When I first started online social networking, this was my question, too. I wanted sex every day, and I was getting it every month, if I was lucky. Sometimes several months would go by. I would sleep on my side of the bed, desperately unhappy, but also afraid to try to change things, because I loved her, and I thought she would leave me if I made her do anything she didn’t want to. Also, I didn’t want to make her. I wanted her to want me, not just want to please me.
Sex is the way I understand love. If I am not intimate with a person often enough, I begin to feel unloved.
Well, I found out that a number of people were having sex every night. I think it was mostly younger people. Older folks like @DarkScribe seemed to be unusual cases. But there are a few of us, over 50, who still have a libido like when we were teenagers. It was driving me crazy.
I found a number of women online who were in a similar position. They were horny as hell and their husbands wouldn’t touch them (or they didn’t have husbands). That was pretty much a prescription for disaster, and the disaster did happen. Fortunately for me, it caused my wife and I to finally face our problem, and to work hard to connect again. The love (and the sex) is back! It’s gotten up to once a week, and occasionally twice. That’s enough for me to feel loved, although I could still do it every night, if she wanted.
I recall when we first got together, we did it every night, but she doesn’t remember it that way. Maybe we did it every night we were together, but not every night. Later, when we moved in together, it did become apparent that we had a difference in desire, but I loved her so much. Also, I had never been with a woman who had my level of desire, so I thought they didn’t exist. I thought all men wanted it more than all women.
In my adventures online, I have discovered plenty of women who say they want it or get it all the time. I’m jealous, of course. I still think about it pretty much all the time (at least, in the back of my head). I work on a campus with lots of beautiful young women, who wear low cut shirts, and I have given up trying to stop myself from staring down every woman’s shirt to see how much is showing. It’s too tiring to try to control myself any more. I’ve become a dirty old man; something I despised when I was in my twenties.
The thoughts in my head are pretty constant, and kind of boring, I’m sure, to others. Her! Yes, her! And her! I’d sleep with them all, if I could. Hell! Two or three in a day, if I were king in a land where anything I said went. I have often wished my desire would go away like it seems to with many men as they age. It is terribly frustrating to have this kind of interior talk running all the time, and no relief. It’s not helped, either, by my bipolar disorder, since it seems to be a symptom of hypomania. It never went away, even when I was depressed—this desire for sexual love—but it definitely gets to be even stronger when I’m getting a bit manic.
In a way, it’s nice, because it makes me write the most arousing erotica. But damn! I don’t want to get into trouble again the way I did last time. My wife, my marriage, and my kids are too important to risk that way. However, I’m crazy, and sometimes it is very difficult to keep this in mind. I hate using that as an excuse, but all the arguments about reality that I know are not enough to get me to be able to completely still my impulses, so temptation is always there. Fortunately, I’ve been able to push it far enough away, so far.
It’s unfortunate when levels of desire differ. Sometimes it is a sign of much wrong in the relationship. Other times it’s just a difference in libido. Certainly, spending more time together trying to please her makes her more responsive. If I get off the computer and next to her, she is definitely more interested. It’s not as easy as it would be if she had the same libido. Or passion.
I wonder how long I will have to struggle with this issue? In any case, you’re not the only one.