The Thing About Sex At Sixty
The thing is, when I was in my twenties
there were two trains of thought in my head.
- People who were sixty probably did not have a sex life, so I should have as much of a sex life now as I could. (By that I don’t mean in the stereotypical fashion of men, hunting down pray and conquering it) No I was very happy with one partner, but I wanted to get my quota of sex before that little 1% thing stopped working.
- The other thought was a non-thought really. I say non-thought because every time the idea popped into my head, I muffled it’s plea for attention with a pillow. The thought was, what would life be like for me at sixty without sex? What would I do to while away those nights of impotence and longing but not being able to come out to play and did women want sex at sixty and all manor of other thoughts that as I say, got muffled whenever they popped into my head.
The thing is, now I am in my sixtieth year, nothing is like
I thought it would be.
For a start, I still want to have sex (A
lot) (With my partner of 25 tears) I told you I was happy with one person. The
other thing is, I still see the world through the eyes of a 24 year old and all
of my guy friends who are in the fifties say the same. Oh don’t misunderstand;
we’re not saying we are a bunch of studs performing sexual gymnastics at the
drop of a hat. No. But we are still vibrant and the 1% still works and very
well thank you. Don’t worry you don’t need to lock up your twenty something
daughters. (That's pretty gross really)What I have found is that there is a wonderful sexuality and sensuality about a
mature woman that is missing in a your girl. I can hear it now with the 30 and
40 something crowd of guys; “yeh right buddy.” But while we might have traded
that frenetic flailing of body parts that we exhibited in our twenties for a
more romantic and regal approach, the passion is still there and for many of my
friends (Well, those who were willing to drop their guard a little and talk
about it) alive and well
The other thing that never went away is the
joy of lingerie (No, not on me before you ask) and the drama that comes with it. That sense of anticipation and exhilaration. The thing is however as a woman
gets to a certain age I am sure they question whether or not sexy lingerie is
still as flattering as it was in their twenties and thirties. I can tell you
the answer is yes. It may change a little to suite the maturity but yes, you
still look amazing and goddess like to us men. The thing is, you need to believe it as well.
The challenge is to still make the time for
romance and sex (They are not the same thing) while having worked a long day,
run your now grown up children all over town and back, cooked dinner, done the
laundry and a myriad of other things which do not make you feel sexy and
seductive. We need to make the effort. It’s okay to have a few love handles.
You will rarely look the way you did when you were 24 and your destination may
be a warm bed instead of the kitchen table. Although I never thought that I
would still have a sex drive at all at 60, so maybe the kitchen table is still in
reach.
The thing that we don't want to celebrate in our fifties is that we are still sexy, vibrant people who have a desire and a passion. One day it will be time to call it a day, but until that day comes (No pun intended) make the most of the desire.
Live Passionately, Ask Why!
Lee
