My wife (49 LLF) and I (49 HLM), are together for 27 years. We are now in a dead bedroom for many years having sex once every year / 2 years. Beside these rare events, we do not kiss, cuddle or hug. Needless to say, as a man who crave physical touch, I feel quite alone.

Last weekend I went to watch a hockey game at the local arena with my 12 yo son. Some of his friends were playing and he wanted to see them. While waiting for the game to start, I was sitting quietly and just looking around. I noticed someone coming toward me from my left side. I turned my head to see if it was someone I knew (I am quite involved in the local minor hockey association so it happens all the time) but it was not. It was a woman about my age, nice looking and well dressed. My eyes saw her but not being someone I knew, I instinctively went back to where I was looking before. Then, my brain registered how good she looked and made me quickly snap back looking at her. She was now just two feet from me as she was walking toward the stairway I was seated just beside. As soon as I looked at her the second time, I told myself :"dang! So stupid! You look like a teenager turning his head for each girl at the beach!". She completely noticed what I did and smiled at me, obviously flattered. She looked at me, walking toward me. I looked at her, smiled back and watched her passing by me and going downstair to sit with other parents. No words were exchanged, nothing else happened and I will most probably never see her again. But that smile from a nice looking woman who knew I was finding her beautiful and did not look away made my weekend. I am still thinking about it. That feeling of beeing real. For once, not being the invisible man for a woman. That event made me think about the cycle in a relationship. At first your lover see your body. She wants you, she lust you physically. Then she starts to see inside you. Your soul, your brain, your heart. That's the deepest connexion. Until she starts to see through you. As if you are a ghost. That's the end of it. I think that quick encounter with that stranger took me back to the beginning. When my wife was looking at me, lusting me, wanting me.