By Helena Bachmann Milligan
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
When Helena Bachmann Milligan found herself divorced at 48, she never thought she'd remarry a younger man. Love, she says, can mean never having to say, "But I'm too old for him!"
(WOMENSENEWS)-- In 1967, when the movie "The Graduate" came out I was in the 7th grade. I didn't see it, but in those days 13-year-olds were still pretty innocent so I probably would not have understood the notion of the middle-aged Mrs. Robinson seducing a much younger man.
Little did I know then that one day I too would become involved with a younger man. Oh, what a difference a mere four decades make!
The bumpy road from the innocence of youth to the reckless foolishness of maturity passed through a 24-year marriage and four children. At 48 I was divorced, vowing never to tie the knot again. Talk about best-laid plans going awry!
In the summer of 2002 I was shopping online and stumbled upon an Internet store that sold just the item I was looking for: a painted porcelain egg for my china collection. I purchased it.
That should have been the end of the transaction, but for some mysterious reason that I attribute to the twist of fate, the shop's owner, Bob, and I started to "chat" by e-mail and on Instant Messenger. I was in Geneva, Switzerland, and he in Pennsylvania. After a while our idle, tongue-in-cheek chats morphed into heart-to-heart talks, and then into hours-long phone calls. Fortunately, we both had good long-distance plans.
We had not, at that time, met face to face yet, but there was an almost palpable connection between us, a bond that defies logic. It was as though a powerful magnet was pulling us toward each other.
Our budding romance suffered a temporary setback when I found out, to my utter dismay, that Bob was--GASP--15 years my junior.
I panicked; he patiently stood by me while my brain went into overdrive. When I am 60, I franti