"So I creep around..."

The last time I tried this online dating thing (spring of last year), there was a cute guy I started chatting with through the site's email.  At first it was harmless, talking about things that make us nerdy.  For instance, I said that in junior high I read the V.C. Andrews books while also reading Edna St. Vincent Millay, and in high school, I was the girl that read her entire English Lit book on purpose.  Then I mentioned that I fall asleep listening to Mozart.  So he asked if I masturbated to Mozart, too.

I tried to casually change the subject and that's when this guy started going off on a tirade about how women have such hang-ups about sex.  So I pointed out to him that I'm a Scorpio (the most sensual and sexual of the 12 astrological signs) and that I've had a great sex life (you know, back when I still had one), so no, I don't have a hang-up about sex...

Until some dude that I've never met in person, let alone even spoken to on the phone, starts asking about my masturbatory habits.

Really?

I don't know you, I couldn't pick you out from a police line-up, I have no idea what your future goals are in life, what you want out of a relationship, what you wish for you when you throw coins into a fountain, but sure, let's start talking about sex. 

I'm not here for booty, calls, casual sex, or to talk dirty to you.  I'm not going to tell you what color panties I'm wearing and I'm not sending you nude photos.  If you're serious about wanting to get to know me, get to know me, not my vagina.

If the chemistry is right and we decide to meet in person, and things go well from there, all the sexual stuff will fall into place when the time is right.  But not talking about sex right away doesn't make me a prude and it doesn't mean I have hang-ups about sex, it means I'm saving the good stuff for later.

ETA: While browsing through the site where I met the aforementioned creepy guy, whose profile should I come across but his?  Apparently he's still looking for love.  Why am I not surprised?