My Man Is 60, His Engine Sputters, His Performance Index Is Down

I'm forty, not twenty. He's sixty, not forty. His performance index has declined. Yet he won't let me find an alternative. I get nothing out of self induced disappointment, waking up with a vibrator in my hand.

When he was forty he found a twenty year old, why can't I?

I know, it's a bummer, I can't ask him to share, I have to be patient, take more time. I miss the tiger in my pants.