I almost caused my friend Dee to die of fright. I told her all the men I date (over sixty) definitely want to have sex. "No!" she cried out. "I'm sorry hon but men no matter how old never stop thinking about sex." I think it fills the largest portion of their brain no matter how ancient the gray matter. It appears to be a lifetime preoccupation. Poor Dee it was like super stressful "Breaking News" and I pictured her stumbling to her knees clutching her chest. In a weakened voice she mumbled "but what about cuddling, holding hands, and best friends" which I interpreted as delusional, wishful thinking and in a galaxy far far away.
It's true cuddling is nice but I have not met a male who would trade sex for a cuddle. I once witnessed a man at least 90 teetering on his bar stool barely able to lift up his head, winking and crooking his finger at women who walked by. I mistakenly thought he was having a seizure but the waitress assured me he was fine and sat in that exact spot every night trying to hook up. The ick factor was so great I had to leave or stick pins in my eyes.
My friend Rick likes to call sex over sixty "senior citizen sex" which by definition is accurate but makes me want to re-claim my virginity. Which begs my wondering if that's possible after enough sexless years have passed. It's tempting isn't it? Ah to be a virgin again sounds like a place to hide from old guys with sagging balls. "And yes big guy they sag just like breasts." You see it's not that women don't want to have sex with men over sixty it's just that the idea doesn't fill our every waking moment, or depending on the man any moment. It's tough out there in my man land to find a hand to hold, a good cuddle, a new best friend, no less a hot sex life.
Now about virginity...
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