We did a cabaret show together back when we were younger. He was 29. I was 42. And we were both married at the time. He called me up twenty years later when he was passing through my town. We'd both gotten divorced. After we met for drinks, he leaned down and kissed me, and said: 'I wanted to do that 20 years ago.' Then a semi-automatic drove by and honked the horn, I swear to God. It was all very exciting. I mean, I was a grandmother! So on our second date, I said: 'Before we order, I just want to let you know that I want to go to bed with you.' Then I took him home and we didn't leave for three days.