My "asexuality" emerged slowly over the course of many years.

For me, it's a matter of sex genuinely not being something I think about or pursue. When I'm talking to an attractive woman, I just don't care about that. I don't think I've have a standard male sex drive in about eight years. It used to be more typical, but sex slowly began seeming less & less interesting and enjoyable as time went on. Sort of parallel to how a sexual fetish emerges. Slowly, then suddenly.

I started realizing that, for me, it was such a hassle. I didn't enjoy anything surrounding the sexual process. I didn't enjoy monogamous romance. I didn't enjoy anything about the "courting process". I don't particularly enjoy sex while it's happening. It feels silly, it feels tiring, it feels boring.

I feel attraction, but that attraction doesn't translate to an urge to fuck. It's more of a desire to simply spend time with someone, get to know someone, experience things together.

I still find myself having sex occasionally because sometimes it beats doing nothing. And it's okay when it happens in the situations I find myself in now, where it isn't some obnoxiously romantic monogamy with a thousand strings and expectations attached. But I only like it the way I like eating a mango or something. It's just not important to me. No planning or effort or preemptive thought goes into it whatsoever.

So, at least in my case, "asexual" doesn't mean I never want to have sex again, or I am incapable of having sex, or that it's not possible for me to enjoy it at least vaguely. It just means than its not something that takes up any portion of my thought. I wouldn't care at all if it never happened again. Just like I wouldn't particularly care if I never ate a mango again.