Lois And Clark

Lois And Clark By Wayne and Tamara I am an 18-year-old woman madly infatuated with my boyfriend, 26. We met in an unorthodox way. I’m casually walking around 42nd Street in Manhattan, when he spots me and decides to talk. We clicked instantly, like magic straight out of a fairy story. The rest is history. We were incredibly shocked at each other’s answer to the question “How old are you?” Twenty-six would have been my last guess! Eventually our age gap began to bother him. He hated going somewhere an ID must be shown, always fearing the bouncer wouldn’t let me in and our night would be ruined. I can’t say I blame him. I started to feel a little young around his friends, seeing how they all looked at me sideways. But my boyfriend is like…like…my personal Superman, and our fights never turn as ugly or rowdy as the average New York couple. He treats everyone with respect. The only thing that bothers me is what bothers him, and what bothers him is my lack of years on the planet. Panic surrounds me when I try to find an excuse as to why our ages shouldn’t matter. How do I make my man happy if what causes him stress is something that’s part of me? Rhiannon Rhiannon, your Superman may be faster than a speeding bullet and able to leap tall buildings at a single bound, but he lacks the power to change you from 18 to 21. Your age is his kryptonite, and as fans of the comic book know, the longer Superman is exposed to kryptonite, the weaker he grows. As he goes to clubs, hangs out with his buds, or meets other women, your age will wear on him. You may find some ways around that, but there are limits to how many times he will want to sit around with you at the movies. In two years he’ll be on the cusp of 30, and you still won’t be able to go into bars with him. Age, like kryptonite, has properties. For the young, a year or two can be a gulf or a canyon; only when we grow older does the gap begin to close. No one can change that, not even Superman. Wayne & Tamara Never Too Old I am in my mid-30s. I recently went out with a man I met at work who is the superintendent in the next building. He seemed very attracted to me. He told me he wasn’t married, and I thought he was in his mid-50s. I found out he is married and a remarkably fit 71. I was so upset. The age thing bothers me, but not as much as being married. If I had kept going out with him who knows what could have happened. Maybe his wife would have called me. I would not have liked to deal with that. I told him what he did was wrong, and I don’t mess around with married people. He suggested we could stay friends, but I told him after what he did I do not want to be his friend. My question is, why do men in their 70s still cheat? Celeste Celeste, a man cheats in his 70s for the same reason he cheats at any other age. He lacks character. When we run into people who lack character, we have a dual role. First, to protect ourselves, which you did, and second, to protect others. There are at least two reasons why he wants to remain friends with you. Staying friends gives him additional time to weaken your defenses, and it makes you less likely to tell others about his deceptions. But if you tell your coworkers, it may protect another woman from being caught in a compromising situation with a 71-year-old married man who wants to see if Viagra works. Wayne & Tamara