The Mail and other papers were full of the shock horror revelations last week about how the 60+ age grouip is leading the trend to divorce – off to hell in a handcart.  The papers do of course, place much of the blame on the ease by which the senior crowd can flirt and date on the internet and hang out on sites like loving links where they can 'window shop' on available partners who want more from their lives than the W.I or the golf course.  Apparently there are thousands of marriages out there where couples live in boring, celibate loveless lives but never used to have a market to date in.  So how does this gell with our experience of LL daters.

Well, certainly we get plenty of users in their late middle age many of whom missed out on the freelove of the 60's because they married early and now thanks to fitness gyms, plastic surgeons and lifestyle pharmaceuticals are out there and raring to go.  I had a couple of these 'silver shaggers' last week who came to join up on our Links Gold service – the guy was mid 60's and she was probably a tad older but looked good.  Neither wanted divorce but would probably have looked more seriously at doing so if we didnt hold out a glimmer of hope for them.

It is my guess that these divorcing seniors are flirting as 'pretend singles' on mature singles dating sites and then get a bit carried away by the sweetie shop feel of online dating, people who come to sites like loving links are probably more committed to their marriage.

There you are, sitting at your work station having a pause from the markets, flirting on your Blackberry with a girl you had met online.  You are momentarily distracted thinking of all the nice things you are going to do with her/to her.  Something flickers on your screen but the girl had just made a provocative retort that sent a tremor thru you nether regions.  The screen flicker passes and you resume the seduction.  The screen flashes again and you pay it some attention – Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! a client has just lost a bundle of dosh when you werent looking, still its not the end of the world you can finesse that if necessary.  Pussy, you think, can be very distracting at important moments.    Imagine then how poor Conrad Murray is feeling – he of the Michael Jackson Medical corps – taking his eye off the ball whilst flirting with a cocktail waitress.  I bet his erection subsided pretty quickly when Michael croaked.

Funny, isnt it how cocktail waitesses are always involved = be it Tiger Woods or Conrad Murray . What is about them that so tantalises the American male?  We don't get so giddy with barmaids over here.  Is it that an American cocktail waitress is always a wannbe actress filling in time between castings rather than a overstretched single mum trying to make a few quid pulling pints in her local to top up her benefits?   Is it the seduction of the plate of olives and smoked almonds sashayed over to you as opposed to the bag of pork scratchings slung across the bar counter?  Whatever it is, the cocktail waitress is obviously an iconic creature that has brought many a great man his knees.