My better half works in a nursing home. The one she works in now is more “independent”, she used to work in a nursing home that also had a “memory care” (Alzheimer’s/dementia) wing.
She explains that the sex is rampant. Her favorite story was about a couple who would sneak into a supply closet to do the sweaty, wrinkly deed. But they weren’t as sneaky as they thought, because they would park their walkers outside the closet.
What happens sometimes, is you have these elderly people, who have lost someone they have been married to for decades. And they’re lonely, but they are surrounded by other people around their age who have also lost someone who was in their lives for decades.
My better half works in a nursing home. The one she works in now is more “independent”, she used to work in a nursing home that also had a “memory care” (Alzheimer’s/dementia) wing.
She explains that the sex is rampant. Her favorite story was about a couple who would sneak into a supply closet to do the sweaty, wrinkly deed. But they weren’t as sneaky as they thought, because they would park their walkers outside the closet.
What happens sometimes, is you have these elderly people, who have lost someone they have been married to for decades. And they’re lonely, but they are surrounded by other people around their age who have also lost someone who was in their lives for decades.
Plus they don’t have anything else to do.
In a few years, they’ll all be playing counter strike instead of jumping each other.
I dream of my final years being like my first days: playing videogames viciously.