The Number

First, apologies for missing Thursday's entry. Was out of town and away from a computer. But MAN, I see things got a little crazy. Wish I could've done a better job of referee-ing that one. Sorry, Lynn. But from here on out, a gentle reminder to think of this blog like your favorite bar. If you're not nice to the other bargoers, the bouncer's going to have to kick you out. :o)


Moving on...

So, during my adventures this weekend, I was talking to my friends McConnell and Felice about our Numbers.

Not phone numbers.

The Number of guys we've slept with at this point in our lives. Now, don't get all judgemental, folks, none of us have alarming digits. But in discussing The Number, we realized it's been a long time since anyone had brought up the topic -- girls or guys.

Which led us to the question: At a certain age -- say late 20s, early 30s -- do we not want to know people's Number anymore?

Let me rewind a minute. Back in college, I specifically remember asking ex-boyfriends about how many women they had slept with. They'd walk me through their list of escapades (The First, the Psycho Second, the Heartbreaking Third, etc.).

McConnell and Felice remembered having similar conversations.

But we all agreed that we would NEVER want to bring it up now.

Not because we are careless -- of course we ask about safety and if they're clean, etc. It's just that these days, it would seem so sophomoric to be asking people how many people they've been with.

And shouldn't we assume that any single, regularly dating, non-saving-it-for marriage 20 or 30-something has had their share of experiences by now?

If I were forced to guess, I'd say any average single person in our age bracket has a Number ranging from 3 to 25.

But anything beyond that, I don't need more information.

At some point, I think we all realize that actions speak louder than numbers in bed.