Most of the time I agree that age is just a number. Being 60 doesn’t bother me. I’m fit, have most of my hair and a dick that works just fine, thank you very much. I’ve made it a point to look ahead and not back, and that attitude has served me well. People guess I’m in my late 40s to mid-50s.

On the other hand, sometimes age matters more. I have a wife who is 22 years my junior. And that age difference has introduced challenges over the passing years.

It was slightly alarming to some people when I — at 42 — met and quickly married a 20-year-old. Clara and I were wild about each other from the beginning, and there were no doubts whatsoever that we would be a pair. Our romance was more of a firestorm than a courtship. But I loved every sexy minute of it.

But let me... Read More