Imagine you are a 38-year-old single mom that seems to attract guys in their late 20s. Imagine learning the greatest control, the diplomacy of giving advice, monastic flirtation avoidance, and the art of passing notes to young gazelles in behalf of the twenty-something guys. It's not that bad. It's not. Now convince yourself that this may be your calling for the rest of your life because you've had your turn. Three times around.