As a young woman, I used to watch him reporting on current affairs from around the world. He was a good TV journalist, but I was even more interested in the fact that he was oh, so handsome.
I was married, with young kids. My husband was a professional fisherman. We didn't mix with TV people, even those based in Australia. The handsome current affairs reporter was far from my reality; just someone very watchable when he appeared onscreen.
This evening, after a New Year's gathering with friends, he hugged me goodbye, kissed me on both cheeks and wished me a very happy new year.
So did his wife.
They live next door to one of my best friends, and I've attended many social events in their company over the last fifteen years or so.
They are a vibrant couple, physically and mentally fit; hard to credit their chronological age. He's still nice-looking for a man of nearly 80, though hardly a sex symbol any more. He says that his long-ago years in television are like another life.
He knows that I — like many others — used to watch him way back then. The fact that I once thought he was the most gorgeous thing on two legs ... well, that's my little secret.
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