I am older and boring but occasionally like to think back on my University adventures and really need to practice my writing ability (this counts as work, right?) So therefore, enjoy this old story about when I had less brains and more libido. This is the story of how I figured out that I actually DO have a hard limit of how many times I can get it up.
This story occurred not too long after I started graduate school I would have been about 23. Now I am a pretty average person, I would say my best feature is my eyes. I was a nerdy kid who was never in great shape. Now that I am older and married I am really out of shape. But there was a short period of time in graduate school when someone told me the best way to deal with stress and depression was to exercise. Therefore, I started running 10 miles at a time and going to the gym nightly. Needless to say, this had a distinct advantage on my sex life at the time.