Its probably the question weighing on the mind of every person that begins to pass from the initial stages of a relationship to the stage when they begin to see their partner as a potential long term.

How many people have you had sex with? Or "what's your number?" as many of the members of my generation tend to phrase it.

In my younger years I would ponder this question, all the while hoping secretly that the number was low. Then probing and probing until she finally told me, usually leading to a disapointing answer, followed by a period of un-called-for sulking and envious inadequacy.

Nowadays, I still ask the question, more to gauge the girl's sexual experience than out of feelings of inadequacy. Most women seem to hate answering it (probably in fear of having her guy think less of her).

So...should this be something that should be discussed? Or should you let the past remain in the past?

Do you like to know? Or would you rather remain in the dark?

Are you up-front and truthful? Or do you tend to "embelish" in order to make your number smaller or larger?

Does the answer affect how you think about your partner?

I think as a woman's number gets higher, she starts to 'black out' certain experiences in her own mind to keep her number lower and see what she can avoid counting as something that increases her number (ie. Clinton's "I did not have sex with that woman" philosophy). And, even on a personal level, in so far as being bisexual, I don't even count female sex partners (those are freebies to me! LOL).

I think in the end, for those who keep track, you just end up with women lying to keep her numbers low, and men inflating to make themselves look like a stud. I'm not sure how meaningful these numbers end up being after the official stats have been rearranged.

Even among my female friends who have nothing to hide from me, many of them don't really count new partners anymore, they just have a broader range ie. under 20, under 50, over 50, or over 100.

I'm not even sure what's considered 'low mileage' vs 'high mileage' anymore...

I used to ask in my younger years (and no guy would ever agree to tell me once they hit their university years).

I'm not so concerned about numbers (provided they've led a 'safe sex' kind of lifestyle), but I do like hearing about sexual adventures and crazy sex stories from my partner's past because I find it hot to listen to those 'tales from the vault'... Quality over quantity has always been what's interested me. And that philosophy can be applied to my own 'number' as well.

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Yeah gotta agree with Ice on this one for sure.

Me too! I think we might be the minority for that one though.

That's group sex, isn't it? Rosie Palm and her five daughters?

I think the kind of morbid curiousity that causes someone to ask their new love/lust intrest how may people they have fucked is tantamount to a disaster film. No good will come of it. Especially if it is the guy asking, because w usually ask for all the wrong reasons. Guys .... DON'T DO IT. You like each other or you dont, as for the rest, all I can say is "bygones".

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thanks for the chuckle babes

I was actually thinking about the exact same thing when I made this thread.

"You've sucked thirty six dicks!?"

One of my favorite movies of all-time. That movie has actually helped me through quite a lot since I first saw it back in 1995.

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"Nos laetus epulor qui would domito nos. (We gladly feast on those who would subdue us.)"
"Nil satis nisi optimum. (Nothing but the best will do.)"
"I hate it when things don't go my way. It makes me so...horny." - Sarah Michelle Gellar (Kathryn, Cruel Intentions)
"Sex is just alone time with someone else there." - Taint on The Lex And Terry Show, 11/11/09
"Stupidity isn't a crime, so you're free to go."
"I am The Devil, too. There can only be one devil. One of us must go." - Ozzy Osbourne at the end of his cover of "Sympathy For The Devil"
"Your ego is not your amigo." - Nikki Sixx, The Heroin Diaries
"It's my world. I'm just letting you live here." - Mandy, The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy

The number doesn't really matter to me. I don't ask, and no one has ever freely volunteered. I'm sure most would be higher than mine, and I guess I would prefer imagining him still within the double digits. But there is no number that would be a deal breaker for me.

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As long as it's more than 0, I think I'm good not knowing. How good he can work it is what matters, not how many he's worked before me.

But if I found out it was a lot, then we could probably have a good time swapping some stories. ;)

After our third 'date'...when she stopped by my house after work one afternoon (to see where and how I lived)...driving to her parent's house to pick up her two young children, this thirty nine year old woman...popped the Number Question to me, after she'd just spent 90 minutes (when she meant to spend just 5 minutes) engaged in all manner of hetero carnal deviance with me at a few locations in my crib.

She was a prettier, slightly more slender version of Ellen DeGeneres (in Ellen's best looking years).

She'd just performed combined acts of felching, Rusty Trombone, Cincinnati Bowtie, enjoyed a pearl necklace and begged me to give her a golden shower, near my pool.

Something told me that she was not The One I wanted to take home to meet my parents...as I finished spraying semen in her face and gawping mouth.

So, when she asked me what my Number was, I inflated it by 100, instead of my customary lying and dropping it down to some number between 8 and 20 (depending on how much I thought 'she' might be worthy a longer haul run at the theatres...so-to-speak).

I'll never forget the look on Debra's face, as she was all smiles and grins and lustful eyes in the moment of edging towards asking me...and the complete shock on her face...just after the syllables rained from my lips in a flippant, matter-of-fact manner.

She was speechless and looked as if I'd just slapped her with a sock full of steel washers. Ten minutes later she was just starting to come around as she mumbled something like..."Well, you know you're invited to come by this weekend and meet my little ones."

She tried to produce a phony smile as I opened the front door and let her out...

We only lasted 8 weeks...not even close to 9 and 1/2.

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next to rousing his conscience, is - not to give him things
to think about, but to wake things up that are in him...
to make him think things for himself - George MacDonald

Swapping stories after popping the number question is the best. Always leads to fun "I just found out you're such a hoe" sex.

(Hoe in an endearing way)

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next to rousing his conscience, is - not to give him things
to think about, but to wake things up that are in him...
to make him think things for himself - George MacDonald