When I was 18, I worked in a nursing home. I can vouch for at least the ability to get a boner. The old guys loved to stop me in the hall and say, "I dropped this card, Miss. Would you please pick it up for me?" Of course, it would be, like, the twentieth time that day they had dropped an item and asked me to pick it up. :tongue: I always accommodated them by either bending from the waist in a short skirt, or kneeling down in a low cut blouse. (Yeah, I have always been that kind of girl!) I did see some flirtations going on and there were always rumors of late night room visits, but I can't say for sure that they were actually having sex.
And just today I saw an ad on craigslist for a guy in his late 70's looking for NSA fun. :wink: