Women who sleep with my boyfriend, then have the cheek to comment on my sexual history will be verbally decimated.
There is nothing that will get a woman more angry than finding out she’s being cheated on.
Oh wait, how about his side chick calling her promiscuous.
“He thought that because you’ve slept with so many more people than him that you wouldn’t be happy with him. He was always worried.”
Yeah, that happened.
A married ‘Christian’ woman who had been looking for Jesus in my ex’s boxers, was using my sexual history to justify her arseholery.
I should have pointed out the irony, but why confuse her further with fancy words?
I’d love to say it was the first time my sexual activity has been commented on. But, as an asian woman I am used to people commenting on my dating life. Jokes have been made about my revolving door dating system. My parents stopped bothering asking if I will settle down. And I have learned to shrug off the questions fishing for confirmation of how many people I have slept with.
Not enough I say.
I am used to friends taking the piss about my dating life. It’s part and parcel of sharing it so openly on social media. It’s funny. I have no problems with it. So why should anyone else?
But, oh they do. And rather than accept that it’s their issue, their insecurity and their choices, they want to make it my issue, my insecurity and about my choices. All of a sudden it’s all about numbers.
The more open minded people I meet seem to have no problem with how many people I have slept with. They also tend to have slept with significantly more people than I have. So why would they care?
As long as you’re the lower number you’re fine.
Funnily enough, I have seen the same nonchalance disappear when it’s turned out I’ve slept with more people than they have. Then they spit out their Starbucks, awkwardly mumble something about doing what you want with your body, before quickly leaving.
Probably to call a group of women together for an orgy to get their numbers up.
It’s a strange phenomena. It doesn’t make me regret a thing. Just taught me to never share numbers, or waste too much time on people who seem obsessed with mine. The issue is clearly their own.
Nothing good comes from sharing numbers.
Unless they’re phone numbers for hot guys you’re going to unashamedly bang.