I saw this man and young girl, well (relatively younger than him ) today when I was waiting for the bus. It was very obvious that she was paid to have sex with him. Her clothes, crumpled and creased and her hair unbound and loose. He was carrying a smile of the self satisfied. And odd enough, the first emotion I felt was sympathy
Sympathy, because, she so young, should have love. Not just sex.
Sympathy because, he so old, had to buy the affection he craved.

And there was this moment when they were holding hands and the girl was giggling, that I was reminded of first love.