I was a size 8, but he told me I was as fat as a barrel.
The relationship ended soon after he decided to retire from his law practice and spend his days pottering in the garden.Feeling the loss of his own career, he belittled mine and attempted to end it, even deleting emails from my employers.By then, my male contemporaries had married and started families, as well as successful careers.To my chagrin, I now saw them and their wives in the swish and swanky restaurants and hotels I had thought my exclusive province.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.
There is a saying: ‘Better to be an be an old man’s darling than a young man’s slave.’ Whoever dreamt it up never went out with an old man.
When I poured myself a glass of wine, he called me a toper.
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.