At age 16-17 I learned the mechanics of sex, from there on I had no difficulty to find willing, attractive partners. Much later, I started to restrict myself to my marital duties and then gradually, the burning interest in sex started to dissipate. I let myself grow flabby and obese.
Now that I have lost about 25 kg and regained my decided macho walk, I am facing a new situation. Fifty years old women are being too friendly and inviting to me, tempting me with gastronomical and other delights. This morning, a light-grey eyed aging beauty trapped me in her intimate office and engaged me in an interminable, rambling chat on everything (I couldnt cut her dry because I came to collect a cheque and she is the accountant). I am a friendly, sociable person, but this struck me as bizarre. I understood she was divorced and lonely. As one gets older, the number of healthy, presentable men relative to the number of healthy and lonely women grows exponentially. My estimate is that there are at least seven "desperate housewives" searching for me. Given my low level of interest, some other man is having to deal with fourteen healthy, attractive, dynamic ladies out there.