There are celebs who get hitched—or hook up—at ages that seem stratospheric. And then there are “real people”, ie names not lit up in neon, who also find love—or, let’s face it, lust—in the autumn of their lives. Quietly. I can hear faint shouts of “Not autumn!” so let’s amend that to late summer.

Fact is, whether you’re flirting at 40, feisty at 50, or sexting at 60, you’re someone for whom being single hasn’t lost its tingle. And as one who is nearing the Six Oh, I can say that if you have a spring in your step, then summer and autumn don’t matter. Let me say at this point that “sexting” is kind of an euphemism. Our texts are fairly innocuous. It’s not so much what is said, as how it is said, that matters.