Flattered, but... ewwwww

I understand that some people manage to make relationships work between individuals who are vastly different in age. Personally, I prefer the 5 year-rule - and obviously I prefer Tony, but others are good up to 20 years. Fine, that's great for them. The man who asked me to dinner this evening was more than twice my age. Seriously, older than my father, but not quite grandfather material. (still quite scary) We're talking at least 40 years my senior.

He asked if I was ever available for dinner and (stupid, naive Julie) I asked, "to play or to go out?" Dum, dah-dum-dum! He just chuckled in his old-man-way and said, "To join me." (EEEEEK!)

Now granted, the function I was playing at was one at which the guests were all at least millionaires, so it would have been a viable option had he not been quite as old and I not already been spoken for. But seriously! SERIOUSLY! ewwwwww....