Blind date

Will it be a love match in Wimbledon for head of public affairs Rob Tolan, 30, and confectionery buyer Sean Barnes, 34?

Rob on Sean

Before the date, what were you hoping for? A good feed and free-flowing conversation.

First impressions? Well-dressed, good-looking and gracious at my being a wee bit tardy. In my defence, I had been sitting in the wrong restaurant – the Dog And Fox and not the Fox And Grapes.

What did you talk about? Family, politics, theatre, the fringe benefits of his work (an endless supply of chocolate), my riot-related injury (I live in Tottenham). Oh, and ex-boyfriends.

Any awkward moments? Nope.

Good table manners? Stunning.

Best thing about him? Really good company. He is also charming.

Would introduce him to your friends? Absolutely.

Could he meet the parents? Yes. They'd find him as affable as I did.

Did you go on somewhere? By the time we finished the meal, it was about half-eleven, and I needed to get back to north London.

And... did you kiss? I kissed him on the cheek.

If you could change one thing about the evening, what would it be? Nothing.

Marks out of 10? 8.

Would you meet again? I could see us getting on splendidly as mates, but he's not really my type.

Sean on Rob

Before the date, what were you hoping for? Just to meet someone lovely.

First impressions? Dapper and a rather cute smile.

What did you talk about? A whirlwind of topics; a potted history of our lives; our views on the public sector strikes (similar).

Any awkward moments? None.

Good table manners? Excellent.

Best thing about him? Wonderful story-telling. Oh, and very lovely eyes.

Would you introduce him to your friends? Absolutely.

Could he meet the parents? Most certainly.

Did you go on somewhere? Sadly not... we had trains and tubes to run for.

And... did you kiss? Just a peck on the cheek.

If you could change one thing about the evening what would it be? That it wasn't a school night.

Marks out of 10? A well-deserved 8.5.

Would you meet again? I certainly hope so…

• Rob and Sean ate at the Fox And Grapes, London SW19.

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Experience: I’m a sex-somniac

'I know I'd feel the same way as my partner: if one person is not fully present in the moment, then it's sex with a zombie'

I first suspected my sex life wasn't as normal as it should be when my partner asked me one morning, "So, you really don't remember anything about last night?" I tried to remember, but … nothing. As far as I was concerned, I'd been dead to the world. Then she told me I'd tried to initiate sex while I was fast asleep. I was shocked – after all, you're usually far from sleepy when you're hoping for sex.

I hoped it was a one-off – and so did my partner. The last thing she wanted, understandably, were advances from someone who wasn't aware of who she was, let alone what he was doing.

I was amazed to discover I could be that uninhibited while being fast asleep. What else was I capable of? Would I start talking and say something insane?

It soon became clear that this strange nocturnal habit wasn't going away. That was eight years ago, and I'm still at it. Sometimes, apparently, I'll be quite the romantic, getting things going by kissing and stroking my partner. Other times, I'll cut to the chase and just try to climb on top of her.

My only comfort is that it has never got too out of hand and seems to follow a pattern. Of course she objects – sometimes physically, pushing me off or trying to wake me up. But we have developed strategies and learned to adapt. If I start to get frisky while asleep, my partner just says, "Get off" and I'm told I give a little chuckle and roll off. I'm so glad that I don't object or keep trying – if I did, I would seek treatment because I would never want to upset her.

In the morning, I have no recollection – it's only when I catch sight of my partner's unimpressed expression that I'll realise it's happened again. I now accept it as part of my make-up, but it is weird not to be in control of it.

At first she thought I was awake – my eyes were open – and if she was in the mood, she would sometimes be happy to continue. Apparently my performance doesn't differ that much whether asleep or awake. But she came to recognise my glazed expression and now rarely goes along with it. I know I'd feel the same way: if one partner is not fully present in the moment, then it's sex with a zombie.

But as she grew wise to me, my sleeping brain learned crafty tactics. If she asks whether I'm awake, I'm told I now somehow manage to mumble, "Yes" in order to continue, despite being deeply asleep. Sometimes I return to full consciousness in the middle of sex, which is a very strange sensation indeed – rising up through layers of sleep towards wakefulness, only to find I'm on top of my partner.

I knew I was unusual, but didn't realise there was a name for my condition – sex-somnia, or sleep sex – until someone told me about it. Sex-somnia is a version of parasomnia, which includes sleepwalking and talking, and occurs during the "deep sleep" stage in the first few hours of the night. Neurologists say the condition is on the rise due to our more stressful lifestyles. This chimes with my experience, because I've found that if I am in the intense period of training before the season starts – I'm a professional rugby player – I am totally exhausted at night and seem more likely to have sleep sex. Then several months can go by without a problem, if my daytime world is less demanding.

Another trigger is abstinence – the arrival of our young family has meant an increase in sleep sex. I've had my testosterone level tested by a sports scientist and discovered that it is abnormally high, so I'm sure it's connected.

I don't mind my close friends knowing about it, and there is a predictable amount of teasing, but I take it with good humour. Fortunately, I have never tried it on with anyone but my partner, so my team-mates are safe.

I know some people would be upset by this behaviour, but my partner is very understanding, partly because we've talked about it a lot. It hasn't affected our waking sex life – but she refuses any action after lights out, just in case. Strangely, if there are times when I wake up normally in the night, I never feel like sex and wouldn't dream of initiating it. I just go straight back to sleep, and who knows what I'll get up to then.

• As told to Emily Cunningham
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Sex and the over-60s

Older people are living longer and in better health than ever – so of course they're continuing to have sex. Why is it so hard to talk about, asks the editor of Gransnet

Ten years ago in New York, I interviewed Helen Gurley-Brown, the kittenish but formidable creator of Cosmopolitan, who was then 80. Without preamble, she launched into enthusiastic endorsement of a lubricant called Astroglide: "You be sure," she said severely, "that you're all goopy before you get into bed." At the time, I was taken aback. Now I am older, it seems less funny.

Young people are often surprised that older women have sex at all. On Gransnet, the social networking site for grandparents that I edit, one poster described celebrating her 55th birthday at work and being asked by a much younger colleague at what age she had given up sex. She replied that she'd let her know when it happened; the other woman, she said, "looked horrified".

In fact, people over 60 are now the fastest-growing group contracting sexually transmitted diseases, according to government agency figures. Since 2002, syphilis has tripled in the over-65s in the UK, and HIV is up by 60%. Even allowing for the fact that we're starting from a low base, this is clearly not post-menopausal purdah.

Much of the ignorance about sex and the older person stems from resistance to thinking about old people at all, least of all their yucky bodies. There is a profound cultural fear of ageing, which glorifies the young and deprecates anything old: "ageing infrastructure", "sunset industries". This distaste tends to feed a perception of older people as a homogeneous group – which is absurd, because we tend to become more diverse, more assertive about our likes and dislikes, as we age. This is likely to be as true of sex as of anything else. Certainly, the impression that discussions on Gransnet give is that there's a spectrum of activity, from "none and not bothered" to "lots and up for more". Some of it may also be highly inventive, if only out of necessity.

When one Gransnetter asked recently: "If 16 is considered too young for sex, when is too old?" the majority view was summed up as, "when you can't remember what sex is", and "I'll tell you when I get there". There's clearly one big plus to being older, in that intimacy benefits from time and a lack of toddlers and teenagers. "Thank God for HRT and retirement – it's better than ever (aged 58)" says one poster. "I don't care who's programmed to do what or when," says another. "I've been married for nearly 40 years and have no intention of giving up our siestas and weekend lie-ins."

As the HRT reference suggests though, menopause can trigger a crisis. Those who sail on through it may well have to adjust, to make use of Astroglide-type aids or other chemical assistance. But among those who do slow down, it isn't necessarily (or mainly, according to our admittedly self-selecting panel) women who make the decision. "My husband has never tried to have sex since a 'failure' (the first ever) 16 years ago – since then it has never been discussed."

"We haven't bothered since 1999," says another woman. "There was no discussion or decision, it's just never been mentioned since then – on a holiday to Tunisia, to be precise." A combination of reticence and a bland assumption by young GPs that menopause will put paid to sexual desire leaves some people accepting that sex doesn't go on for ever, though not all are reconciled to the idea. Some are left with a sense of mourning: "I miss wanting sex as much as the sex itself."

Menopause may not, of course, be the only or main cause of waning desire, even when it takes the blame. New relationships have a suspicious habit of reviving enthusiasm. "It's much better when you live alone and have 'visits'," says nanachrissy. "When I was married, I think sex was spoiled by underlying resentments and suppressed anger. Now there are no strings and sex is the best ever. Also I have no hangups about my body, because I don't really care what he thinks (although he is very kind!)."

The memoirist Diana Athill writes, in Somewhere Towards the End, of her sadness that making love with her "dear habitual companion" had staled: "Familiarity had made the touch of his hand feel so much like the touch of my own hand that it no longer conveyed a thrill." She assumed this was a question of her age – she was in her late 50s – until she met someone else and experienced what she thinks of as a reprieve: "I found, to my amusement and pleasure, that novelty could restore sex."

Nora Ephron, who has written entertainingly about ageing, maintains that if you're lucky enough to be having sex in your 60s, you won't be having the sex you had in your 20s. This is probably true, although it doesn't have to be worse. Some Gransnetters claim to be having the best time of their lives. The ingenuity of people with dodgy hips should not be underestimated, nor, for those with less than fighter-pilot reactions, should Slow Love.

When Jane Juska was 66 and living in Berkeley, California, she placed an ad in the New York Review of Books: "Before I turn 67, next March," she wrote, "I would like to have a lot of sex with a man I like. If you want to talk first, Trollope works fine."

Her bestseller, A Round-Heeled Woman (and the play adapted from the book, starring Sharon Gless, which finishes a West End run this week) catalogues a sexual odyssey that is by turns alarming, sad, funny and pleasurable.

Menopause, according to Gloria Steinem, can give women a new drive and confidence. "What we lose in those menopausal years is everything we needed to support another person," she argues. "What we keep is everything we need to support ourselves." Former Columbia Journalism Review editor Suzanne Braun Levine takes this as her cue in a new book, How We Love Now, arguing that older women have more satisfying experiences of intimacy because we can shuck off expectations of femininity, niceness and acceptability, to be more honest about desire.

Internet dating sites have made finding someone to suit this new, more assertive state easier. There are some that are specifically (and by some accounts successfully) targeted at people in the second half of life, though one Gransnetter warns, to no one's great surprise: "All the old men of 70 think they are only 40, so that's the age of woman they are looking for."

Sex, for most people, does tail off at some point, though there's little consensus about the timing or rate of decline. For some, it may stop abruptly on an otherwise unremarkable holiday; others have every intention of continuing to the end of their days and will point out that less frequent doesn't always mean less intense.

Greater longevity and improved health mean that a phase of life never previously seen now exists: an extended middle-age: fit, competent and interested in sex. The novelty of this means that very little is understood about its erotic possibilities – but these are likely to be as varied as for any other group and, probably, more so. "Don't give up hope," one woman posted recently. "I speak as one who met the love of my life (and he really is just that) six years ago after 15 years of (intentional) celibacy. I'm nearly 74 and he's 56." Meanwhile, another poster reported that she knows of one 80-year-old care-home resident who insists on having her vibrator passed to her every night.

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My boyfriend shrinks away from sex, leaving me frustrated and humiliated

A therapist will teach you both better sexual communication skills, says Pamela Stephenson Connolly

My boyfriend, unlike me, isn't a sexual person. He feels sex isn't proper and that men have to respect women in a way that doesn't allow for sexual intimacy. Sexual contact has always been contrived and quick. It hardly ever happens now because I feel frustrated and humiliated with his lack of response. He seems to regard women as mothers/cousins/friends, not as potential sex partners. He never has spontaneous erections so I often end up masturbating him until he ejaculates, after which he masturbates me. He is embarrassed to touch my breasts, preferring to touch my tummy or other body parts. Blood tests have shown there's no physical reason for his lack of libido.

Seek psychosexual therapy together. Although you have a good understanding of your boyfriend's issues, – and seem very loving and accepting – it would be helpful for you to learn even more about what's influenced his sexual development so far, and to be part of his future progress. And he in turn will benefit from learning about your sexual development. It's one thing to understand intellectually what's going on, but marrying knowledge with feeling in a therapeutic setting can be far more beneficial.

It also might be useful to understand why such a sexually assured person as yourself has chosen to be with someone such as him; I suspect there are some interesting answers to that question. Try to approach therapy in an egalitarian fashion, ie without making him the "identified patient". Follow set exercises you're given because much can be discovered that way, and learn the best way to ask what you really need from him – you should both benefit from acquiring better sexual communication skills. You are right in thinking that getting to the root of the problem is important, but a good therapist should do just that.

• Pamela Stephenson Connolly is a clinical psychologist and psychotherapist who specialises in treating sexual disorders.

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