old codger like him just because society deems it appropriate for me?Especially not when I still feel vibrant and youthful enough to attract the hot young Pups of this world? ’ sneered one anonymous troll, while others gleefully informed me that my actions meant I faced a sad and lonely old age.Of course a paunchy man fast approaching his 70th birthday will not compare favourably with a 23-year-old young stud.Especially not when I still feel vibrant and youthful enough to attract the hot young Pups of this world?In my view, today’s middle-aged British men are rather lost at sea.
Knowing I wouldn’t get this with a much younger man, I decided to remain open to dates with men nearer my own age, who could sing along to the Rolling Stones. Ever since my book was published, I’d been inundated with correspondence from older men who wanted to prove they had just as much going for them as the young bucks had. He was no matinee idol but looked presentable enough. No, I wanted the thrill of seeing a beautiful young man over the other side of the dinner table, laughing at my anachronisms and making me giddy with excitement.
Men under 30 neither know nor care about such ‘rules’. But I didn’t — not least because he reminded me so much of an ex-partner that it made me uneasy.
Used to the notion of equality between the sexes, they are more spontaneous and natural. The end of our dates became increasingly awkward, with me trying to slip away politely without any smooching.
Many told me to grow up and date someone from my own age group.
While I could easily disregard the vitriolic views of strangers, many of whom I suspected were merely jealous or prudish, I did feel it would be sensible to put my experiences in perspective by dating some older men. Yet, as the conversation steered predictably down the safe avenues of favourite films and actors he’d worked with, my mind wandered back to those playful exchanges I’d enjoyed with one of my favourite younger chaps, during our wonderful sexy afternoons. Had my flings with younger guys led to me to set the bar unrealistically high?