*raises hand*

Wanna know the funny part? I was a virgin in a university for interpreters and translators. 90% girls, and of the remaining guys most are gay. In my year we were three straight guys.

I did nothing for two years, then got into a long-term, monogamous relationship that lasted five years. If I could go back I'd slap myself so hard young-me's head would spin clean around.

There is a positive side to this, however: it's SO. MUCH. EASIER to be sexually adventurous when you're in your thirties.

You're not automatically assumed to be a horny asshole by any female in your vicinity.

You're assumed to be well outside your stupid years (regardless of whether it's true).

You know how to take care of your appearance enough that you don't look like a complete dork all the time.

You are yourself more confident, and this does wonders all by itself - women actually hit on you now, at least occasionally, and your flirting attempts are sometimes met with genuine pleasure instead of the ill-concealed disgust they used to generate.

Most importantly, you can choose whether to be mature or childish according to your whims, whereas you can't help but be a dumb post-teen in your early twenties. This translates into being able to blend in among younger, more adventurous crowds while retaining the ability to make rational decisions.

Last but not least, you're in the age where a woman a few years older can go for you without looking like a cougar, so your range expands to a full two decades (or thereabouts).

Conclusion: ever since my relationship ended I've been having the sexual time of my life. I don't do one-night-stands out of principle, but I very gladly do friendships-with-benefits, and they tend to last long enough that at one time I had four concurrent ones going, and in one glorious day I completely coincidentally had sex with three of them hours apart.

I've been single for the past six years, and the longest I've had without sex was a month and a half - and even then only because a) I'd gone to live in another country, and b) the first two girls I hooked up with in the new city were absolutely insane.

And I assure you I'm no hunk; I'm not very muscular and I even have a bit of a flab, a result of a lack of exercise I hope to fix soon.

I'm only now getting into a relationship, but I made it very clear early on to my girlfriend that my adventurousness is a core part of myself and I feel sexual monogamy as an artificial restriction that doesn't belong to me - though I conceded that I might apply a few restrictions intended to avoid interpersonal complications. Result: I'm in an open relationship with a girl who loves me dearly and whom I love in return. Oh, did I mention that she likes the idea of group sex?

Honestly, it doesn't get any better. There's no way in hell I could have achieved any of this when I was in my early twenties.

TL;DR It only gets easier from here, at least until you'll have enough hormones to care. Go nuts.