My way of dealing with the mid-life crisis. Need for excitement and variety. Don't do sport, (but enjoy ladies tennis
). Don't care for motorbikes, or falling off them. Can't afford a Ferrari. No sex in marriage for some years (her choice, not mine, or I wouldn't be here), but otherwise all OK. Never had an affair and don't want one, but need to deal with my raging libido now that I'm in my second puberty. OH retired and we always seem to have a house full of people, so wanking opportunities limited. Then discovered punting. Result - happiness!
The great Joni Mitchell summed it up for all us frustrated baby boomers, in the chorus of her song "Free man in Paris", from her Court and Spark album. Here it is. Maybe I've altered the odd word here and there:-
I was a free man in Middlesbrough
I felt unfettered and alive
Nobody calling me up for favours, nobody's future to decide
You see I'd go back there tomorrow, but for the fact it costs a ton
Stoking a star prossie's backside
Behind the other half's vision