OK, I admit it. I have been in the dating zoo for a while -- with a certain lack of enthusiasm and a fair share of ambivalence. You know how it is. I love being single, but wouldn't mind dating. And like many others I was too cheap to pay for some websites that promise that you will finally find the missing half of yourself (I personally haven't lost any piece of me).
While sitting at brunch last weekend with four of my closest girlfriends, after exhausting topics of conversation ranging from which parts of our body we'd had laser hair removal on -- and which ones we still wanted to -- to all manner of family drama and new job prospects, talk of course turned to dating.
I'm going out on a limb here: I think Jerry Hall is marrying for love. I would imagine that Rupert Murdoch enjoys being with her, respects her, doesn't wish she were younger, and seems genuinely happy and delighted every day that he is lucky enough to be with her. Which would all be unusual feelings while dating in one's 50s.