Here, I have openly expressed my frustration at not having a lover to engage in sex with since my wife has serious cognitive issues and is now asexual.
I don't blame her, it isn't on purpose, it is her illness. Some men divorce or at least place their non-functioning significant other in a care facility. "In sickness and or in health, 'till death do us part" is what I promised her forty years ago.
Go back to my youth for a clue about my temperament: I fell in love with every girl I felt an attraction for, like in the TV show "Dobie Gillis*". It seemed all the girls I was attracted to were not attracted to me. That was until I became a singer-songwriter in Greenwich Village, NYC, in the 1960s. Then I seemed to fall in love with a new girl every week, and most of them found me agreeable. Yet today, at my age of 77, I still have a strong libido and can easily fall back into that mode of sexual adventure. That is that my forty years plus of monogamy isn't working any longer.
If I had a social life, I could see myself mingling with several potential women to love and make love with, and see what happens. Just a fantasy now.
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