Love has no boundries. It doesn't know a 25 year old from a 50 year
old. Love is "what it is," and while it's going on it's absolutely
insanely wonderful. Statistics prove that a high percentage of married
couples get divorced and there are more married couples in the 25 to 49
group than there are in the "you get this and I get that" category. I
was 41 when I was introduced to an 18 year old confused bi-sexual who babysat me going
through a divorce. I was a personal manager at the time and he had just
graduated from high school with no work experience. At 21 years of age
he was a licensed theatrical agent with a well respected talent agency
in L.A. He didn't know what it was like to work for money, since his
father was a wealthy lawyer in Beverly Hills and his mother owned
jointly a major pharmaceutical chain in the U.S. When they met me and
knew my age they cut off his bank account, but he didn't care and for
Xmas (he was a Jew) he brought home a Xmas tree the night before Xmas
(it was free) and decorated it with strings of popcorn. Was he a
rebound love? He treated me like I was a Queen. I never questioned his
love for me. He died in 1990, in three months from a malignant brain
tumor.
I talk more about him in my book "You Can't Marry Them All" coming out in 2015. I'm behind in it.
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