I debated if I should post this, but in the end I decided to go ahead. I’m in the latter part of my 60s. I have a wife who is a cancer survivor. But because of the disease, she is no longer capable or interested in having sex. Given all she went through, I fully understand. I don’t know how much longer I will have the desire or capability to do the tango. The flame may be flickering, but the flame has not gone out.
My wife would be devastated if she found out I dabble in the hobby. It helps to keep me sane, to cope with circumstances and to help me escape from the realities of life for a while.
The ladies I have met in the pursuit of pleasure have all been wonderful. Some really stand out. And for that I try to acknowledge the fact. But when I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t see someone that is the least bit attractive or appealing. I feel both appreciative that the ladies make me feel special but also bad that they have to endure me - at any price. For that, I apologize.
-WEG
My wife would be devastated if she found out I dabble in the hobby. It helps to keep me sane, to cope with circumstances and to help me escape from the realities of life for a while.
The ladies I have met in the pursuit of pleasure have all been wonderful. Some really stand out. And for that I try to acknowledge the fact. But when I look at myself in the mirror, I don’t see someone that is the least bit attractive or appealing. I feel both appreciative that the ladies make me feel special but also bad that they have to endure me - at any price. For that, I apologize.
-WEG






