"Sorry, Jen. I'm just not in the mood."

There's an old adage that states: "No matter how hot a woman is, there's a guy who's tired of having sex with her." Personally, I've never believed it, dismissing it as a cop-out for those dudes who can't land the premium trim. Of course, I haven't been married with kids in a small New Jersey suburb for the past twenty-five years, either. I base my belief solely on the fact that personally, my eagerness to continue to have sex with a woman is precisely proportionate to how hot she is; some former Kenettes were every bit as hard-on inducing by month twenty-four as they were the first time they headlocked me.

Of course, the only place this doesn't seem to apply is Hollywood. When you can reach a stage in your life in which you can actually get bored of Jennifer Aniston sitting on your face, you've clearly passed on to a higher plane of existance; one that mere mortals like myself can only aspire to. Brad Pitt, I salute you.