Even if I had a steaming hot body and a face that stopped traffic when I was 42, I wouldn’t have wanted to marry a 27-year-old guy. I would have worried that he’d be less attracted to me when I was approaching FOF and he was 35, that he might want children someday, and that he’d be ready to party when I was ready to turn in for the night.
Or, maybe I’d be so wrapped up in this younger man, I’d be incapable of making a wise decision.
Then again, if the young man and I were both big celebrities, there’s no telling what I’d be thinking or doing, because celebrities don’t think or act the way the rest of us do.
When Ashton Kutcher was taking a romp in the hay recently with 22-year-old Sara Leal, he reportedly told her he enjoys things like that because he’s an actor 90 percent of the time and it’s fake. He said it’s nice to have moments that are real. “I’m here now and you’re here now, enjoying it,” he reportedly told his playmate.
So many celebrities are pathetic creatures. They make me realize how lucky I am being obscure.