I made a list before I was married. It was a bit of the philosophical thing plus a little bit of trying to figure it out because one of my married friends thought that I had the craziest stories (I had a few, but I didn’t think they were all that crazy). I don’t remember how many were on and several were nicknames instead of actual names. It was all written out on a spiral notebook that became destined for the trash when I got married.
I’m a 7.
I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 28 and had been married two years.
I had a bad case of vaginismus that required physical therapy and a lot of trust-building to overcome.
To my recollection, no history of abuse. I honestly believe it was maiesiophobia and fear of the initial pain. The first six months of my sex life were horrifying, then my body got the idea. I’m still very sensitive. My husband is very patient and kind about it. Not too many men would have stuck around.
I wasn’t aware that I had to get their names.
Hover the cursor over a cell.
Left click to select
Then right click to load popup menu
Choose “cut” or “copy”
Hover over different cell
Then right click to load popup menu
Choose “paste”
Or, if you’re whooshing me, :smack:
Vague descriptions are acceptable.
Like “cool chick from Nyack with the big knockers”
No formal list for me, but the list would be pretty small anyways.
I could buy a hamburger.
Dammit! Don’t leave us in suspense. With or without cheese!
Count both hands as well and order fries!
I could buy a regular hamburger from a sit-down restaurant, with fries. No bacon or vegetables. 
And no, I’ve never made a list. Don’t need to. I did once try to help my sister make a list but we lost track (When we were teens she had mental problems and lots of medications that made her even worse - she basically became a narcoleptic nymphomaniac. If she wan’t sleeping, she was screwing).
I did because a friend was lamenting that he was stuck on 13 and that was why he was having such bad luck currently. So I made a list to make sure I was also not on 13.
For me:
- Yes because I was feeling sort of philosophical, thinking about my life and how it has gotten to where it is
It’s an interesting list and I’ve rated them all. As for the bonus question, no, I don’t have a list of the ones that got away.
I tend to go by the old philosophy of “almost” only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades. I don’t ascribe any real value to “almost” lays, shit with the large number of drunken near-sex acts from the ages of 16-30 or so I can legitimately say I have no hope of ever remembering even a portion of them. As heavily as I drank and whored in my youth I consider myself pretty fortunate I remember every woman I ever went to bed with (but sometimes I don’t remember the sex itself.)
I think for most men this category would basically encompass virtually every woman they’ve ever seen or spoken to in their entire lives.
There were some I literally never even saw.
Yes and it was depressing.
Nope, I can recall all of them easily. Not as many as I guess it’d like it to be, but that love-life history got me to the place I am now with someone amazing, so I wouldn’t want to change the past as it’d probably mean I wouldn’t end up with her.
That’s the part I find funny. It’s sort of like trying to remember every food I’ve ever eaten, or every book I’ve read. It’s an impossible task, remembering every woman I’ve ever seriously WANTED to have sex with, but even the task of remembering ever woman I felt I had a reasonable shot at having sex with is pretty daunting.
This eliminates most of the women I’ve had crushes on (being either celebs, or women I never had a shot at–I haven’t included the camp counselor I was crazy about when I was a camper, for example. because the four year difference in our ages made her as unapproachable as Marilyn Monroe). It’s not as if I’m confused between the women I’ve had sex with and the women I’ve wanted to have sex with–it’s just that the first list numbers in the dozens (hey, I was married for twenty years) and I’m filling it in so I may get up to some number like 40 or 60 if I remember everyone, but it’s a finite list. The fun is filling in from memory the other, longer list–that’s pretty near impossible, I agree.
Yes, but my pen ran out of ink. Then I ran out of pens. Then, notebooks. Then I started to feel kind of weird about myself. Then I got really itchy and sort of paranoid. Then sleepy.
Nothing so extravagant as Chili’s, but definitely a high-end fast food one, with cheese.
That’s actually if I had a dollar for each one I did the deed with.
If I was to enumerate all the ones I had a serious legitimate chance to do it with and either chose not to, or was too young and clueless to realize it, then I could probably buy myself and a buddy each a burger, fries and a beer.
I stopped onces I realized there were a handful that I. just. can’t. remember. their. names. And it bugged the hell out of me.
- I once started one, then got to a point where I asked, “Why am I doing this? Who the fuck cares?” and threw it away.