Just saw the neighbor's husband wash his car shirtless. Solid body for a guy in his 50s. Couldn't stop staring. Got me thinking: I've been so obsessed with getting laid, I forgot what it feels like to just... want someone. Not their dick, not their money, but them. The way he kept glancing over like he knew I was watching. That little spark. Fuck, I miss that. My husband looks at me like I'm a piece of furniture he's afraid to move. Anyone else ever catch yourself fantasizing about the connection more than the actual fucking? Or am I just getting soft in my old age?