The late Signora V. was six years older than me. It never really made much of a difference; we were still of the same generation, and were were definitely right for each other.

I do remember, many years ago, when I was 28 I was pursued by an oversexed 18 year old who thought she was God's Gift. The body of a porn star (all natural, too!), but just too immature for me to want to deal with her. She thought she could get anyone wrapped around her finger just by throwing herself at them. Anyway, a few years later when I was living with the soon-to-be Signora V. (we weren't married yet), "The Tiger" (the kid's nickname) called when I was out working. She would periodically resurface to try and throw some interference into relationships, and this time I was no exception. Signora V. was on to her - she answered the phone, recognized the voice and said, "He's not home right now, but he really doesn't need to fool around with girls anymore - he's engaged to a woman!" The Tiger never called again.

Generally speaking, I've always been attracted to women my own age, or a little bit older (though there have been a couple of exceptions). Now that I'm single again, perhaps I would be a little more open - but I could never see myself involved with someone young enough to be my daughter.

Signor V.