That’s a different question, dealing with the present, not just the history. As a woman, I might have a problem befriending a man who indulges in that kind of turnover (so to speak). Although I wouldn’t make any assumptions, I’d be alert to his attitude toward women. If he objectified them, bragged about his prowess, cared nothing about anyone, I wouldn’t want him as a friend.
I wouldn’t have a problem with it. If I learned that about a friend or potential friend I’m sure I would file that information under “things to remember about this person” and “things that might affect our friendship”, but that’s not to say it would matter very much.
I wonder if the promiscuous people whose mothers died or who were abused as a child are the ones more likely to talk about their exploits or to have their sex life spill over into their social life in memorable ways? I mean I really don’t know, but it seem possible that well-adjusted people who sleep with hundreds of people are just less obvious about it.
For my part, I don’t think I’d be interested in having hundreds of sexual partners. I like sex, and in an ideal world I think I would have had sex often enough that the number of times I’d done it wouldn’t be so different from the people who’d had sex with hundreds of people, I’d just have done it with fewer people. This has not actually been the case, but I’m not that broken up about it.
Don’t see why not. No skin off my nose. Esp. as in this little scenario he/she has apparently been responsible and is not boastful or otherwise preoccupied with their personal habits around me.
If there WERE evidence of irresponsible, harmful behavior towards others and a disregard of said behavior, it might give me pause, because that would speak to the individual’s ethics/morals/character, but as I see nothing wrong with responsible sexual activity among consenting adults, I wouldn’t have a problem being friends with such a person as you describe.
Or if they talked about this aspect of their personal life constantly…a no go for me as far as hanging out with them much goes.
Now, being LOVERS with them is another story.
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Female, 46.
Sure, no worries here. I came of age (or whatever) near the tail end of the '70’s in Southern California, when BC was easily available and we didn’t know that there was anything out there to kill you, besides the odd serial killer. Added to that, I was in theatre and worked at the SoCal Renaissance Pleasure Faire in its wicked, pre-family-friendly days, so I had more opportunities for good dirty fun and fewer reasons not to indulge than many people. So did everyone I knew, including the guy I eventually made an honest man of.
Like Diana G, I find it far more uncomfortable to be around people hald my age who like to talk about being virgins and why they are saving/did save themselves for that one special person. Clearly, they think that being an old long-married lady, I must be in agreement with them. Kids today.