Young men are like cute puppy dogs – they jump all over you with their tongues hanging out, they’re fascinated by their own winkies…and us girls love ‘em!

No prizes for guessing that I’m currently ‘enjoying the company’ of a chap a chunk of years younger. Not a scandalous amount mind – I’ve never been mistaken for his Mum, people don’t ask me how he’s getting on at school or anything like that, oh no – but it’s enough to raise the occasional eyebrow amongst my chums.

“Bore off” to those idiots though, because let me tell you, I’m having a cracking time.

I simply adore the way he is unblemished by the misery and doom of past relationships – he just dives in without restraint (so to speak!), he doesn’t use the ‘three day rule’ he just buzzes me up whenever he fancies, he tells me over and over how much I ‘rock his flock’ without fear that he may be being a smidge full-on and I never have to sit by the blower wondering whether he’ll call.

As you can imagine, the younger gent is not as well furnished with pennies as a man of more substantial years, but the joy of this is that he finds really cute things for us to do together. The other week he bought a book called ‘Secret London’ and we spent a whole weekend just wandering around discovering all these lovely unseen places. Perfect. Last weekend he made a delicious picnic and we set off to the nearest park…ok ok, so it’s January, this may have seemed daft, and to be honest, it was – we froze our knackers off – but that’s not the point; it’s the romance that counts.

And of course the most fabulous thing about my lovely fresh banana (it sounds better than ‘my toyboy’, right?) is the amount of stamina he has! By cripes, I haven’t had a full nights kip since we first met. And believe me, I’m not complaining.

Now you mustn’t think I’ve gone soft in the noggin. I’m well aware that for all his good points gents in their younger years are notoriously fickle and that his head will doubtless soon be turned by a more sprightly chicken. But this is just as fine as paint with me. His boisterous and eager nature is dandy for a while, but it would, ultimately, become tedious – like an initially funny joke, told over and over again, until you’d lock your own ears in a freezer rather than hear it once more.

So, for all the fun I’m having I would never call him my ‘boyfriend’….but then again, have you ever known me to tie myself to one man? No way Jose! I’m just having too much darned fun with this flirting lark!

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