Barred,  Middle Ages

Once you hit 40, you forget to button your shirt up all the way.

[F]emme fatale and twice-divorced grandma Jane Scher, 58, has a pretty good batting average during her four times per week visits here; she’s met three guys she’s dated “but no one I fell in love with. All my friends mingle here, but the girls — I’m talking women in their 50s — are loose.”

Well…hello! When first conceiving my middle-aged mission, this is not what I had in mind at all. Sure, I suspected the Upper East Side would be more fertile than most parts of Brooklyn, and this is a bonanza. The glaring question remains, though–who’s going with me to Arlington Club?

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