No. I'm not kidding Nor am I bragging. Definitely not lying. No, I'm not a rock star or rapper or NBA player.

I am 53 years old, and this last March marked my fourtieth year being sexually active.

That works out to something like low teens per year or less than two a month.

That number is just the ones I've physically been inside of.

I'd guess at least twice that many at least I've done everything but fuck.

I'm very lucky. Aside from chlamydia and HPV back in the nineties, I've been blessed.

I was not always careful, but definitely never into random sex, and I knew all their names and most happened many times. A few ONS, of course.

I get tested regularly and expect the same from anyone I am with. Having a vasectomy has made it even better.

I'm sure some of you will judge and doubt, but, really, I've always been a deeply sexual being and am not ashamed of my body count at all.

Sure, there are a few I'd rather forget, but I keep and have kept lists from 1-259 and then again after 450 until now. Why? Well, I just didn't for awhile.

People keep asking how this is possible. Good looks and great hair have helped. I also take care of myself, always smell good, am educated and intelligent, and most of all, modest.

I find that women really love funny guys so add a fantastic smile, humor and well-earned confidence, and that's me.

No, I'm not rich.

Ask me anything respectful.