The ups & downs of dating men “of a certain age”

The best date I’ve had in the past year was romantic (he was dressed so well and smelled so lovely), fun (we laughed at how long it took us to get together after an endless flirtation), and passionate (I’ll let you figure that one out yourself).

Michael and I hit a local restaurant, and it was one of those nights where, for a couple of hours, the clientele seemed to disappear altogether. We were lost in each other’s stories and smiles, and God, was life good.

The one potential conflict: He’s 28 and I’m 61. 

The worst dates I’ve had in the past couple of years were similar in scope, although they involved men around my age and ended tragically. Let’s see, there was Robert

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