While I worry that he'd prefer a woman whose body hasn't been quite so affected by gravity, he tells me many times a day how beautiful I am — even when I know I am not at my prettiest.
Because he is on TV a lot and quite well-known in Tunisia, he's always had girls throwing themselves at him (and still does). He tells me that of the hundreds of women he's met, he's never met anyone like me. It's precisely my experience and my different perspective on life that makes me interesting to him.
Based on the scant information I saw, I couldn't devise any calculation that would get him out of his 20s.
I was already two decades past that, so the age difference took him off the romantic-possibility table in my mind.
Risk is relative and personal, and sometimes, the socially mandated choices are the most hazardous of all.