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Over the decades, older men have always been
commended whenever they land much younger
women. Let a woman net a much younger man
and she’s accused of not only cradle-snatching
but rejuvenating her tired blood cells with his
much vibrant ones. ‘“I’ve always liked much
younger men”, confessed Florence, now in her
late 40s and a successful trans-Atlantic business
woman.
“I got married young and to a much older man”,
she confessed. “I met him abroad and, after
three children I ran into Mark, a much younger
man at one of the refresher courses I was
taking.
He was exciting and sexy and we had loads in
common even though he was about ten years
younger. Once we had sex and I realised how
much pleasure you could get off a little body, I
left my older husband to move in with him and
the divorce settlement I got was mouth-watering,
so there was no need to hustle him for cash. We
had a smashing time for the first few years we
were together.
I couldn’t get enough of him but as time passed,
I began to notice he’d started going grey and his
eyes were getting puffy. My toy-boy was now a
grown man and I didn’t find him that sexy any
more. Thank goodness we both realised marriage
was out of the question. I still loved going out to
bars and restaurants but all he wanted to do was
stay at home in front of the telly watching any
sporting activity that was on offer. I as really
bored and frustrated. In the end I had to be
honest with him.
“He was a bit shaken by my asking him to move
out, but what else did he expect? Live with me
for eve4r? The next time I got invited to a party,
I put on one of my sexiest dresses and a pair of
killer heels. I looked in the mirror and smiled
smugly: `Not bad for a middle-aged mum of
three’, I thought. At the party, I got chatting to a
really young accountant called Alec. I gave him
my card and we sort of flirted throughout the
night. `I like you’, he said brazenly. `I’ve been
dying to meet an older woman with a lot of
confidence and experience’. `Lucky for you!’. I
teased him, `I have plenty of both’’
“He was not a disappointment either and my
experience with him confirmed my belief that
younger men were much more exciting. Since
then, my only dating requirement became that a
man had to be aged between 25 and 35. I was
then 42 – life was too shorty to waste on beer
bellies and receding hairlines. My eldest daughter
was 21 and once, when she met one of my
dates, she wasn’t shocked. `I’m happy if you’re
happy’, she shrugged. But not everyone was so
happy for me.
When I told my best friend about my toy-boys,
she was aghast. ‘Don’t you realise that these
boys will never want to settle down and get
married after they’d had all these freebies from
you?’. ‘That’s exactly why I like them’, I told her.
‘They just want to have some fun and so do I.
She’d never liked the way I ditched my ex-
husband and now she looked at me as if I were
some sort of a freak. ‘I don’t like who you’ve
now become’, she huffed. ‘I don’t want anything
to do with you any more’.
“Stop being so judgemental”, I replied. “Some
women only date good-looking men. I like them
good-looking and young. What’s wrong with
that?”” But it was no use. We stopped being
friends. I’d been in serious relationships since I
was a teenager and had missed out on the dating
scene when I got married early. Now I was
making up for lost time.
“Not long after, I met a 26-year-old, Chima,
through work. We arranged to go for a drink. At
the end of the night, we went back to his flat as
one of my children was staying over to a few
weeks. Suddenly, he started to look nervous and
embarrassed. I put my arm around him and said:
`Is everything Ok?’. `There’s something you need
to know before things go any further’, he replied.
`I’m a virgin’. At first I was a little surprised but
not put off. He was good looking and looked
confident enough. I was sure his plumbings were
Ok, and anyway, I was about to find out. He
needed patience and reassurance that’s all. And
thank goodness we got there in the end!
“Once he’s got the hang for sex, he started
following me everywhere. I was getting a bit
impatient and encouraged him to date girls in his
age bracket. I’d already met a new potential
partner and didn’t want him cramping my style.
My new man, John, was on holidays and was
planning a visit to his home-town. He begged me
to come with him. He would be going back to
the U.S. In a few months’ time and he was a
stud! I did not need that much persuasion. The
family house was in the middle of nowhere with
epileptic electricity but I didn’t care. The
weather was cool most of the time and he was
gorgeous. I’d never been impressed by fancy
hotels anywhere, so we got down and dirty on
what was available. I didn’t regret the
experience.
“These days, I go on dates on a regular basis
and I’ve never been happier. With so many toy
boys out there, I’ll never be content with an
older man. Never! I thank goodness I have all
the children I want and my business makes it
possible I have a good life. I don’t need a man to
look after me. Why don’t I look after these young
men who’re always grateful for the experience
instead?”
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