They’d long ago hung up their spurs and mutated into pensioners.
Dating men of any age presents its own unique set of challenges: In high school you get fumbling boys, confused about where to put their body parts in relation to yours, despite their over-eagerness for the proximity. If you manage to settle down with one in their thirties you'll still spend time tinkering with their training wheels, coaching them through their careers, mothering them, and turning them into the men they want to be.
In their twenties men want to have as much sex with as many different women as possible. Of course in their forties and fifties all of that hard work will be undone in a blazing crisis of self that returns them squarely to stage one, armed this time with enough Viagra to pre-empt their premature excitement.
That’s what I thought, anyway, in my snobby and blinkered youth. Because time sped by and suddenly I’d joined them – without the perm and cardi because nobody has them now – but 60 all the same.
I’d had a longish marriage and then a 10-year love affair with a man much older than I – the cartoonist Mel Calman.
In my mid-fifties, however, I found myself single again, and remained so until well into my sixties. Anyway, I went out with some of them and found that dating when one’s older brings various challenges.