I have never kept a tally and I never intend to, even though it would be static now that I'm married. I always felt that counting your coitus was kind of ... I dunno ... distasteful, I guess.
I have never kept a tally and I never intend to, even though it would be static now that I'm married. I always felt that counting your coitus was kind of ... I dunno ... distasteful, I guess.
Yeah yeah.. I guess that puts the Lemur in the less than 5 category.
About 75 here, I think. Since I am now 51 and married now and have no ambitions in a certain direction, I guess this tally will remain definitive. I have never regretted a single occasion, in fact I am rather satisfied that I have loved life and women to the max. Like Jesus said: Those who would throw the first stone probably have a splinter in their pants.
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
Mm-hmm, so you haven't kept an exact tally either. Face it, Dutch boy, sexytime with a woman is not meant to be tallied, totaled and trumpeted. It ain't a numbers game.
Besides which, I was raised to believe that a gentleman never tells. That way ladies of taste and style can get their freak on without fear.
I've heard all the excuses before, my dear prosimian.. And your suggestion that a lady of taste would read the hormone-driven debates in the backroom of a gaming forum beggars belief. Proletariat is clearly above that sort of thing.
Go wash your mouth and we shall speak no more of it.![]()
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
dad?
AFAIK I never did Amersfoort...
I 'visited' my polymorphous perversion on many of the neighbouring spots though. Lemme see. Nunspeet - check (Bible-belt is always hawt). Harderwijk - check (horrid beach). Apeldoorn - check (parents had a nice swimming pool). Ede-Wageningen - check (non-vegan girl, thank heaven). So Fragony, certainly some of your friends might be...
Seriously, when I look back at my late teens and my twenties I find it hard to imagine that sex is still beset by taboos and hang-ups in parts of the western world. Taboos and hang-ups that properly belong to peoples who dress in birch bark, paint their arses and worship bearded sky gods. I thought we took care of all that nonsense in the 1970's. I guess AIDS put an end to our brave new orgasm. Though in The Neds there are still enclaves where sex is thoroughly normalized and an integral part of socal life. Remarkably, these are mainly rural areas such as Friesland and Brabant/Limburg. Girls from Brabant are the sweetest, mark my words. But who am I telling? You seem to get around quite a bit yourself.
The bloody trouble is we are only alive when we’re half dead trying to get a paragraph right. - Paul Scott
A man who knows that bible-belt chicks are feisty harpies speaketh the truth. I am not nearly that active by the way, nowhere near the 50+ mark, don't know how much but certainly not that many.
edit, I am from de Veluwe by the way, it all started in Barneveld.
Last edited by Fragony; 08-28-2009 at 12:24.
I thought 5 in a weekend was hardcore :(
I would have ROCKED in the 70's!
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My aim, then, was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. Fear is the beginning of wisdom.
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