The DM is known for it’s click-baiting. It's very misleading and unfair:
The article is by a woman who describes herself as a “love coach and therapist” giving dating advice.
Here’s the piece with the paywall removed:
archive.is/20260603121841/https://www.dailymail.com/lifestyle/love-sex/article-15870157/LUCY-CAVENDISH-60-dating-men-women.html#selection-555.0-583.93
Starts:
When I walked down the aisle for the first time at the age of 50 nearly a decade ago now, I thought I’d won the love lottery. No more dating. No more nights wondering if I was ever going to meet someone. As a single mother of four, I gratefully welcomed the end of managing holidays by myself, carting children around the globe plus endless luggage. The sense that I would actually end my days with this person was such a relief, I almost fainted. Now, I realise, I was wrapped up in a fairy tale, hopelessly in love with a man eight years my senior who could never truly love me back. Indeed, the best way of putting it is that there were three of us in the marriage. By 54, I was divorced. And, as I turn 60 later this year, it occurs to me how wildly differently I feel about love now. These last ten years have taught me some very hard lessons. I have endured some serious knocks. But from each one I’ve learned something invaluable about men, love, fidelity and compromise. I’ve spent a fortune on therapy – and I’ve even trained to be a relationship counsellor myself. This means I’m entering my 60s feeling more clear-sighted and, yes, hopeful than ever before.
Advice No.1: Do not ignore red flags
I have always been a romantic. I would whirl around, giddy in love, saying ‘I’m going to marry him’ after date number two. Indeed, I thought I was going to marry all of my exes.
The behaviours she describes are more to do with her rushing into relationships with men with whom she was never compatible e.g.
I’ve spent so many years putting other people’s wishes ahead of my own. For example, my ex-husband was mad keen on boating holidays so instead of saying I’d rather sit on a sun lounger in the South of France, I spent countless weekends on a freezing, spider-infested narrowboat.
No evidence at all that he was a sponger, a cheat or a liar. He just liked narrowboats.
