Behind the door | When the combination is perfect… except in bed

The Press offers you a weekly testimony that aims to illustrate what really happens behind the bedroom door, in privacy, far, far from statistics and standards. Today: Louis*, 61 years old.



After a checkered life, and so many madnesses, Louis decided to calm down. For 10 years, he has shared his daily life with a woman he loves. Someone “good” with whom he is even “very much in love”. An almost perfect combination, except for one detail: in bed.

“I don’t feel like screwing up our relationship,” says the young sixty-year-old, an athlete who could easily be considered 10 years younger, seated on a Friday afternoon in a pretty brasserie. “But I’m going to be 62 years old,” he adds. And sometimes I feel like time is running out. And that I don’t take advantage of it…” Hence the impasse, one guesses.

It must be said that he has benefited from it rather well so far, despite a start, let’s say, late. And quite epic. Hold on: at 16, Louis had his first girlfriend, an otherwise “platonic” relationship that lasted four years. Then, he meets a second one, whom he makes pregnant during their very first antics! “She had an abortion, but it was still a very beautiful [première] experience, he recalls. It was in a student apartment, we had a mattress on the floor, we were listening to the Beatles…”

After an adventure in a holiday camp (with antics in the car, a field, the side of the highway), Louis decides to settle down, mid-twenties. For what ? “I still wonder. Social pressure? Still, he marries the wrong girl, whom he finds one evening in bed with a friend. “A shock”, sums up our man. “I felt confused. I really didn’t see that coming…” Especially since Madame confides to him that she herself married under pressure, even hid her homosexuality from her family, all because of “religion”.

Louis fumes, but we don’t yet know why. Here, he explains, at this precise moment of the interview: “Me, when I was 12 years old, I was fiddled with by a priest. It was a rape, today I can name it, but at the time I did not understand. […] So I am open to many things, but religion, much less. »

He does not dwell on this painful chapter, except to confide that this undoubtedly explains his platonic beginnings. “I hesitated to take action, I did not want to reproduce what I had experienced,” he analyzes, hindsight helping.

Time to “enjoy life”

At the turn of his thirties, a betrayal and a divorce later, our Louis rebounds. How ? “You’re a handsome man, he said to himself, you have charisma, so go ! We take advantage of it! »

For five years, he did exactly that, and plenty of it. “I can’t even count them. It was one after another,” he says, smiling. And he also has great memories. “It was almost always fun. I am a generous person. “Until he meets a woman who stands out from the crowd, to whom he has a child. Their story lasts a few more years. And again, things don’t go quite as planned. But really not: Madame falls ill, becomes unstable, with downright violent tendencies. We’ll spare you the details, but now, at 40, Louis finds himself separated once again, with custody of his child as a bonus.

If, at the beginning, he goes through a “huge shock”, human, romantic, family, where sex is the “last of [ses] priorities”, the first being her child, it will be understood, quietly but surely, her “sexual instincts” reappear. And luckily, he is well surrounded, his friends can keep, while he lives again.

And here Louis is back on the market, to take full advantage of, just like in his early thirties. He still hears himself repeating: “We’re going to sleep together, but we won’t wake up together.” And obviously, it’s not going too badly for him. “One week, I slept with seven different women,” he recalls, his eyes sparkling. Including three different ones on the same day. The heel. We open the floodgates. We have fun. »

A real heartthrob: at work, on a bike, at the checkout, even at the hairdresser, advances are coming from all sides. “Do you have the taste? is he regularly asked. I had to release the pheromones! […] And it worked as much as I wanted. Anywhere anytime. »

If that fills it? Affirmative. ” It’s certain ! Sex is like pizza, no matter what kind, it’s always good, garnished, less garnished! »

Except that after 10 years, his growing child, Louis ends up questioning himself:

I can’t go on like this […]. Sex for sex, at some point, what does it give?

Louis

Here we are. It was there that, through various friends, he ended up meeting his current spouse, around 50 years old. “And with her, I felt like developing a real relationship. Not a sexual adventure,” he says. Why her, exactly? “His stability,” he replies without hesitation. Its balance. She is very rational. And very beautiful…” They have the same values, a perfect understanding when travelling, and share a host of interests.

And in bed? “Well, that’s it,” he replies with a sigh. I would say that is the only element where we are not perfectly compatible. ” But still ? The beginnings are “correct”. Moreover, he hides nothing from her, and “unpacks” all of his past to her. But for her part, she has a less active career. And obviously more modesty. “She’s already told me: it doesn’t need to last long, and we don’t need to discuss it for hours… Ah yes, and: you don’t need to please me. »

Not easy, for Louis. “Me, I have always been in the exchange. It was never unidirectional. So I end up holding back. I have a hard time having fun alone! […] I would say my level of satisfaction is 70%. Maybe I’m too demanding? »

He hadn’t planned to tell us, but yes, he ended up cheating on her. It was a few years ago. An “adventure”, as he says, “purely sexual”. If it bothered him? “Once again, I feel confused,” he replies. It was good, but I’m sorry. […] It was a need I had. It did me good. And I felt male again. But yes, of course, he feels “guilty”.

In short, he doesn’t really know. Lately, he tried to broach the subject: “I have the impression that we have become roommates, more than lovers,” he told her. For her part, Madame, the menopause helping, simply no longer wants. He did not dare to confide more. For what ? ” Chicken he laughs.

But that’s not all. “I’ve lived alone long enough to meet my needs and recognize that I prefer being in a relationship,” he says. So, yes, it “represses” the discussions. ” Chicken, he repeats. I have a lot of difficulty accepting that I will no longer have fun. […] But I’m not ready to sacrifice everything that is going well with my spouse. In the balance, sex weighs less than everything else,” he believes.

* Fictitious first name, to protect his anonymity


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