Its badly written shit. I looked at it, read the headline "Relations with Roger Progress, but does the Sex Rise to the Occasion? We ended up in bed, but giggling as we kept throwing out cushions, and the dog came in to have a look and had to be evicted, making us giggly again". Its like she only has a choice of one adjective, check safety-catch Guardian reader codewords of "cushion" and "dog" to make it sound less sleazy and don't bother writing proper sentences.
I actually find all this woe is me, my best is past me, stuff playing to a stereotype. In reality, I know several female friends who have met genuinely nice and kind (and good looking) younger men after divorce.
"His home was actually part of a house, a small flat" - gosh, so its a flat in a sub-divided house. How comment-worthy.
"I was leaning against a worktop in his kitchen as he scissored the ends off green beans, as he half withdrew the chicken to put rosemary and sea salt on it."
"I was half-dozing when I heard the main door opening and closing. It was Roger’s son, calling out – “Dad?” Roger dressed swiftly and went into the hall, and had a conversation with him about the day, and didn’t say anything about me, the woman in his bed."
Err, no. Presumably he doesn't want to introduce his son to a woman he has just failed to shag and is lying on his bed half naked? How odd is this woman?
Wtf does the silly cow do online dating anyway and not do some sport or pastime, which would help her meet normal people and maybe help her do something other than moan about the size of her thighs? Some things never change - shagging anyone that will have you was never a good idea when you were young if you wanted to meet a "nice man", and it still isn't when you're older.