I’m 64, he’s 23.

Before you call me a cougar because of my age, just remember you’re doing it because I’m a woman. Men are players. I was in love with this man. It was real.

Well friends, I’ve never shared this story with a soul. Not because I’m embarrassed. I’m actually not. The age difference is extreme. I know, but I’m gonna go out of my way not to reveal this man’s identity that I’m gonna tell you about. We were together for a year.

There are no photos of us together. I really wanted it to be private for once in my life. I know that sounds funny coming from me. I don’t seek out younger men. Guys my age never ask me out, and I mean never ask me out. Guys my age, at least in Los Angeles, who have all the “things” that I have, feel threatened by me, or at least they’ve told me so (to my face) and they would prefer to date someone who is young and plastic, and is usually named Svetlana :)

I didn’t meet my man on the apps. Don’t be ridiculous. I’m Kathy Griffin. I’m not going on the f*cking apps. It just happened. We met through one frie…