Hm. This has actually been near the forefront of my thoughts for the past few days. Mundane and pointless, indeed! For the record, 22 years and counting. sigh Depression reared its somnolent head at the worst possible time for my libido: college, when I was practically tripping over potential nookie, but unwilling/able to do anything about it. Regrets, I’ve had a few…
“Are you frightened of snakes?”
“Only when they dress like werewolves.”
-Preacher
In thirty years or so, I think some of us guys should start competing to become the world’s oldest virgin. Starting at age 35, I’m going to start working out, weight training, eating right, having regular check-ups, and with new breakthroughs in medical science I might make it to 120…
(Being a nice guy must not be genetic; otherwise we’d have died out thousands of years ago.)
The English language hasn’t words to describe such a lengthy time period.
Blessed are the Fundamentalists, for they shall inhibit the earth.
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(it is much easier for women, if they so choose). yeah, right! :rolleyes:
“I never saw so many words compressed into so small an idea.” Abraham Lincoln
I wish I had caught your response earlier, Chief,
** The country is VERY well defended. The Med is VERY well guarded… **
One and a half years, and counting.
I bled a little the first two times, but it hurt to have sex more often than not until I had sex therapy, something like 9 years later. (btw, sex therapy was FUN), so I wasn’t really enthusiastic about sex for many years. Even after therapy I didn’t feel any particular urge to have sex regularly. It was wonderful, but not crucial.
But sometime in the year before my divorce (maybe because I stopped taking BC) my libido shot way up. Then we stopped having sex (actually I was glad about that) Then we got a divorce. Now I’m stuck with these massive cravings that ahem certain activities barely blunt. This would be easier if I could walk into a bar and screw the first guy that I liked and vice versa. But I don’t have that in me - I need to know and like a guy before I can allow him access to my body. I’d do a buddy f*** but I don’t have any male friends that qualify.
Maybe I should do a tour like Satan nearly did. 
I do not merely dance. I bewitch. I seduce. I enchant and I bewilder. Throw money.
(Gee, Wally must have seen me dance!)
Hey Connor - I don’t like steak, and I’m a virgin. I gotta say, that site did little for me.
800 years.
It seems like it anyway. Actually it’s been just about five years and counting. So much for college life. The thing I miss most is not the act itself but the closeness and intimacy associated with it. 