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Not Enough Sex

They met in high school. She was a sophomore and he was a senior. They dated for a year; a whirlwind romance, they say. Her father didn't approve. He passed away, so they married a year later (instead of eloping, she winks). And here they are. Fifty years later. A date fifty years ago might been sneaking out for an ice cream or watching a movie at the drive-in. A date today is a couple, crazy as ever for each other, walking hand-in-hand into the exam room for their Medicare wellness exams. We discuss the various items on the Medicare checklist. Activity: good. Teeth: no dentures. Vision: need glasses. Incontinence: none. Falls: none. Just write "ditto" on my chart to everything she says, he chuckles. We continue on. Sleep: great. Mood: great. Sex: She looks at him. "We have it," she says. He looks back at me and snorts "not enough." Fifty years, and some things apparently haven't changed.