At 18, Elizabeth is over the age of consent and ready to make her own romantic decisions - but a year age gap still has a strange ring to it. On the other hand I don't think I've ever dated a man my own age, so perhaps old habits die hard.
The main attraction was that I absolutely couldn't have him and it turned out that I didn't really want him anyway. Therefore I considered it completely justifiable to be infatuated with people twice my age. I can't talk for all teenage girls, but for me it was just like playing dressing-up and I certainly never wanted to sleep with the men I fancied.
In my case, the one time that 'my' older guy did make a pass at me I ran a mile. We enjoyed having the power to inspire nervous looks in male teachers and instigate different levels of mayhem depending on what we were wearing, but it was a way of exerting independence and not anything to do with sex itself.
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The same sort of differences must apply in year-old Elizabeth Jagger's new friendship with year-old Canadian actor Michael Wincott. We'd spend hours laughing over fake IDs in pubs without actually having the money to buy a drink and then descend towards random clubs in packs, tottering in far too early and spending most of the night giggling in a toilet.
I don't regret my interest in older men; it was all in the name of fun and games, but I do feel bad about anyone I confused along the way. Sun 9 Feb Topics Culture The Observer.
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Before I discovered older men, the teenage boys we hung around with looked like ill species of just-born aliens, not quite men but too ugly and bumpy-faced to still be children. It may be hard for men to understand, but we wanted to be liked by older men without being mauled by them.
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In retrospect, our experimentation with mini-skirts, high heels and blouses with missing buttons was a little risky, but having been invisible children for as long as we could remember, we were excited at suddenly being the objects of attention. Anna Stothard, recalling her days of tottering in heels, says that age-gap attraction is merely a way of testing the water. Anna Stothard.
Talking to teenage boys was like talking to a wall.
When I was 15 I was infatuated with a guy who was old enough to be my father. When he lost his virginity, I was still in nappies.
Flirting with older men was also considered bad behaviour, which made it all the more appealing and although I feel inordinately sorry for the average man in an average bar, speaking to an average group of girls who turn out to average out at the age of 14, it's not as if they complained. There was my first boyfriend, who was 18 and almost had a fit when he learnt I was 14, and there was a perfectly nice guy in a club who asked me if I'd like to come home with him.
It was around the age of 13 that my friends and I discovered we had a curious power over truck drivers. Instead of smiling politely and declining, I said: 'Eeew, that's disgusting!
The pair deny a romance of course but her father, Mick, is reportedly seething. Flirting across this divide might seem like a game to her, so perhaps Wincott should be careful not to take her too seriously. Being attracted to older men was merely a way of testing the ground with people who used words of more than two syllables.
When I handed in my first school project, on 'My Favourite Tree', he was finishing his degree and while my social life was revolving around Coca-Cola and watching My Girl, he was already well into adulthood. Young girls do sometimes look precociously sexual and I can see how adults might see this teasing behaviour as provocative, but it's disproportionate to assume that a short skirt is meant as an invitation. Every Saturday night became a scramble of tight dresses, seven-inch heels and Wonderbras.