OK--here's what I see. With health not as good as it used to be, nor energy and confidence, the wrinkly little boy attaches himself to the Couple Next Door. They're a kind of Mommy that he wanted for himself, the emotional support he needed but
lacked the guts to make for himself. BION, there are quite a few of these in social circles. There is no question that he is lacking something he seriously wants...that sense of belonging and home and the Other. They show up and knock..."My battery needs a jump. Can I borrow eggs, bacon and bread?"
The writer of this article is embittered by life and well as by women--life is a compromised thing. We only pursue happiness--happiness itself exists in fleeting moments.
But these dried-up bachelors are just as pitiful as your bitter writer.