Fifteen years ago I was separated from my wife, and I moved into a small enclave of townhouses. All of the occupants were younger than me, but I made friends with all of them and ended up in a relationship with one of them.

She was 22, a beautiful girl from Sarajevo. God, was smitten. I spent money like it was nothing. I was at the bars with her all night; I was always coming in late for work. Finally she broke my heart like I didn't know it was possible to be broken. I committed suicide, wound up in a mental ward and was fired from my job. The upside is that my wife and I got back together. We've been married for 23 years.

Not long after that she married a guy, a young guy. A girl that age is ultimately going to want a strong young man closer to her age. It's nature.

I say, why complicate your life? I say no.