My brother-in-law once commented that no man living man should have a wife more than 30 years. He felt like a prisoner. The wow factor in his marriage had stopped. His wife refuses to do things with him and he's lonely. Rarely does his wife stir from the couch potato position. She stopped exercising, but sits eating and watching TV 24/7. She is disinterested in his life and that makes him feel lonely and worthless. He feels trapped in his second marriage. The "wow factor" is gone.
I love my wife and best friend dearly, but she dislikes the spotlight on her when I sing karaoke songs. She dislikes late night hours, dark venues complaining she can't see her food and the music is too loud. She too sits in front of the TV letting it entertain her robbing us of companionship. My new friends can't understand her reasoning for not keeping the "wow factor" visible in our 39 year marriage. Lately I feel like its a convenience factor. Yes I've made new friends, but I'd rather have her by my side. Her refusal to be part of my singing life is driving a wedge between us. I enjoy the freedom to explore other karaoke venues, but my loneliness robs us of togetherness.
On the other hand I can understand why she might resent the fact that other women find me handsome and charming. She doesn't want to see other women, some of which are very slender beautiful dancers and singers give affection to me in real time. She has a "jealous factor" like Lucille Ball (Lucy Ricardo) and I know my wife couldn't handle seeing the affection I receive from other wild sometime provocative young women who put the wow factor back in my life with hugs and kisses. Whispering how much they appreciate me in my old ear makes my lonely life worth living instead of turning me into a retired couch potato like her while waiting for God. Isn't it any wonder why men turn attention to younger women; not that I am attracted to any. I should feel excited, but I don't. It's just I'm not ready give up my young at heart feelings and die from boredom.
Although I didn't resist the most beautiful woman dancer to ever get me off my bar chair she did make an impression on me. The thrill experience isn't dead. I felt alive and not dead like the other guys that resisted her attempts to get them to dance with her. As a writer I'll describe her visually. She had a fair complexion, but not pale, long below the shoulder black straight hair, rather tall; taller than myself with the physique of a speed skater - long powerful upper legs, slender waist and to complete the picture of her upper torso she was the 10+ that others guys said, "She's the hottest woman in the bar." I made them jealous? That made me feel better. I had never danced with another woman except my wife. What turns you off or on?