Right now, my greatest joy is meeting my first grandchild who was born this year. Freed from the heavy responsibility of raising children, my days of leisure and relaxation were calm and peaceful. This feeling of not being satisfied. There was certainly something that the "woman" part that remained in me was looking for. I don't want to have a burning love anymore. I just want to live until my head becomes pure white after being poked by a meat stick. What would happen to me if I put myself in such a situation? The delusion spreads enough to interact with a strange man connected by a matching app. I couldn't take it anymore. I'm embarrassed at my age, but I'm desperate for a man.
