My impotence scare last year had a side benefit I hadn't appreciated at the time, if one dare say one appreciates such a thing.  When atherosclerosis was shutting down my affection delivery instrument, it appears to also have been clogging the works behind it.  Basically, while I couldn't manage to provide satisfaction to the Mrs., I didn't care as much.  My hormones had been shutting down.  This leads one to think of the archetype of the husband disinterested in lovemaking and the frustrated wife.   He isn't that interested and when he gets around to it it's not that good (and possibly humiliating) which means it's that much easier to put off the next event.  A vicious cycle.
     The up side is that being randy is ANNOYING.  Especially as a man gets older and the enticing targets become more numerous.  When you are a teenager, one looks at the likes of Brittany Spears or Linsey Lohan (sp?) or whoever the flavor of the week is and you get a stirring in you heart, and elsewhere.  It's the rare 50 year old woman that can produce the same reaction in a young man.  50 year olds I find attractive are not entirely uncommon and I imagine the teeny-boppers still are physically arousing to older gents like myself.   Another benefit is that it also makes one less demanding of the wife when her libido is not as insistent as yours.  This offers her a little break as long as your interest doesn't sink below hers.  If your interest goes even a little below hers, a woman's self-esteem in the bedroom is far more fragile than a man's, I can tell you.
    Now put it together.  Old men find more women attractive as they get older to the point where a 70 year old man will find optical amusement in ogling almost anything with breasts and a pulse.  Those breasts may be at waist level or erupting from a chest like mountains, it matters not.  All of it is looking appetizing to a dirty old man. 
    Now mix in the decrease in hormones.  You now appreciate far more women.  You are willing to engage with far more of them, but you feel the need to do so far less.  You can afford to be choosy.  The world becomes a sexual buffet.  I imagine it's a bit like being a teenage girl; surrounded by excessive willing partners, but interested in only the cream of the very best she can get.  As older men die off and the number of women available to those that remain increases, it becomes even more so as the offers begin to accumulate.  Does the excess of amorous offers begin to become irksome?  Probably not, as old women are not as persistent as teenage boys.  I picture myself very frustrated that I disappoint numerous ladies who offer companionship but I must decline as I'm involved already.  Perhaps with more than one and adding yet another would spread myself too think or tax my resources of time.  I haven't discussed this with any elderly bachelors to verify this phenomenon, but perhaps I can for another blog entry.  I may be engaging in fantasies imagining a harem of pining women all subtly begging for a chance to share my bed.  It sure seems like the direction life will go though.


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