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IT HAPPENED TO ME: I’m Dating a Guy Almost 20 Years Younger Than Me
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Not to mention that he was incredibly sexy in a George-Clooney-cum-Colin-Firth way. In a way, Pierre, with all of his 51 years, taught me what it felt like to be in a real, functioning, and healthy relationship. One thing naturally led to another, and next thing I know we were kissing each other goodnight. I saw him the next day. Two weeks following that, he brought me to Rome on a business trip. And we did things that all normal couples did. We went out to dinner, watched movies, texted each other all day long, and, of course, had great sex, especially in the beginning of the relationship.