The Sexy And The Old

Once upon a time, in a little pink room, there’s a girl of twenty-something who just fell in love. Somewhere across town, in a large leather couch with his wife next door, there’s a slightly older man who just bumped into love. When life crosses the path of temptation how are we supposed to acknowledge one of the older mistakes of girlkind – they have the voice, the money, the style, the experience, the free painkillers, the slow competition - Are used men better than the new ones? Is there really an advantage in vintage style? In a world where little blue pills take the lead on the Bart-Simpson’s-socks-kind-of-guy, are there any given compensations for a girl of twenty-something to hit it off with a guy of fifty-something? Is it possible that we have just found a whole new market in town? Maybe what we are looking for are fairy tales of the past generation, someone who can give time and comfort and maybe, just maybe, someone who knows a little better – or at least someone who just isn’t dying (at least) to get into your pants! Is it possible to take back time and date with our father’s generation? Is incest the new hit relationship or isn’t any hope in hoping? Are we becoming so desperate that Old just became the new New?