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How Many Sexual Partners Have You Had?

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“How many people have you slept with?” he asked me.

I will never forget that night. I was in college and had been exclusively dating a man I'd met a few weeks prior. That night, we'd been watching television and eating ice cream when the conversation had turned to our sexual history.

I don't remember how it came up, and the question made me feel a little apprehensive, though at the same time, it felt really exciting to violate that taboo and share so much of myself with someone else.

Six weeks prior, I'd been in my apartment – blogging naked, of course – when I'd heard a loud banging on the door. Livid at the disturbance, I'd flung my door open and demanded to know what the intruder wanted, only to find he was knocking on the door across the hall from me.

“What do you want?” I demanded, standing stark naked at my door.

“Uh...” he'd tried so hard to keep his eyes on my face. “I'm looking for Jennifer.”

“Well, she doesn't seem to be in, does she?” I asked, coldly. “I doubt knocking loudly is going to make her materialize.”

I closed the door.

Then it occurred to me that there was a gorgeous man in the hallway outside my door.

“Hey,” I said as I opened the door again. He was still standing there, facing my door like he'd been frozen in place.

“Would you like to come in?”

He had. We'd been joined at the hip since.

And now here we were, lounging and chain smoking and his cold blue eyes were on me.

“How many?” I asked rhetorically. I'd had a list in high school and remembered the number. I added the partners I could remember since then.

Then I told him.

He freaked out. Eventually, it would come out he'd only been with six women, and the first had been a sex worker with whom he'd only spent twenty minutes – his emphasis, not mine. I found that last bit fascinating: on the one hand, I had never heard a man confess he'd paid for sex, and on the other hand, I couldn't imagine a better way to lose one's virginity than to someone with experience who was there not to be pleased, but to ensure you got what you came for. It was a very pragmatic thing to do, very much like him.

Even so, that first hand was still a bit shocked. He was young and gorgeous and he'd paid for sex? And I was strange because I had slept with more people?

It was our first fight. In a way, he never let me forget it. There was something obviously wrong with me – I seemed to need sex. From that point on, sex was always held for ransom, to see how I would react, or to punish some perceived infraction.

The truth is that his reaction did make me feel a sense of shame. I didn't regret my experience, but I felt lesser somehow, like this experience made our relationship commonplace, just one more on a long list of others.

I decided something during that relationship: I would never, ever disclose the number of people I'd slept with again. To anyone.

WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?

Fast forward a decade or so. It's a typical day in the word mines, surfing the web for content for my site Sex and the 405, when I come across a piece on Psychology Today about research by Norman Brown, a psychologist at the University of Alberta who'd found a key difference between men and women when it came to reporting the number of sex partners they'd had.

Conventional wisdom on the matter was best illustrated by the movie American Pie: Men tend to increase the number of sexual partners and women tend to lower theirs. Brown's research supports this. He found that American men report an average of 18 partners while women report 5 – but he thinks it’s more than people lying. Psychology Today elaborates:

Women are more likely to “just know,” or to have a tally somewhere, a method psychologists call “notches on the bedpost.” Women are also more likely to use enumeration (“Let’s see, Dave, Tarik, that guy from the gym…”), which produces underestimates, since people forget instances.

Men are more likely to use rough approximation (“Jeez, I don’t know, like maybe 50?”) or rate-based estimates (“Let’s see, one a month for the last five years…”)—a method that produces overestimates.

I wrote a post about it.

“I’d be interested in seeing differences in calculation based on the semantics of the question

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Dearest Fatty 5 pts

I'm amazed most guys still have the whole "you mean your not a virgin??" Shock of your tally even after you have just finished giving then the head of their life.

Notching the bed post means more experience means less fumbling.

I have to admit to a modest 8, but I married at 22 so it could have been much higher by now ;)

Luckily my husband was never one to get worried over my past antics, Even the famous blow-job-in-front- of-an-audience incident I told him about.

Theres nothing sexier than talking about past lovers in bed with your current lover IMO   

Is it your flab or your brain you need to fight? Answers on a postcard please.

sberneche 5 pts

I think there's also something to be said about duration, too. I've disclosed my number to partners, and they've always been incredibly shocked. The truth is, I'm a serial monogamist. At 24, I've been in three long-term and exclusive (at least on my part) relationships -- 1.5 years, 3 years, and 1 year respectively. Yes, I've dated, and yes, I feel I know what I want. I'm satisfied with my history. But there's no way a number could ever reflect what I know, what I've learned. What can we expect a number to ever establish? It doesn't say anything about intelligence, loyalty, responsibility, respect, commitment, ambition, humour, or any of the qualities I seek out in a potential co-conspirator.

Semper 5 pts

While I was reading this, I thought, at first, "what if we determined the number by the degree of intimacy?" As in, "I have felt intimate with x number of people." But this, of course, leads to questions about how to quantify intimacy, which is generally unquantifiable.

It's a hard question and I've come to the conclusion that as long as I'm safe, it just doesn't matter, and have ceased keeping track.

Princess Shawn 5 pts

If I left the encounter feeling as if I just had sex, it was a sexual encounter, I am satisfied with my own formula for determining if it was sex.

As for the number of partners, my number, when asked, has consistently been, more than you care to know, so don't ask again or I will tell you. That has always ended the conversation. Fact is, no guy really wants to know. It is, I believe and have seen validation of this belief in other articles, a trust checking question. Unfortunately, while I may trust many of the men I have been with enough to not be concerned with them spreading the number of men I have had sex with all over the world, nor would I even care if they did so, I don't trust their confidence not to be shaken when I utter that number.  Sadly, it seems to have more significance to them than it does to me. My past lovers are in my past for a reason, for the great majority of them would be willing participants in my current state of being had it not been for my weariness of them. Wicked Shawn www.wickedgirlsthinkitdoyou.blogspot.com ( http://www.wickedgirlsthinkitdoyou.blogspot.com )

Sierra Black 5 pts

I love that question - why do guys ask it and then freak out? So bizarre. What are they looking for? Some kind of reassurance? I guess they want to know that you've had enough sexual experience to really appreciate how great it is with them, but not so much that you might be inclined to do it again with someone else?

I married the one guy who wasn't freaked out by my answer, which is that I simply don't know. It's a number in the mid-to-high double digits, and I've tended to use your method of figuring based on encounters, "there was my first serious boyfriend, and that girl from the theater, and that guy on the beach at Cannes, and..."

Not knowing the number protects me from needing to define the sex. By any definition, there's no way I'd get it right without missing some incident somewhere, so why try?

Mata H 5 pts

I'm trying to imagine what difference a number makes. Does it prove something? Is there a "too many", "too few"? Who gets to be the judge? And what are they judging?

~~ Contributing Editor, Mata H. also blogs right along at Time's Fool ( http://timesfool.blogspot.com )

Suzanne 5 pts

I just haven't figured out a way to reconcile my conservative background and 6th grade sex education with what makes sense in reality except to say stupid things like, "for me, nothing that can't get you knocked up," and then scramble to acknowledge that I know that there are many kinds of sex and that my personal definition leaves lots and lots of people out and I don't want it to.  This probably didn't make anything better.  I'll shut up now.

Suzanne also blogs at Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS) & Other Rants ( http://cussandotherrants.com ) and is the author of Off the Beaten (Subway) Track ( http://offthebeatensubwaytrack.com ).

TW 6 pts

Can't say because I won't answer when my children ask at this point. I like the various definitions. What about sex where clothing didn't actually get removed?

And uh, Suzanne...nothing that can't knock you up?
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Suzanne 5 pts

Because I am the most boring person ever, and because for me, nothing that can't knock you up counts as sex (which does not mean that I do not think other people are having sex if they are doing things that won't knock them up for whatever reason; as you said, it's complicated),  I admit that my tally is one.  Then I married him, and I don't want to cheat, so unless something awful happens, it will be one for maybe ever.  If you count oral sex, then the number jumps to a whopping two people.

If I could change my attitudes about sex when I was younger (hilariously, I was against pre-marital sex for years, then I realized that I didn't want to get married, so I decided that it would be OK eventually, but I wasn't ready - and the latter part is fine with me today), I would.  I regret a bit that I have no wild tales.  On the other hand, if it was meant to be that way, it was meant to be that way.  I seem no worse for the wear.  Just boring.

I always forget to tell you how much I love your writing, so I'm throwing it out there now.

Suzanne also blogs at Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (CUSS) & Other Rants ( http://cussandotherrants.com ) and is the author of Off the Beaten (Subway) Track ( http://offthebeatensubwaytrack.com ).