Seven.
The number stared at me. I didn’t even have to think about it. Church Boy and I had asked each other, and he knew he was “lucky number seven.” But now here I was, sitting in the waiting room at the doctor’s office and the questions on the forms made me cringe.
How many partners have you had in your lifetime? Seven.
How many partners have you had in the past 12 months? Hmm. Church Boy, Nice Guy, He Who Shall Not Be Named. Three. Three’s not so bad, I’m okay with three. Oh wait. Shit, I forgot one, THAT guy, whats-his-name. Oh man, how did I let that one slip in–literally? Fuck….Four. The number is four!
How did this happen? Well I KNOW how it happened…I just don’t know how I LET it happen.
You see, when your total number is 7 (and at 25, I think that’s a respectable number, considering I lost the V Card started discovering awesomeness at 17) and you’ve slept with 4 in the past 12 months–and I’m no math major– but that means in the past year I have slept with more than 50% of the total guys I’ve been with.
I had a boyfriend for four and half years!!! My number should be like 2!
Ok, it’s time for an intensive analysis..or more appropriately–a “What the hell was I thinking?” moment.
1) The Asshole. I’ve told that story, don’t need to tell it again. I wasn’t thinking, I just wanted to get it over with.
2) The One nighter. I went to a women’s college (you know, one of the seven sisters) so there was slim pickings when it came to men. As in, if it had a penis, i was most likely interested. This guy fit that description. I regretted it immediately, as it almost cost me my friendship with The Ex.
3) The Ex. After being friends for two years, and dating for 10 months, we finally did it. It took us a while to get used to it. I had only had sex three times and he was a virgin. But through four and half years of dating, we managed to get the hang of it ; )
4) He Who Shall Not Be Named. I used to say that I regretted this notch on the bed post. But I can say that I don’t anymore. He may have been a bonafide player, and I his innocent unsuspecting prey, but at the same time, he helped believe that I could fall for someone other than The Ex…well until he ultimately played me and shattered my faith in humanity and made me believe all men lack decency.
5) The Doctor. ARGH! he pushed my number to FOUR (in the past 12 months) fucker! After I told He Who Shall Not Be Named to take a hike because I wasn’t going to be sleeping with him while he dated other girls, I met Doctor at a bar (that should have been the first red flag, huh?) I still beat myself over the head about this one simply because I found this guy boring, greasy and lame. How dare he take spot #5! This was truly a non-thinking moment.
6) Nice Guy. Nice Guy was the pity fuck. I met him a month after ending it with He Who Shall Not Be Named and The Doctor and I was through with being treated like shit. I wanted to break it off with Nice Guy after the fifth date, but I had already slept with him and felt bad ending it when he really really liked me. The pityness lasted four months–it helped that he had a really big…you know.
7) Church Boy. Lucky number seven. I may not be completely head over heels all the time. I may be extremely cautious. I may be wary. But he’s restored my faith in men. He’s made me believe a man can be a man, and still be kind and caring and make you feel special. I can honestly say we have had some awesome sex and for the most part, I enjoy spending time with him. My feelings ebb and flow, but it’s a great feeling to feel safe with the guy you’re sleeping with.
And that is why he is lucky number seven.
Filed under: Church boy, Dating/Relationships, Health/Exercise, Men, Sex, The Ex, love
I just re-read your About Me section. You were in a relationship from age 15 until last year, right?
You’re 25, and imho, doing just what you should be doing in your mid-20s when you aren’t married! You don’t give your heart or anything else away precipitously, but you are exploring your options and healthy relationships.
Those kind of questions on a medical form are annoying, but you answered honestly and have absolutely nothing of which to be ashamed!
PS Lucky number seven is definitely lucky!!! And, it’s great that you feel safe with him!
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PPS Think it’s funny that we both went to one of the Seven Sisters
That is a really hot picture! Got my attention in my google reader before I even saw the title.
Lucky number seven should make all the others worth it…to get to him you had to go through all of them.
Is it wrong that sometimes I feel my number should be higher than two for my age?
I don’t think seven is a bad number at all.
Me? I have four. One of them was a long-term relationship. The other three happened in the past year. I don’t think I should push myself to three MORE in the next year though.
Seven is a very small number compared with my friend who shall remain nameless. I believe her number is 37.
If it took seven to get there, then seven is perfect.
and who doesnt have at least one the wish the could scrub off the list?
Seven really isn’t bad. One of my best friends is our age and she’s had 20.
That’s a 2. With a 0. And another 0.
Needless to say I wear rubber gloves when I’m around here.
Also, I just want to say that I love reading over your experiences with Church Boy.I was here when you said “I’ll never be one of THOSE girls” – and despite the fact that you have a boyfriend now, you show the raw honesty of it all. It’s not always rainbows and sunshine….