For some reason your comment and the part you highlighted are reminding me of Sting.

Okay, so rock urband legend story.

Sting was on a bus or a plane or something with a bunch of fellow performers/roadies, what have you. I don't remember the specifics, but think the proverbial locker room environment.

They started swapping sexual exploit stories. As you do.

All these guys are taking the mickey out of Sting because he's loyal to and deeply in love with his wife. Not to mention being very in tune with each other and sexually compatible.

Sting says something to the tune of, "why would I chase empty sex just to rack up numbers when I can go home and make love to my wife for 8 hours."

Snap.

So there's some scoffing and hemming and hawing and all that jazz. As men do.

Someone close to him who was actually privy to being in the know, like a manager or something, piped up to the tune of, "Naw. Ever since they got into tantric yoga they literally fuck for hours. Hours and hours of fucking."

You gotta know to clap back effectively at moronic sheeple if you expect to have ever have any peace in life.