None whatsoever, still a virgin. And I'm kinda glad, I think.
I have no problems flirting and getting hit on by women, but once it comes to that pivotal moment I just freeze up. Ethical, moral and 'What if' questions race through my brain and I end up standing there going 'holy shit holy fuck what do I do?'. And I end up disappointing a lot of women with my reluctance to copulate.
But I remember one time I had this very pretty young lady over at my place; one of those shy, quiet types. Led her to my room to show her my sketches, sat and chatted on my bed before telling her I have to go to the bathroom. As soon as I got out of the Loo after a shower and a nice poop, I saw her on my bed wearing only her underwear.
I stared and blinked a few times before asking her what she was doing. "You brought me here for this, right? ...isn't this how it goes?" was her quiet reply. I smiled and approached her, a maelstrom of male excitement roaring inside me. I could see the nervousness in her eyes, I remember her hinting she was a virgin. Gently holding her hand, I kissed her forehead.
"Save it for the man who means the world to you. You are too precious for this." I told her, smiling sadly. And to see her face light up in a sweet, radiant smile is better than any lovemaking I can imagine.
Arrrgh I'm too nice for my own good. Sigh.