Many told me to grow up and date someone from my own age group.
We’d been introduced by a mutual friend who thought we would be a good match.
After all, if he looked so unappealing in his clothes, what on earth would he look like naked?
Afterwards, many hundreds of people from around the world, men and women, contacted me to say they’d enjoyed the book and admired me for being so honest about what is still a fairly taboo subject: relationships between older women and younger men.
Shuffling self-consciously in his seat beside me at the cinema, I sensed that my date was about to make his move.
I wasn’t sure whether he’d do the awkward arm-stretch-behind-my-chair manoeuvre, or ‘accidentally’ brush his thigh against mine.
He also suffered from a bad back, which gave him an old man’s gait.
The thought of being intimate with him repulsed me.
So why on earth should I settle for an out-of-condition old codger like him just because society deems it appropriate for me?
Especially not when I still feel vibrant and youthful enough to attract the hot young Pups of this world? ’ sneered one anonymous troll, while others gleefully informed me that my actions meant I faced a sad and lonely old age.