Being a sexually active,
(for a given value of active), male of reasonable stamina and density, 7 decades of experience, is, it pains me to
say, a bit on the meh side of the
ledger. That is to say, satisfying but in a been-there done-that, job done, pass
me the towel please, sort of way. Pleasant enough, but...
See, here’s the
thing, most of the aforementioned 7 decades of life have been spent outside of India,
(my present domicile), in more socially uninhibited Hendrixian environs.
Environs that allowed for non-judgmental honesty in which likes and dislikes
could be explored, or at the least considered, especially if there was any sort
of nice-nice bumping going on. Rather more rule oriented, India seems to be.
Scholarly caution
forces me to add that the data (India) gathered for this study were limited to
my age demographic, er, spread, to include a cross section of the class and
economic mass. Any attempts to broaden the age data base have been met with
polite and insultingly judgmental disbelief. However, hope, among other things,
quite often involuntarily, springs.
But, I digress. And
it might happen again, given the philosophical nebulosity that characterizes meh and attempts to quantify it. Pity,
but what to do? It is like that only.
Anyway, as I started
to say, my explorations have led to some conclusions, which, I hasten to add,
are subject to modification and if necessary, and I’m afraid it probably will
be, physical proof of assertions and contradictions.
Conclusion 1 – First time sex
requires an appropriate amount of sidle and when it happens must appear almost
accidental. The direct approach, irrespective of reciprocity of interest, will
be met with affront and a fair degree of thoo
in the body language.
There are, I’m sure, a myriad
reasons, just as I am sure that they all boil down to the notion that post
menopausal women ought not to get horny unless, of course, they are those kinds
of women, nudge, nudge, wink, wink.
Ooopsie, word count
limit, TBC, I guess...