I have been asked this question so many times by men in particular that I decided to see how many of you would be willing to answer. I usually avoid the question like the plague, but on occasion I have been known to give an answer. Even rarer, I’ve answered truthfully.
This question has given me more grief than any other when it comes to relationships. I believe that a person shouldn’t care how many people I have or have not been with if they truly care about me. The past is the past. So just let it go. Unfortunately, not everyone can do that so easily.
I also think my voyeuristic nature makes me want to know where I stand compared to the rest of you. This is going to be fun! LOL
I’ve been seeing a new guy, Skaterboi, since November 19, 2010, the day after Manwhore went up to visit his other girlfriend. I actually started talking to him on October 29, 2010. He was one of the people who responded to my ill-fated Craig’s List Halloween posting. He seemed like a nice decent guy so after talking for a few weeks I decided I’d meet him at a bar close by. We met and had a few drinks and hung out for a while. Since I was apartment sitting for the Manwhore I decided it would be suiting for me to get my revenge by inviting Skaterboi back to the apartment for cocktails. Now I knew very well that since I had a few drinks in me and was horny, lonely, pissed off at Manwhore, heartbroken, and seeking revenge, I would probably end up sleeping with the guy. It certainly didn’t hurt that he was funny, nice, a real gentleman, we had a lot in common, and he didn’t sit there and stare off into space for hours on end. He actually conversed with me.
We ended up having sex that night, several times, and he slept over. Admittedly I was nervous about this because I had told Manwhore that I wouldn’t have anyone in his apartment with the possible exception of my sister and her female friend. I really didn’t like knowing that I was breaking a promise to him, but what the hell, after all the lying and cheating and heartache he had caused me, why should I care about breaking a promise to him? It almost gave me a wicked sense of pleasure to have sex and sleep in his bed with another man. God only knows how many women had been in that bed with him while he was “dating” me. So overall it didn’t bother me enough to stop me from having the guy stay over again the next night. Muahahaha! I know, I know. You’re probably thinking that either I’m an evil wicked whore myself or that justice was served on a bed of sexual iniquity. I like to think of it as the latter.