Not sure that I can remember the first, but I finally got back into a consistent reading habit this year and boy! There sure have been a lot of trash male love interests in some of these books. It might be a three-way tie between the men of Cleopatra and Frankenstein, Like Water for Chocolate, and A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers. In 2024 I need to source stories with better romances. Or stick to non-fiction about political economy, it’ll be less disappointing
But those decrepit hags of the same vintage just don’t understand poor sensitive writers! They definitely need a nubile old soul, not a rigid old nag /j