Thanks Matt. The way I see it, this goes both ways. I have no respect for overweight, ill and out of shape women who blast athletic men their age for wanting to be with fit younger chicks. My response to that is that this is the house YOU did not tend to. This is the house that YOU need to get in shape. My mother was heartbroken, when, long after Dad died, a dear friend of their era showed back up and she fell hard. But he was a hiker, an athlete, and my Mother was blind and married to an oxygen tank. While this good, kind man called her every Friday night until she died shortly after their weekly call (another story), she wailed that he “should” have loved her. He didn’t owe her a thing but gave her love and attention and friendship- what he had to give- until he also passed very late in life. In this way, our basic values have to match. She couldn’t be satisfied with the gifts she had- a beloved friend who rang her up and read her dirty limericks. They laughed themselves silly. And my mother died in her sleep with a smile on her face. We should all be so fortunate. My mother had sex with this man for this first time in decades(my Dad was a no show on that count) more than once- He made her feel pretty and lovely in her late eighties. My god what a gift. But Ed couldn’t give her all she wanted. It was an excellent life lesson that I watched seeing my mother ignore what she had, complain about what she didn’t have, and be hurt for what she thought she was owed. In that way, my extremely bright and well educated Mother was still an emotional adolescent. As are so many.