Playboy founder dumped at the altar

Whatever happened to true love? Especially the kind that comes embellished with the age-no-bar suffix?

Poster child for nuptials and most wanted bedmate of the century (the last two centuries, actually) Hugh Hefner finds himself with a runaway bride situation as his playmate fiancée Crystal Harris, young enough to be his great, great granddaughter, has reportedly left him at the altar, crying into his monogrammed handkerchief (I can say diaper, but people usually don't cry into them) just two days before the two were to exchange vows of till-death-do-us-part.

Hefner, known for his rabid hatred of the limelight, took to Twitter to break the sad news.

Harris, wannabe missus till yesterday, has nixed rumours she stepped out on her to-be husband with a man closer to her demographic in the age and daddy issues departments.

When Hefner and Harris announced their impending nuptials amid breathy proclamations of love, I thought, how sweet. Because everyone deserves their share of true love, including and especially granddaddies who look like they’ve forgotten their falsies in the bathroom when they pose for photogs with the loves of their lives. And what's cuter than getting married during the Father's Day weekend?

Alas, this is not to be. But then again, this could be the lull before the storm - or vice versa. Will true love prevail? Time – or a multimillion dollar tell-all deal – should tell.