Several things strike home in this thread. The need for companionship and intimacy without the act of sex. When I was younger the only sex I truly enjoyed was when no intimacy was involved. Now, the rare times my va-j-j tweaks for attention, it's not very loud and easily ignored. Occasionally, meaning a few times a year I scrounge up some working batteries and give it go. I have to be high on drink or smoke and it just doesn't hold the same zippity-doo-dah
I also am finding I dont like being alone. It's nice to have someone to do little life's things with. Cooking and sharing the meal. Going out with no destination. Talking about nothing. The little things. But I don't trust and intimacy is impossible without trust. That inner critic sneaks in and before I realize it my thinking is all negative and I'm on high alert.
This leaves me alone and depressed with no energy and easily overwhelmed. The truth of the matter is I have to find me
Then maybe.... who knows