The end of Love

I am 57. It recently occurred to me that I was at the end of my rope when it came to sexual attractiveness. Lately, I've been ignoring pretty faces I meet randomly in public. I'm hoping that I'll be able to accomplish more in life without daydreaming about that pretty female that used to capture my attention not too long ago. I know, it's sour grapes. I agree. But to tell you the truth, what else is there? I know that even if a Kathryn Hepburn came along (she had an Electra complex), I would not know how to proceed. Basically, what I'm saying is that my needs today are for money sufficient enough to hire Governor Spitzer's ex-girlfriend--to bad I can't barter with her.