“You know what I love?
Occasional sex.
Not regular sex. No, no, no. Regular sex is for people with emotional intelligence and throw pillows. I like occasional sex. Sex so rare and confusing that it feels less like romance and more like a car crash — except you’re both drunk and consenting, and someone cries after.”
Honest, awkward truths of being an older man in the bedroom — blending physical comedy, sharp observations, and reflections on aging masculinity, long-term relationships, dating, health, and technology.
Truth bombs dressed up as jokes, self-loathing wrapped in charm, and absolutely no concern for the comfort of the audience.