2 or 3. Since I love to label people & experiences, let’s take a trip to the bedroom while a sexing is in progress. In 2 or 3 cases, I had what I call ‘Spielbergs’. Why that label? Because they just couldn’t shut up & stop directing - “move your hips around”; “ok, now lift the leg this way”; “you can touch there for only a few seconds”; “oh, you doing that reminds me of my ex”; “I’m so embarrassed how these sheets look” - and on & on. They talk so much it takes all concentration to finish the job - something which should be fun becomes an ordeal. Thus, the Spielbergs, 2 or 3.
What kind of pudding?
What kind do you want?
Chocolate. Or peanut butter with choco chips in it. That sounds good.
I have directed the flying monkeys to deliver a bowl of each, along with a mojo-increasing amulet I’ll need you to give to Mitt Romney during the Republican National Convention; I need his charisma increased.
Erm. No deal, no deal. :: waves hands ::
You do know I’m an exmormon, right? I’d sooner gnaw my own foot off than lift a finger to increase Mittens’ mojo or charisma, or much of anything really. I’m also a dog lover. Strike two for Mittens. And a woman who prefers not to birth any babies. Strike three. I’m out.
BTW, to answer the OP, I’d say probably something like 90% of my sexual partners I regret. If I had known how terrible most men are at foreplay (and taking instruction), I probably wouldn’t have agreed to sleep with most of them in the first place. I rarely ever felt used or cheap or anything like that, just … cheated.
There is one I can’t decide if I regret or not. On the one hand the sex was awesome. On the other hand she was freaking nuts. I guess since she didn’t boil a rabbit, I should put her in the “don’t regret” column.
There’s a handful that I have no idea what I was thinking. Call it 2%.
I, too, only regret the ones I *didn’t *sleep with. I’ve missed a couple of golden opportunities that I kicked myself over later.
But I had my fun when I was younger and I can’t say I regret any of it. There’s been nobody else since I met my lovely wife 18 years ago, and I don’t regret that either.