Freedom on the 4th of July!

So there I was, sitting and sipping and chatting and laughing with a group of young, hip, smart young 'uns.

Backgrounder:
A friend's going to Cornell so he invited me over to a pub and inspite of my diet program which I've just joined, I went - it was an 'adios amigos' kinda thing. He was there with his newest girl friend, joined later by girl friend's friend and girl friend's friend's boy friend. Phew!

"So how many men have you slept with?" By now, I'm so jaded with this question that keeps popping up. "So how old are you?" is yet another.

I'm left wondering and I still wonder what the hell's the matter with guys! Young guys, or let's just say, guys younger than I. What's the itch dude to know these numbers? So crucial to a good, fun, platonic and heartfelt relationship called friendship? I don't go around asking the guy how old he is or how much he makes or how tall, short, fat, size of appendage (you know what I'm talking about or back in some parts of the world it's also known as the 'one-eyed snake'), number of hairs, number of French kisses he's experienced and so on! Then why this burning curiosity?

To openly discuss someone's sex life, number of people you've bedded and so on is probably the 'new age' hedonism aka (also known as) 'being cool, hip, with it and having an attitude'.

Or maybe it's just liberation! (Old fogeys like me don't speak this language no more!)

I need some education! I definitely need some thought control. I need to get 'with it' and 'get into the groove' and 'let's talk about sex baby'.

Tutors anyone?

Nah!