Against her better judgement, she
recently decided to go to the movies with him when he kept raving about a
Nollywood film he was involved with. The rich woman said: “Shuffling
self-consciously in his seat beside me at the cinema, I sensed that this
my date, was about to make his first move.
“He went for the old-fashioned romantic option and gently took my hand in his and gave me a squeeze. But rather than making my heart melt, the gesture made me cringe.
“Staring ahead at the scream, all I could think was: ‘How soon can I extract my hand from his without appearing rude? I waited a few seconds, subtly slipped my hand out of his grasp and edged myself away from him. At 66, Ovie was a few years older than me. We’d been introduced by a mutual friend who thought we would be a good match. Ovie was a wealthy, highly successful, intelligent, divorced chap who’s invested in several profitable ventures. He owned homes here and abroad and is supposed to tick every box going on a date with me. "In the flesh, however, it was another story. He was scruffy with a scratchy-looking grey beard that made him look horribly unkempt. He also suffered from a bad back, which gave him an old man’s gait. The thought of being intimate with him repulsed me. If he looked so unappealing in his clothes, what on earth would he look like naked?
“He went for the old-fashioned romantic option and gently took my hand in his and gave me a squeeze. But rather than making my heart melt, the gesture made me cringe.
“Staring ahead at the scream, all I could think was: ‘How soon can I extract my hand from his without appearing rude? I waited a few seconds, subtly slipped my hand out of his grasp and edged myself away from him. At 66, Ovie was a few years older than me. We’d been introduced by a mutual friend who thought we would be a good match. Ovie was a wealthy, highly successful, intelligent, divorced chap who’s invested in several profitable ventures. He owned homes here and abroad and is supposed to tick every box going on a date with me. "In the flesh, however, it was another story. He was scruffy with a scratchy-looking grey beard that made him look horribly unkempt. He also suffered from a bad back, which gave him an old man’s gait. The thought of being intimate with him repulsed me. If he looked so unappealing in his clothes, what on earth would he look like naked?
“I tried to push aside mental images
of grey chest hair, a sweaty bald patch and a flabby stomach. There was
no way I could ever sleep with this man.
"Not tonight. Not ever! In fact, if
they were like this, I doubted whether I could ever sleep with any man
my own age. Experience had shown I was better off with toyboys, so why
have a swing to the other end of the age scale?
"A few months ago, before my 63rd birthday, my friends made it known they were fed up with my escapades with toyboys. I was urged to try a man my age. One of the more unpleasant accusations was that my adventures with younger men had turned me into ‘shop soiled goods’, and that this would deter any ‘nice’ man. According to this friend, my actions meant I faced a sad and lonely old age. Try man my age.
“While I could easily disregard the vitriolic views of my friends, some of whom I suspected were merely jealous or prudish, I did feel it would be sensible to put my experience in perspective by dating some older men. Surely they had charms and allure of their own? And so it was I decided to date this ageing industrialist. We had dinner at his palatial residence, and yes, it was easy to converse with a man who ‘had’ the same things as me.
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