Midlife Melody
Who said finding love past 40 was so hard?
Spencer Everlong is supposedly reformed, but I’ll believe that when I see it. A hard-rocking bad boy, he’s lived a tabloid editor’s wet dream. Now, this rocker turned producer is launching my daughter’s music career, and he’s determined to show me he can be a normal guy.
As it turns out, he’s everything I’ve never found in a man. He’s charming and genuine, devilishly handsome, and — what’s more — he really seems to like me for me. No matter how much my new sweetheart may have changed, however, his past is still his past.
Between the media buzz and his toxic “fans,” I’m starting to think I don’t have the disposition for a celebrity boyfriend. I like my quiet, drama-free life. Besides, I’m too old to date a rock star, even if he is older than I am.
This is ridiculous. We’re obviously mismatched, and the cons almost certainly outweigh the pros. I ought to think logically about the whole thing before it goes too far.
But, all things considered, I’m starting to think this midlife melody might be worth the hassle.