It's not a numbers game to me; I don't do it for notches on the headboard. It fulfills a missing part of my civie life and my only goal is to properly enjoy myself before it's too late and I pop my clogs so to speak.
Fwiw, I think this is a brilliant thread, OP; thanks for posting it - it seems to have triggered off similar thoughts in quite a lot of us.
For example, I can identify with what you say here, Waterhouse. I've slowed down quite a bit in the last 18 months/2 years, but after the OH pissed off in 2003, it took me about 20 months before driving round the northern half of Greater Manchester with the Evening News on the passenger seat open at the Massage Parlours' small adverts page, trying to locate one of them - any one would do! - where I could, hopefully have my first shag in probably 15 years since the OH turned the tap off.*
I had no intention - still haven't! - of entering another Civvy relationship, but punting hasn't just filled a physical void in my life. I'm sure I'm a lot more relaxed around women in general than the pre-punting HA ever was, to the extent that if I set my mind to it, I'm confident that, even at 73, I could probably 'pull' one of the increasing number of attractive widows in the 60-70 age range. And any young bucks who find that last sentence amusing should remember the adage, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." As well as its blunter equivalent, "Many a good time played on an old fiddle."
So I approach the 15th anniversary of my first punt with a spring in my step and the belief that after the best part of two years, I think I recently auditioned a successful candidate for the vacant post of HA's Regular!
To quote a comedian's catchphrase from the 1980s, "That'll do for me, Tommy!"
* @ Metalgear I hope this explains what I meant when I used the phrase "making up for lost time" which seemed to perplex you two or three days ago.