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Several years into my widowhood, I think I’m going to die if I don’t have sex soon. Before I was widowed I had always had a vigorous and enthusiastic sex life, but now it’s like I’m dead to the world in my 50s. I’m lively, reasonably charming, interested in the things going on in the world, and not a dog. I’m self-supporting and self-reliant, so it’s not like I’m looking for a sugar daddy. It’s true that I don’t get out as much as I should, but when I do meet men around my age, they seem to be so weary. But at the same time they appear to be angling for women 10 or 20 years younger than I am! I live in a young and lively area, and I must confess that I am getting somewhat entranced by a few men around here who are a couple of decades younger. I know it’s a ridiculous fantasy, but a one-night stand would be fine. Am I weird, perverted, crazy? I miss rolling around with and holding a male body. I want to get laid. Help.
—Cut Off From a Sex Life Too Soon
Dear Too Soon,
Maybe one day you can contribute your own experiences to the literary subgenre of the adventures of older women seeking a firm male body. Here’s a summary of the book by 60-year-old Brit Monica Porter of her year spent seeking casual sex with younger men, My Year of Dating Dangerously. She was able to take advantage of new hook-up apps, such as Tinder, to find local men interested in experienced women. A few years ago teacher Jane Juska also wanted to connect with many male bodies. The sixtysomething put a personal ad in the New York Review of Books explaining what she wanted, and wrote about what happened in A Round-Heeled Woman: My Late-Life Adventures in Sex and Romance. You are not weird, perverted, or crazy. You’re a woman who loves sex, who has lost her husband too early in life, and who shouldn’t be consigned to celibacy. If you pursue this, you must do so with an awareness of attending to your safety, and an understanding that, as with anyone searching for sex partners, the majority of your correspondents will be creeps and cheaters. (One of Porter’s hook-ups had a “mummy” fixation and tried to strangle her.) But I guarantee if you want partners, you will find them. This article gives some tips on how to convey on dating sites what you’re looking for—and what you’re looking for is going to be a lot more popular than a lifetime commitment.
I’ve been married for nearly a year to a great woman. I love her and think we can have a great life together. When I learned she was divorced, I believed her assertion that the fault was entirely with her ex for clashing with her mother. I now think the fault must have lay with her mother, and not her ex-husband. My mother-in-law refuses to let her daughter be independent. She makes her feel guilty if she doesn’t spend three or four days a week at her house. From the minute my wife wakes up until past midnight every night, they text. They text each other while we watch movies, while we shop, talk, spend time with my family, and even when she’s in the same room with her mom. To make it worse, her mother seems to dislike me. She constantly says mean things about me in her texts, which I only found out about after stumbling upon my wife’s phone and reading through conversations. Occasionally, I read through their conversations (my wife is aware of this) and find her mother is petty and cruel, constantly criticizing me. She’s a cancer in our marriage, and my wife cannot become independent. I feel like I’m trapped in a marriage of three people. I’ve asked my wife to please talk to her mom about giving us more space. I’ve desperately asked her to refrain from texting all day long. I don’t know if I can handle this for much longer. What should I do?
You may think you’re married to a woman, but she’s really an overgrown child. A child who is being psychologically abused by her domineering, manipulative mother, and who has been unable to stand up for herself and break away. Your poor wife is so addled—perhaps from never having cut the umbilical cord—she doesn’t even realize it’s her relationship with her mother that destroyed her first marriage and is on track to destroy her second. Your wife knows you’ve seen proof that her mother demeans and insults you, but you don’t indicate that your wife defends you. She’s probably incapable of even that small insurrection. Since you’re living a modern-dress fairy tale, you could just wait it out for the wicked witch to die. But that could possibly take decades, and I’m not sure even the departure of your mother-in-law would free your wife from her grip. If your wife were actively trying to extract herself from her mother’s control, then a therapist could help her start stacking those psychic sandbags as a barricade against her mother. But your wife instead is in an active conspiracy against you. I think the kindest thing you can do for her is to become former husband No. 2. Maybe if she sees a pattern developing, she might be willing to address what’s wrong in her life. But leaving is the best way for you to get on with yours.
I am a 28-year-old man who was recently involved in a physical altercation with a woman. I was walking down a crowded city street when I ran into a female friend who was in the middle of a heated, drunken argument with her girlfriend. I interrupted the argument to make sure my friend was OK. The girlfriend, already highly agitated, reacted very strongly to my interruption and began aggressively pushing and cursing at my friend. I shouted at the woman to stop, at which point she turned her aggression to me, attempting to strike and scratch me repeatedly. I am a small man and not aggressive, but physically fit and sober enough that I felt in no serious danger. I restrained the woman, pinning her arms behind her back to protect my face and lowering her to the ground to allow her to cool off. To my shock the crowd gathering on the street began shouting at me, with one witness accusing me of outright sexual assault and threatening to call the police. I immediately released the woman, and my friend and I removed ourselves from the situation. My friend was grateful, but I couldn’t help but feel queasy and ashamed for the next several days. I consider myself a feminist and would never intentionally harm a woman, but did I cross the line here? In a political climate where sexual assault and rape culture are frequently debated, what is the appropriate way to handle a physical altercation with a member of the opposite sex?
We really are at a confused place when a man attempting to protect a friend and himself from physical assault from an aggressive, drunken woman is considered an avatar of rape culture. To give the crowd the benefit of the doubt, let’s hope your accusers saw only the end game and came to an incorrect conclusion about what led to your restraining the woman. From your description, it would seem obvious that you were not attempting a sexual attack. You would not feel queasy and ashamed if you came upon a friend being set upon by her drunken boyfriend and stepped in to protect her. So I don’t see why it should be any different if the aggressor is a woman. You assessed the situation and concluded it would be safe—and helpful—for you to intervene, so don’t let the ignorance of the mob make you doubt yourself.
I’m a 29-year-old woman in a happy relationship of five months with my boyfriend. We’re both professionals and he’s been living in my apartment for two months while he looked for affordable housing. We got along swimmingly under the same roof, but we weren’t ready to commit to living together and I told him I wouldn’t move in with someone without a ring on my finger. I just helped him move into his new apartment and he has a pretty, smart, young woman as a roommate. My heart sank when I saw her. My boyfriend often tells me I’m beautiful, but my inner worrywart is in crisis mode. I had cancer as a teenager. My last boyfriend ditched me for another girl at work. I have insecurities about being with someone I can depend on. I told my boyfriend that I’m always waiting for things to fall apart, because for me they always seem to. I don’t want to be an insecure, possessive girlfriend but I’m not sure how to deal with this. Just see how it goes? Or express my concern in some way that won’t make me seem like I’m a nag?
—Three’s Not Company
I have a different take on your life. You learned early how precarious and precious life is. You faced down mortality and triumphed. Now you are a beautiful, successful woman in a new and promising relationship. I think things sound great! We’d all like assurances that everything will always be fine, but anyone who makes that guarantee is serving up an empty promise. You know insecurity is a toxin and confidence is a tonic, so make the choice not to dwell on the worst possible case. That your boyfriend is getting an attractive roommate is not a situation any girlfriend would seek, but neither is it a calamity. Decide to make friends with her—it’s a good strategy for defusing tension and you may even like her. You two are off to a great start, so focus on the pleasure you get out of being together.
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