But Seth*, a beautiful guy from my gym kept talking to me.
For a year, I would often give him advice about the girls he was dating, and we'd have long talks about psychology and spirituality.
I was 36 at the time, hosting a show on the Financial News Network (now CNBC).
He was a gorgeous 22-year-old, fresh out of college, and related to the groom.
At first, I thought he felt sorry for me, sitting alone with the older women, but he kept dancing with me.
She told Ryan I had a boyfriend in the Mafia who would kill him. We saw each other for about a month, but ultimately I felt so guilty and shame-ridden that I broke it off.
We've picked up a lot of habits (some bad and some good), but you're not about to change them. This isn't our first time at the vagina rodeo, if you know what I mean.
I was sitting by myself at a rehearsal dinner in Vermont, newly single, when my life changed forever.
Many people have asked me how I've wound up getting involved with men in their 20s and 30s.
I've never gone out hunting for younger guys, and I don't go to clubs or bars, so over the years, many of the men I dated were members of my gym.
I thought of myself as his mentor; never in my wildest dreams did I think he would fall for me. I've never said that to a woman before." I was so moved by his sincerity that I went uncharacteristically mute.