Arousal comes in many forms.

When you think of arousal your mind immediately goes to the last time you had that mind blowing feeling. You know the one I'm talking about. The last time you almost passed out as the blood ran from your head to your curling toes. As I slowly age I notice that more simple things arouse me. A good cigar, better scotch, and the occasional half price sale on clothes seem to please me just as much as physical satisfaction. The reward of giving myself some simple pleasures has become as equal to someone else giving me such joy. But is that because I'm maturing or the odds of me finding a great deal on jeans are much higher than having relations?