Sounds like you are hitting a rough patch, I am sorry to hear that. My perspective is that fifty isn't that old, I am approaching sixty. Of course I am also introverted, and don't feel the need to date right now (other than Snowbunny, one partner is enough for me). Anyway I hope you get feeling better.
Thanks, I think my challenge is how tiny the community is. I will elaborate below.
I spent the weekend with my gf, and last night speaking with my wife. I am figuring out party of what my problem is. Heck I even had dinner with my meta. Gf was amazing, telling me and giving me more time and honestly we truly connected. In fact, I came away knowing our relationship has hit a new level of intimacy and love. I am running out of words to call her, since girlfriend doesn't quite fit. Was lovely. This really isn't a poly problem. She is amazing, always. My wife too ... my rock.
Lets start with some positive which might shine light on the negative.
I am a confident person, I walk into a room, I can talk to anyone. I am a good flirt and in general can speak with and make anyone smile. Extroverted, tall, athletic (albeit on the now 50 and used to playfootball size athletism). I truly enjoy in person interactions with people. Eye contact is strong, business talk, politics, whatever I think I can carry a conversation and really get people thinking and talking. I am not even in the same political spectrum as most the poly folk, but we can still converse (except for vegans who eat fish.. they are just being dumb... you aren't fucking vegan)...
now the truth, and maybe the crux.
I have not once, in my entire life asked anyone on a date.
I have not once, in my entire lift broken up with anyone.
I have little self confidence around my attraction, I have next to no self worth when it comes to how I can sexually provide for a woman. So why would they say yes, why would they stay. Why wouldn't they go search out someone else.
I digest those sentences. Thoughts, and I can relate them all the way back to the beginning of this blog. In fact... thinking back this goes back to my early childhood, 9 years old and puberty raging in my body (yes I started young) and ... god the teen years. Fuuuuuuck... petrified, easier to fight, easier to hit people then ask women out. (I grew up in a rough neighbourhood in the 80s. Gangs etc, so I ended up fighting at least weekly to even get to school... it was an easy way to get my excess energy out and it protected other people since I was always the biggest and strongest, I could walk away relatively unscathed) Wow... ok, thats a diversion thought for another time.
I remember when I was 16, was flirting with two woman, one older 21, less attractive, and a smoking hot 17 year old. I chose to let the older woman win the pursuit because it was the easy button.
ok ok.. back on track. I get, itchy, when my wonderful chosen humans meet net new folks because I believe I don't have the worth to keep them around, they are bored with me and going to move on. I move into a mode where I want to back away, give them space, which really forces them away. I recognize now, I have done this to all of the woman I have loved, except my wife. Shit... I was an asshole... yikes.
So the inevitable crux comes, of my partners finding new people to engage in, and I immediately spiral that I need to find someone to fill time (yes.. I know, still an asshole).. and then realize the above points are still in my head. No one would want me sexually.
Potential lonliness hits.
So now (in my head) we are losing time, losing sexual attraction, and no one wants me, and I continue to push away because the person I love, deserves to be happy which means they need to be with the new person and not me.
40 years later, and still a 9 year old boy who is uncomfortable with his body.