At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck ;TAN

Maybe I can still surprise him.

Robert was sitting in bed watching television.

I walked into the bedroom and stood in front of him.

He looked up.

For one second, his eyes rested on me.

My heart was pounding.

Then he said,

“Aren’t you cold?”

I stared at him.

“What?”

“The room is chilly. Put something on, Linda.”

Then he turned his attention back to the television.

I stood there in that expensive red lingerie wishing the floor would open beneath me.

I went into the bathroom and locked the door.

For a long time, I stared at my reflection.

That was the first night I wondered:

Maybe Robert isn’t the problem. Maybe I’m simply not that woman anymore.

A few weeks later, I tried again.

I made a romantic dinner.

Candles.

Wine.

I walked