Tell the truth

"The truth is, I've only had sex with one woman before."

He looks at you with abject horror. He takes off his sunglasses, and you see the disgust and pity in his eyes. His jaw is gaping.

"Continue."

"Well, we started dating when we were both 19. We lost our virginities to each other. Then, we drifted apart."

"She got sick of you reading anti-imperialist literature?"

"No, we both had different goals. She broke up with me to follow her career goals. Then I got a job at-"

"Maybe you just can't hang dong."

"You're wrong."

"I'm wrong? I know dong. Before I was diagnosed, I was banging 20 chicks a day. It was very difficult to work when I spent most of my time laying pipe. But jobs back then simply paid better. Wages were worth more than they are today, so it was easy for me to buy a house and a car on a pipe-fitter's salary."

"I'm an excellent fuck. In another timeline I'm on a tropical island fucking the world's most beautiful woman. I can hang dong in the highest tiers.

"I doubt it. And we're not talking about alternate timelines. My alternate self fucks the world's most beautiful woman and her clone, ass to pussy."

"That's just asking for an infection."

"Alright, tell you what. I'll make a bet with you. We each fuck three women at the same time. Then we switch. The women vote on who the better fucker is."

"You're on. What are the stakes?"

"If you win, I'll pay for your gold insurance treatment. If I win you have to introduce me to your ex-girlfriend. And, and you have to watch her drain my balls."

You consider this. There's very little risk here, who knows if you'll even be able to contact her. On the other hand, gold insurance. It seems like a win/win.

"I'll take that bet."

"Name the time and place. We'll settle this once and for all.

You consider your options. You could give yourself more time to gather information and warm up. Or you could get it over with now while he's seemingly unprepared.