Frustrated at Forty

I went to lunch with Best Friend (B.F.) today and the lunch conversation went from basic to silly. We both have such sad lives where our spouses do not (or seem to not) understand our needs – not just as people but as lovers, friends and spouses.
I don’t understand why we both put up with it and we’ve discussed that – and deep down we both admit that we love our respective others. It’s just that it’s like pulling teeth to get them to understand what we want out of our lives together. B.F. has all but told her husband that they have the weekend together without kids, or at least partially, and that he better take advantage of that rare situation. I hope – for both of their sakes that he does.
There was a lady in the lobby when we were leaving that looked twice at me as if she knew me. Probably somebody from the kids’ school.
When we went outside to say goodbye in the parking lot. While hugging goodbye, three times in between parting conversations, during the last hug I got a raging hard-on.
I think – no, I know – that this has NEVER happened before. Short of a stripper in a club, NOBODY has ever given me a hard-on other than my wife. What does this mean? I almost called B.F. on the drive away to tell her, but I didn’t. This was very strange.