Cruising along the Amalfi Coast in your vintage E-Type Jag, with a 22 year-old Brazilian supermodel in the passenger seat.
Attending charity dinners and making public appearances at universities, where you win over the crowd with your humble charm, but secretly despair at the youth of today.
You spend your 70's amassing the world's largest collection of eccentric, antique pipes, and your 80's finding exotic things to fill them with.
In a "white picket fence" house just outside of L.A. where you spend your days teaching your grandkids the difference between a Nicaraguan and a Cuban cigar, and convincing your loving wife that her impressive bouquet of crows feet actually makes her look even more beautiful, if that were ever possible.
In the family villa, where you dedicate one wing to your adoring trophy wife, and the other to your vast array of fitness equipment. There is no way Gravity is getting its saggy hands on you!
Impressing your lady by taking her for a test flight in your vintage B-17 while you listen to her coo about how they should have chosen you to play Maverick instead of that pretty boy from Rain Man.
"Date? I don’t need to date! My sophisticated charisma and engorged pocket book make the ladies flock to me faster than schoolgirls to a Marc Jacobs sample sale."
You whisk your lady away to a remote Irish distillery, where you occupy yourself sampling whiskies and impressing your lady with intelligent comments like “Hmm, Yes, yes, the smoothness is extraordinary. Must be the lack of peat used in the malting process, as opposed to whiskies of the Scottish variety.”
You woo your lady with a lovingly home-cooked meal and top off the evening by writing her name into the code of your new software.
Throw her on the back of your motorcycle and take her to a secluded spot where you can do it like the good old days, if you know what I mean...
Never Mind the B******s, Here’s the Sex Pistols: A textbook rebel.
“Nothing But the Best” by Frank Sinatra: a velvet-tongued charmer.
"Rocky's Theme" by Bill Conti: A pumped-up anthem!
"This is Tom Jones" by Tom Jones: It's a panty avalanche!
"Adagio for Strings" by Samuel Barber: Gentle and subtle, yet astoundingly complex.