True story: Mom died at the age of 59. Father was 8 years her senior, so he was 67. He had just recently retired with a nice pension and Social Security (things I won't have) and his income in retirement matched his income before retirement. Sweet!. Anyway, he stayed in the same house he had lived in since 1970. He ate the same breakfast he had eaten since 1930. He drove the same car he'd bought years before. He mowed the same grass. He wore the same suit and on Sundays went to the same church. His daughters worried about him being so lonely. That he might be lonely didn't occur to me. My oldest sister took it upon herself after 3 years of his widowerhood to ask if he was interested in seeing a lady. His reply to her was that it hadn't occurred to him to do so. She, being stubborn, suggested that he look at those ladies at church and see if he wanted to try forming a relationship with one of them. He's 70 it this point. It was a small church with a small group of eligible widows. He picked the youngest one. She was 53. He approached her and asked to visit. They went out and spent time getting to know one another. He didn't tell his kids and she didn't tell hers. Along comes Thanksgiving. This day he's home alone and she has all her kids and grand kids in her house for her big performance. He didn't know that, so he figured he'd invite her out to lunch at Lubys. He called her house, and her daughter answered. He said, "May I speak with Annette?" Her daughter pressed the mouthpiece to her belly and shouted, "Momma, it's a MAN!". They married in the Spring and went away to Arkansas for a week-long honeymoon. They returned. I visited. I asked her, "How was your honeymoon?"
She replied, "He was wonderful!"

It certainly gives hope to the libido-challenged prei-menopausal. Perhaps this too shall pass! LOL

What a difference a year makes... I'm in a relationship and it turns out sex is still a thang...