When I asked where her husband was, she replied he was having treatment for prostate cancer.
When I asked after her children, she revealed they didn’t have any. The financier was a military buff and the lawyer liked mechanical birds.
Moreover, to paraphrase Zsa Zsa Gabor, what good was something hard on your finger when your man has gone soft, even after a double dose of Viagra?
But in some instances, sexual rejuvenation is not something to be wished.
My beau was sophisticated, intelligent and exuded the allure that comes with a rarefied lifestyle.
When I poured myself a glass of wine, he called me a toper.
Doomed from the moment the Darling Bud Of May slipped a diamond ring on her slender finger and said ‘I do’ to a man 25 years her senior.
And Catherine is certainly not alone in falling victim to the age-gap blues.
Yesterday, it was announced that singer Bryan Ferry had separated from his second wife, Amanda, after a mere 19 months of wedded bliss.
I couldn’t help but note she is 37 years his junior. For much of my adult life I had a penchant for older men. Like Catherine Zeta-Jones, whose relationships with men her own age seem to have ended in disappointment, I found the majority of my male contemporaries to be boobies, lacking in wit, experience and chivalry. Well, the Duke of Wellington became Prime Minister for the second time aged 65.
I felt spoiled, adored and privileged by a man who bore a passing resemblance to George Clooney. An ‘afternoon nap’, that lovely euphemism for midday hanky-panky, became a real afternoon nap.