Julien is in his sixties, but that doesn’t stop him from seeing a woman in her twenties. It doesn’t work socially and he knows it. But he doesn’t care.
“If the world reads this, they’ll kill me,” says our man, whom we met in the middle of summer, on the eve of his vacation. “But it’s my life, I like it: I like beautiful young women,” he insists. For good reason: “A girl in her twenties is a bud that has just blossomed, she’s at her most beautiful. It’s like opening a present…”
We certainly cannot reproach him for his political correctness. He does not hide the fact that a woman of 40 or 50 does not have the same brilliance: “Women of 40 and over, I am not interested…”
With his short grey hair and clean-shaven beard, our sixty-year-old interlocutor is not a lady-killer. In fact, he led an uneventful life for a long time. That is to say: an adolescence spent having fun, several short-term girlfriends, before meeting the mother of his children and settling down at the age of 30.
In bed? “Fair “, he sums up soberly. “No more, no less, nothing extraordinary, but not the desert either. I was getting used to it.” Madame less, obviously, since she ended up leaving him, after 10 years of relationship. We will not know exactly why, but Julien never digested it. He will return to the subject several times, during our express and hasty interview, where he will never seem to find his ease.
It must be said that since his last and youthful adventures, Julien has not made only friends. His family has more or less blocked him, and he has lost count of the reprimands, like: “You should find someone your own age.” Nevertheless, a handful of accomplices congratulate him: “Enjoy!”, they whisper to him.
The end of my marriage was a real breakup. […] If it’s going to be like that, I’m going to have fun. […] It is no longer the social code that will govern my life.
Julien, sixty years old
Once separated, he actually decides to “bite” into life. His forties are also a “beautiful period”: “Everything was going well, I was in full possession of my means, I was traveling…” Speaking of means, we can guess from hearing him tell himself that Julien does not lack them. He travels the world, goes out a lot, enjoys life to the fullest and, of course, women. “I’ve had a hundred relationships in my life, I haven’t counted them all, my memory is failing me…”, he smiles here.
It was finally around his mid-fifties, with the arrival of dating apps, that he met a more significant one, and above all one who was more than 30 years younger than him. Here we are.
“She was 18,” he continues. “What am I doing here?” It must be said that from the very first evening, and in his car, they “consummated the thing.” His doubts are, however, short-lived. “Stop racking your brains and have fun,” his brother advises him. Advice received. And adopted. But be careful, Julien specifies: “She was not a lonely virgin. She was running around. She saw a lot of older men. She was very sexually active. A nymphomaniac.”
Bonus: “She was a really beautiful girl.”
Their relationship has lasted more than 10 years. Not exclusively, it should be noted, since the wife goes to have fun elsewhere every week that Julien has custody of his children. “I’m not jealous,” he assures us, “and that’s what has preserved the relationship. Who am I to tell an 18, 20, 22 year old girl how to live her life?”
He has only good words for their story: “Always fun, always in pleasure, we went out every evening. We wandered. A rolling fire.”
And then, in all honesty, he adds: “I had the means. Of course, she wouldn’t have gone with a guy with no income, I understood the dynamic. She never took a penny out of her pocket. At 18, I didn’t have a penny either. You have to be realistic: if you’re in the top 10%, you’re not going to ask someone on minimum wage to pay!”
And what about their privacy?
It was always fun. I was with women my own age, and [au lit] It’s way too serious. With her, it was always fun and enjoyable.
Julien, sixty years old
“The twenties, that’s what I like,” he adds. “Without worries, not in the past, we live in the present, we don’t worry about the future. We’re just here to have fun.”
Together, they “tried everything”. Except “threesomes”, and not too much swinging either. It must be said that they tried the experience, without success. “She was very beautiful, she found the world not beautiful. When you are a beauty, you can laugh at others…”
However, over the years, the “flame” ended up going out and so did their story.
No, he wasn’t too disappointed: “I felt a relationship burnout. You have to be realistic,” he repeats. No matter, less than a year later, Julien met another woman, a new “beauty”, 19 years old this time, therefore 40 years younger than him. “That’s a real kick, huh?” New clarification: “I didn’t feel guilty because she was seeing older guys. It makes me feel less guilty…”, he hastens to point out.
It’s been almost five years. They live together. They make love “continuously”, and “several times a day”. Does he take Viagra? “Honestly, I don’t need it. And that’s what I tell my friends who have problems. Change partners! You’ll see, your erectile problem will be solved!” he smiles even more.
Anticipating our questions, he confirms: “I definitely make her live: money attracts beauty, beauty attracts money!” But don’t go calling him a “Sugar Daddy.” As soon as we dare to use the expression, Julien gets offended. “A Sugar Daddy doesn’t have an emotional relationship, it’s not a relationship. I live with her! It’s my main relationship!”
He is happy, he claims, and he especially loves his lifestyle. “She is a girl who has a lot of free time, and I have all the time in the world.” The reason: Julien is retired. One day, he suspects, she will want children. But he is not afraid of that. “I don’t live in the future. I take responsibility for my present,” he philosophizes.
No, this new relationship has not improved his relations with his family. But Julien has come to terms with it. “It’s the price to pay,” he concludes, before rushing off. “There’s a price for everything…”
* Fictitious first name, to protect anonymity