do i need a therapist or do they?

last night after work, and the gym, i went home prepared to stay in and go to bed on time, but of course that didn't happen. my roommates (mind you they are both in the process of finding an job, which means no worry about waking up god awful early like myself), decided they were gonna go out to some little club in midtown called "escualitas" or something of the sort. i initially had no desire to go because i have been there and had no interest really in the little queens that go there to vogue normally. but then as i found out that most of my friends were going, i got dressed and tagged along. surprisingly the club had many cute boys, and tall for that matter! - I have found that in New York the population of tall, men is seemingly null and void, i think the average height here is like 5'8- Anyways... the place was highlighted by these two beautiful male go-go dancers! too hot for words! my friends and i swooned over them between our dances, when we needed breaks. I was dancing so hard my knees still hurt from the "dutty wind" lol. the night was overall fairly fun, attractive men, a drag show to whitney houston, a vogue and hip hop dance competition, and good music, what else can one ask for?
On the way home at about 4:30 in the morning we were having a discussion on the train and all of my friends seemed to be so aroused by the go go dancers. now i thought they were really hot, and i swooned just as much if not more than they did but i wasn't really aroused by the idea of having sex with these men. they were all hot and bothered, wanting to just take these men on where they stood. I on the other hand was just fine slipping a dollar in the dancers underwear and smiling at him. like admiring a work of art, and in my mind their bodies were works of art. but for my friends they wanted more... they wanted every part of these men... they wanted, rough, rugged, raunchy... you figure out the rest:) when i hold them that i didn't share this urge, they looked at me like i was crazy. granted, they know me well enough to expect something like that from me, but they proceeded to tell me that i needed to see a psychiatrist. apparently i have some kind of problem... andre's words were "you have the soul of a 40 year old white woman!" lol.
I have had sex a few times before, forcing myself to try it i wanted to see what the hype was all about, but i have never truly been amazed by it. i have come to the realization that in order to love sex, i am going to have to be with someone i love, or care very deeply about. not some random, attractive guy. so the question is... is this normal that my sex drive isn't really through the roof like most of my peers? should i desire to have raw... passionate... sex... with random attractive guys? i don't know... i probably do have some kind of emotional issue tied, in one way or another, to my views on sex, but should that stop my sex drive?do my friends have too much sexual desire? are they the ones who need the help? how would i rather be? .... hmmm... who knows?:)