I resent that, Dorothy!
I’m right between twenties and thirties, feel like I’m 18. Average everything. Textbook Caucasian male - 5’10”, 160 lb... Average under the pants... Never work out, but strong and fit anyway - a genetic gift from my dad, I think. Can’t judge my own looks very well. I know an ugly guy when I see one, but less good at picking out a handsome one, especially if it’s in the mirror. (Opposite when it comes to girls.) But I will tell you I’m regularly stopped in public by women (usually over 50) who want to tell me they love my hair and want to know my secret. Which is odd, because although I do wash it and comb it every day, that’s all I do - no “product,” nothing. Occasionally get compliments on my trim red beard as well. Wow, why am I doing this.
Perhaps more to the point, DOROTHY...
I deeply respect women, and have never had or tried to have sex or anything like it with anyone other than my wife. Certainly no “quick bangs.” I respect women of all shapes, sizes, colors, and smiles, and believe they deserve to be treated with a dignity greater than the pubescent cataloguing of their physical attractions or animal drive to copulate. A woman’s appearance is never a factor in my relationship with her. Even though I’m young.
(I’m still young, right?!? Please??)