I am 5 years post-menopausal and thought I'd 'done' with sex when I didn't have any sensual feelings for my partner of 16 years, or anyone else for that matter - a cuddle in bed was literally that. He didn't seem bothered, and that is not what ended our relationship early this year, we stayed friends. He moved out and I decided to spruce my house up and hired a workman to do some jobs. He arrived at the door - young and very nice looking - now please, don't imagine a 1970's German porn movie scenario now, nothing happened! Nothing physical that is, but I got that little fluttering butterflies sensation - bloody hell, the first time for decades! Not only was this guy good looking he was polite, kind and respectful. I could not stay in the same room where he was working, my instinct was to keep away from him, to tell myself 'don't be stupid, he is years younger than you,leave him alone'! When he finished the jobs I didn't want him to go.
I was disgusted with myself for having lustful feelings for a young guy young enough to be my son, but though I tried hard to quash the feelings, the little buggers persisted.
What happened next was amazing. He thanked me for the payment I sent via text, and added a little 'x' at the end. Then came a barrage of flirtatious texts - no, not sexting, flirty - which sent me swooning like a Victorian school m'arm.
Had he had picked up on my nervous vibes? The text chat only lasted half an hour or so but I felt so erotically charged I couldn't believe that is all it took to restore my dead libido.
Now the sad part. The next day I sent him a text and his reply was that he'd had a death in the family and would contact me when he 'got his head together'. That was 3 months ago and I've heard nothing since. I did send one text asking if he was OK, no response.
There is no fool like an old fool seems to fit here. It seems stupid to even put this sorry tale into the 'relationship' bracket as it was a non-starter.