Of Older Men

At the end of watching both Navy NCIS and CSI last night, I started to suspect I might maybe have a thing for older men.

Not older as in my ex-sugar-daddy (Frans "Vloog" Theron, aged around 60 now I think) (long story!), or older as in the 82-year-old guy who proposed after I met him at Christmas lunch in Australia (and who is now 90!) - but older as in distinguishedly-greying, mature but not turning sour, sorta 40-something. Like the two guys who head up the investigative teams in these programmes. (I also have a thing for that kind of programme, but that's a whole other story...)

Which of course got me worried. WHY do I like these guys? What's so attractive about them? Am I nuts????

After some hurried soul-searching I've come to the conclusion that it's because they are old enough to know what they want, aren't just out for a "skirt", are settled and comfortable with the lives they have (well, the lives they portray on the box anyway), and are out of the stages that seem to affect men younger than they are and drive us women to insanity. Sure, there are some lovely other young guys on these programmes - that I don't deny! - but the older guys stand out as being different.

So there you have it. My secret obsession with slightly-older men. Shudder...