At 64, I spent a night with a man nearly 30 years younger… but when I woke up in the hotel room, I discovered something terrifying.

and asked if the seat was taken.

I almost said yes.

Instead I said no.

He smiled.

And sat down.

He didn’t talk to me like I was old.

That was the first thing I noticed.

He looked me right in the eyes. Listened when I spoke. Laughed softly in the right places. Told me he was a photographer, that he traveled for work, that he loved old movies and quiet women continue reading …