You want an honest answer? Fine then. In a typical year, I have sex at least 365 times. With the talented Ms. Palm and her five lovely daughters. All at the same time.
Apart from those regular incestuous sevensomes, I had a one-night-stand on New Year’s 2003-04, and…ummm…that’s about it. So since my first time, I’ve maintained an average of something like 0.333 per year.
Not in a relationship but I have a friend who takes care of my needs and I take care of hers until either of us are in a relationship. One or two times a week for three weeks a month.
You say that like you’re apologizing. I’m just impressed by that guy. The last time I could’ve done something like that was maybe when I was 16. Of course, back then, I couldn’t have gotten laid to save my life.
Enough of this bragging. In the thirty-odd years since I became aware of the issue, I have had one sexual partner. That works out to about 0.03 partners per year.
And I never even heard the expression “friends with benefits” until I started hanging out on the Dope. Maybe it’s something Torontonians my age don’t do, or something.
Well if you note my location I’m 3000 miles (acually more like 3500) away from my SO, so all I can think about is the sex I’m not getting. I’d have to clear it with said SO. And he’d probably want pictures .
Other than once, when I shamelessly IM flirted with a godess, got all hot and bothered, took a $200 taxi ride to Narita from Tokyo in order to grab the first plane to New Zeland, took the only seat available, a full fare business class ticket, was met at the airport by the same sex godess, and with both of us too horny to wait, paid a taxi driver $300 to not look in the back seat. How can one forget having sex 17 times in 48 hours? It look three weeks for the skin to grow back – damn that was embarassing to have to explain that one to the doctor. (He’s publishing this case in a journal somewhere.) And how did you learn how to do what you called your “Little Squeek” or the “Back Stroke Crossover with a Twist.” I thought I was experienced, but damn!
The 3:00 am romp in front of Parliment was fun, but being taken to the police station wasn’t. Looking back, great things can only go on for so long.
Unless, of course, you’re a guy, then it may have been someone else.