This is definitely the story of my almost-61-year-old life. Whenever a woman smiles in my direction, there is always a good-looking guy standing behind me. It has been less noticeable since I met my wife (in person) on November 10, 2000, when I was 39 years old, perhaps because of my attentiveness to her and my not caring about other women. (I wed for the first and only time on February 4, 2006, which was 22 days before my 45th birthday.)
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