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Publicado: Monday 27 de April de 2026, 11:15

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Teenage girls flirt with older men - but only because boys are hideous. When I was 15 I was infatuated with a guy who was old enough to be my father. When he lost his virginity, I was still in nappies.

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When I handed in my first school project, on 'My Favourite Tree', he was finishing his degree and while my social life was revolving around Coca-Cola and watching My Girl, he was already well into adulthood. The same sort of differences must apply in 18-year-old Elizabeth Jagger's new friendship with 44-year-old Canadian actor Michael Wincott. The pair deny a romance (of course) but her father, Mick, is reportedly seething. At 18, Elizabeth is over the age of consent and ready to make her own romantic decisions - but a 26-year age gap still has a strange ring to it. Flirting across this divide might seem like a game to her, so perhaps Wincott should be careful not to take her too seriously. In my case, the one time that 'my' older guy did make a pass at me I ran a mile. The main attraction was that I absolutely couldn't have him and it turned out that I didn't really want him anyway. It was around the age of 13 that my friends and I discovered we had a curious power over truck drivers. In retrospect, our experimentation with mini-skirts, high heels and blouses with missing buttons was a little risky, but having been invisible children for as long as we could remember, we were excited at suddenly being the objects of attention. We enjoyed having the power to inspire nervous looks in male teachers and instigate different levels of mayhem depending on what we were wearing, but it was a way of exerting independence and not anything to do with sex itself. It may be hard for men to understand, but we wanted to be liked by older men without being mauled by them. Every Saturday night became a scramble of tight dresses, seven-inch heels and Wonderbras. We'd spend hours laughing over fake IDs in pubs without actually having the money to buy a drink and then descend towards random clubs in packs, tottering in far too early and spending most of the night giggling in a toilet. Before I discovered older men, the teenage boys we hung around with looked like ill species of just-born aliens, not quite men but too ugly and bumpy-faced to still be children. Therefore I considered it completely justifiable to be infatuated with people twice my age. Young girls do sometimes look precociously sexual and I can see how adults might see this teasing behaviour as provocative, but it's disproportionate to assume that a short skirt is meant as an invitation. Talking to teenage boys was like talking to a wall. They were too stoned to make conversation and all they wanted to do was grope you. Being attracted to older men was merely a way of testing the ground with people who used words of more than two syllables. Flirting with older men was also considered bad behaviour, which made it all the more appealing and although I feel inordinately sorry for the average man in an average bar, speaking to an average group of girls who turn out to average out at the age of 14, it's not as if they complained. You only have to look at the massive nationwide success of the School Disco club nights to see that men aren't averse to schoolgirls. I don't regret my interest in older men, it was all in the name of fun and games, but I do feel bad about anyone I confused along the way. There was my first boyfriend, who was 18 and almost had a fit when he learnt I was 14, and there was a perfectly nice guy in a club who asked me if I'd like to come home with him. Instead of smiling politely and declining, I said: 'Eeew, that's disgusting!' - and, assuming he still believed I was 18, he might have been quite hurt by my response. I can't talk for all teenage girls, but for me it was just like playing dressing-up and I certainly never wanted to sleep with the men I fancied. On the other hand I don't think I've ever dated a man my own age, so perhaps old habits die hard. · Anna Stothard's novel, Isabel and Rocco, is published by Arrow this April, price £6.99. This is the archive of The Observer up until 21/04/2025. The Observer is now owned and operated by Tortoise Media.