And that an increasing number are willing to go beyond the fantasy and actually do something about it.
Many of the newly retired men I meet are content with their comfy slippers just as their wives are bursting forth with a post-menopausal, post-empty nest lease of life, taking on new challenges and seeing the next stage as something to look forward to rather than the slippery slope into dotage.
So it’s not surprising if more and more middle-aged women hanker, a little wistfully, after younger men.
Because while it’s one thing to swoon over the six-packs of Aidan Turner in Poldark, James Norton in War And Peace and Tom Hiddleston (aka Hiddlebum) in The Night Manager, it would be quite another to invite one of them, or any young man, into our beds. But then much younger men have never really been my thing.
The three years I have on my partner is quite enough, thank you.
It puts those ‘real men’ who still hold doors for women and wouldn’t dream of their date paying the bill under threat as never before.