So last night I got to talking to Jersey about my number. My number as in the number of sexual partners I have had in my lifetime. So, I'm going to put it out there and just tell everyone that my number is 8. Jersey says that 8 is the average number for women in America. So, it is safe to assume that by the time I actually find the guy I'm going to marry I will be well above 8.
In our Sex and the City generation...does the number really matter anymore as long as I'm safe? Do people really still put a lot of stock in that as a signifier of someone's moral compass? I have had 1 one night stand...it was last December...and that is a story for another blog but other than that I have been pretty judicious about who I sleep with. I was also with the same person for 3 years...so that has to say something for me.
So, whats your number? Is that even something you think about when you are dating someone new? I have to admit that going into the double digits does kind of freak me out. Where does it end? I also wonder how people who don't have sex really KNOW that is the person they want to be with. this kind of puts me in a sticky situation because well, on one side, I want to be a good girl and hold out...not be used...but on the other side I'm really just dieing to find someone who not only loves me but wants to rip my clothes off 95% of the time we are together. To me, sex is a super important part of a relationship...(not the MOST important...but...you know). It needs to be compatible and enjoyable for all parties. If I'm trying to decide if this is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, well, the sex had better at least be decent if not down right spectacular. I do think it is a sure sign of how well a relationship will work out. Case in point: Buddy. He never got off...never pulled the trigger...never actually DID anything (well, he did something for me...haha)... Kinda speaks volumes for his life OUTSIDE the bedroom. Right? Right? Makes sense to me.