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He was an internet entrepreneur and passionate about digital technology.
Perhaps from now on I would focus on my relationships with my family. My sons were then aged 35 and 29, and my grandchildren were two and five. Lifting the lid on his relationship with Monica, Tom said: 'We knew we'd never have a conventional relationship.
I knew we'd never live together and that I¿d never meet her family. I would pack in as much as I could while I still had the face, the body and the desire for it. 'Maybe we could get to know each other a bit better...' And so my liaison with Pup was arranged.
When he mentioned that he still lived at home, I felt a wicked frisson shoot down my cradle-snatching spine. 'I've never had a serious girlfriend,' he admitted. That's why we all use dating sites.' 'What would your friends say about you being out on a date with an older woman?
' 'It would be a big mark in my favour,' he grinned. ) He explained that he had divorced his wife the previous year and was attempting to open a new chapter in his life. He had texted me to say that he would get there a few minutes early, 'so that you won't have to wait and have people wonder what an attractive woman is doing alone in a hotel bar'. He sent another text moments before I arrived, saying he was sitting by the window in a darkblue blazer and light-blue shirt. I spotted him right away; he was even more handsome than in his photos, and exuded a collegiate air.
I hadn't expected to find love, I hadn't been searching for it, I wasn't even sure I wanted it.
But I felt a vague dissatisfaction because something was not right.
I realised I didn't actually care about any of these men.
Had all these human beings, even the good and likeable ones, become disposable, mere off-the-shelf products?
Now I was single and 60 and feeling on the scrap heap.
It seemed as if it was all over for me - the love and passion, the sex and sensuality.
Increasingly I felt that the big-bellied, baggage-laden oldsters on the dating site couldn't compete with these tempting young men. So it was with a gleeful squeal that I found a message from him one morning: 'Hi "Raven", thank you for looking at my profile and sending a wink. Then all of a sudden I found myself unlocking the door, climbing up the stairs and dropping down on to my bed, with Charles gently pulling off my shoes.