You're 26. It's late Saturday night. You've been cooped up all week. You're wound up, and need a release. On TV are only total gym ads. Your partner is warm, coiled, and ready to spring. Your hormones are tingling through out your body. Do you really think you're going to have a rousing game of Monopoly?
For God's sake, we're Boomers. How in the hell do you think we got here.