As I’ve said before, what you see these days is rarely what you get.

Take Mel Gibson, 59 and Rosalind Ross, 24.

To most, they probably look like father and daughter out for lunch.

To me, it’s gotta be his wife or lover.

How do I know this?

For one thing, I’m used to seeing vast age differences in relationships, so there’s that.

But it’s also his presence: confidence, worldliness, wealth.

He’s also handsome, and obviously wears whatever the hell he wants in the middle of the day on a Tuesday afternoon or whatever.

If he were random tool in golfing attire and by all appearances, scoliosis, I might be of a different opinion.

Some things just tell a story all by themselves.

On a related note, I’m thrilled to report that you front desk guys at the better hotels are finally getting the hang of it.

The last thing a man wants to hear when bringing his girlfriend to a Ritz-Carlton for a weekend getaway is “would you and your daughter like 2 Queens?”

As for Mr. Gibson the man, no comment.