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How many people have you slept with? (1 Viewer)

How many people have you slept with?

  • 1

    Votes: 42 13.1%
  • 2

    Votes: 14 4.4%
  • 3

    Votes: 22 6.9%
  • 4

    Votes: 13 4.0%
  • 5

    Votes: 14 4.4%
  • 6-10

    Votes: 62 19.3%
  • 11-15

    Votes: 26 8.1%
  • 16-20

    Votes: 19 5.9%
  • 21-30

    Votes: 35 10.9%
  • 31-40

    Votes: 19 5.9%
  • 41-50

    Votes: 10 3.1%
  • 51-75

    Votes: 12 3.7%
  • 76-100

    Votes: 10 3.1%
  • 100+

    Votes: 18 5.6%
  • Virgin lol

    Votes: 5 1.6%

  • Total voters
    321
Otis said:
Oh come on.  Has any of this been covered in other threads?  If not, I don't really see any way out for you.  Details please.  


Judge Smails said:
'Pissah should really start a thread.  Of the 300, how many were memorable, good or bad, and why?  Pics of the groupies are welcomed.  And this 8-some, I'm tired just thinking about that..
OK, i'm going to try and do a rough accounting in the next day or so. Til i do, plz enjoy the eight@once story that i told here many years ago. The entire story begins in the post entitled "INSUFFICIENT WRITHING", the actual sitch is chronicled 4 posts down from that. 

 
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AcerFC said:
There was a time where I thought it was important to be true to your principles. Being straight edge, not being promiscuous was one of those things. 

I did not wait until I was married, but I waited long enough to know that I was mentally mature enough and in a relationship. I happened to marry her. 

I do not feel as if I am missing out on anything. 

PS VR porn is super awesome though
I could say this same thing. I just didn't happen to marry the first two serious girlfriends I had and a few years between then and meeting my wife easily landed me in the 16-20 range. 

I only have a few regrets. I regret taking too long to get over the second one. I regret turning down/not following up with the couple if times a girl invited me to have a threesome with her and another girl. And I do regret not fully utilizing some of the options some of the more willing ones would have made available. 

Don't really regret not dating in high school, waiting longer than most, dating just one girl through almost all of college, and my final number. 

 
Here's an offshoot question.

Of the guys who are married, if you've slept with 5 or more girls, is your wife/ex the best one you've ever had in the sack?

 
This data is interesting.  All over the map.  The only things that stand out to me so far are (1) wow, never would have imagined this many of us having slept with only one person; (3) 10 people over 100 :shock: ; (3) 3 virgins.

 
Here's an offshoot question.

Of the guys who are married, if you've slept with 5 or more girls, is your wife/ex the best one you've ever had in the sack?
No, the best ones are a little crazy and I don't think that is something I could handle day in and day out forever.

 
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This data is interesting.  All over the map.  The only things that stand out to me so far are (1) wow, never would have imagined this many of us having slept with only one person; (3) 10 people over 100 :shock: ; (3) 3 virgins.
I'm guessing these are shtick answers.

 
I could say this same thing. I just didn't happen to marry the first two serious girlfriends I had and a few years between then and meeting my wife easily landed me in the 16-20 range. 

I only have a few regrets. I regret taking too long to get over the second one. I regret turning down/not following up with the couple if times a girl invited me to have a threesome with her and another girl. And I do regret not fully utilizing some of the options some of the more willing ones would have made available. 

Don't really regret not dating in high school, waiting longer than most, dating just one girl through almost all of college, and my final number. 
If my notebook is accurate, I think it is probably a really good thing that you didn't marry either of those first two serious girlfriends.

 
Likely somewhere around 50-60 or so if I was forced to guess. Never really thought to keep track. After being with one girl through all of HS, College (as a bartender) and the 2-3 year window immediately following was a pretty crazy time for me. Couple pairs in there that help. Now riding about 15 years with the GF. 

 
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10 guys chose 100+? AZ Ron is the only believable person here to reach that #. The rest of you are frauds, or counting your pigeons.

 
Enough to loose count and not remember all their names.

The people who have only had one are very lucky.  Very lucky in the sense that you've managed to even stay together.  Being monogamous really isn't in our nature and I suspect the divorce rate would be a lot less if people actually found out what they are compatible with before choosing a mate.

 
Here's an offshoot question.

Of the guys who are married, if you've slept with 5 or more girls, is your wife/ex the best one you've ever had in the sack?
Yes, we managed to expand and keep expanding our sexual relationship.  Other than multiple partners, which neither of us are really interested in at this point, we've managed to experiment, learn and try as much as we ever did.

 
10 guys chose 100+? AZ Ron is the only believable person here to reach that #. The rest of you are frauds, or counting your pigeons.
I think it was depends on when you settled down (if you have settled down).  If someone didn't meet their wife until their mid-30s that gave them a good 15-17 years of being sexually active.  It comes out to 5-6 per year which isn't crazy.

 
Another offshoot question for the high-number guys... what was your worst, most regrettable experience?

I only had one, from college. She was a bigger gal and I was unable to finish (only time ever). I'd definitely take that one back if I could. 

 
Another offshoot question for the high-number guys... what was your worst, most regrettable experience?

I only had one, from college. She was a bigger gal and I was unable to finish (only time ever). I'd definitely take that one back if I could. 
The downside of 70s rock groupies was the cryers. Bonnie Raitt was one of the female artists (JMitchell, LNyro the other two) that white college girls of my era really identified with, so many of the girls who got backstage were looking for something ethereal and completing. Bonnie was always polite but anxious to blow off post-gig steam elsewhere, so these chicks were left looking to consecrate the experience somehow and we all were happy to oblige. But they werent party girls or climb-over-each-other-to-get-the-star types so, every now & then, you'd get one that would go all "what the #@&% am i doing?!" right in the middle of it and either squeal/scramble/scoot or break down crying. Made you feel like a perv every time, even tho i was a pretty str8up guy.

 
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Another offshoot question for the high-number guys... what was your worst, most regrettable experience?

I only had one, from college. She was a bigger gal and I was unable to finish (only time ever). I'd definitely take that one back if I could. 




 
My most disappointing experience may have been with this woman I met when I was living in NYC. She was really attractive and a ballet teacher. I was pretty psyched when I was invited for an overnight after a few dates. She lived just over the river in NJ and mentioned that she needed to check in on her parent's house. They were out of town, needed to check on the family dog or something like that. So we drive from her apartment to the house and everything's fine. She says that wanted to fool around in one of the bedrooms - specifically her old bedroom - which I can understand on some level. 

We're in the bedroom about to have some fun. She looks at me with a very serious face says,"Make love to me, SF..." which was the exact opposite of what I had in mind but that is forgivable. She undressed and has this amazing body that is sculpted with a lifetime of ballet and dance. She proceeds to be the worst lay of my life. Just no rhythm, if that makes any sense. And, finally, after a lot of labored sex, we embrace in a quiet post-coitus moment. I'm making small talk with her and say,"So this was your room as a kid?" She replies,"Yes, it was my bedroom but it's my grandmother's now. Well, it was until a few weeks ago when she passed away. It looks like my parents haven't touched the room since she died."

Over a lifetime, I have hooked up with a number of women. Some of them probably I shouldn't have in retrospect, but if it pleases the court and the jury, I rest my case for the single most disappointing and regrettable experience with this tale.

 
My most disappointing experience may have been with this woman I met when I was living in NYC. She was really attractive and a ballet teacher. I was pretty psyched when I was invited for an overnight after a few dates. She lived just over the river in NJ and mentioned that she needed to check in on her parent's house. They were out of town, needed to check on the family dog or something like that. So we drive from her apartment to the house and everything's fine. She says that wanted to fool around in one of the bedrooms - specifically her old bedroom - which I can understand on some level. 

We're in the bedroom about to have some fun. She looks at me with a very serious face says,"Make love to me, SF..." which was the exact opposite of what I had in mind but that is forgivable. She undressed and has this amazing body that is sculpted with a lifetime of ballet and dance. She proceeds to be the worst lay of my life. Just no rhythm, if that makes any sense. And, finally, after a lot of labored sex, we embrace in a quiet post-coitus moment. I'm making small talk with her and say,"So this was your room as a kid?" She replies,"Yes, it was my bedroom but it's my grandmother's now. Well, it was until a few weeks ago when she passed away. It looks like my parents haven't touched the room since she died."

Over a lifetime, I have hooked up with a number of women. Some of them probably I shouldn't have in retrospect, but if it pleases the court and the jury, I rest my case for the single most disappointing and regrettable experience with this tale.
Was the grandmother's body still there?  Otherwise I'm not seeing the problem.

 
Yeah I think the most common/honest answer you're going to find here is "no" because the best in bed* were most often the most crazy. My wife, while not the "best" in bed that I've been with, is plenty good in bed and all her other attributes far far far outweigh the negatives of the crazier girls.  Hence the proposal.  

*I'm defining this as willingness to do more taboo things with great energy and effort.  Looks/body is only a small part of this definition. 

 
Your wife being a huge whore is a good thing? How do the other guys taste?
While I wouldn't call my wife a huge whore, she slept with more people than I did.  The difference between her and my first gf, who I was her first, was night and day.  I'd rather have someone who knows what they are doing than someone who you need to to show the ropes.

 
I'd trade every one night stand I ever had for another night with the one that got away.

I couldn't care less about counts.
 

eta: Now.

 
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Your wife being a huge whore is a good thing? 
reflects on you, gb- not me.

I slept with a bunch of women.. my wife slept ith a bunch of guys. having had the experience, we both know exactly what we like. IMO, not having the experience leaves you stuck saying "the sex is great!" but having no basis for comparison... so in reality it's probably mediocre. which, if you don't know any better, is good enough.

 
My most disappointing experience may have been with this woman I met when I was living in NYC. She was really attractive and a ballet teacher. I was pretty psyched when I was invited for an overnight after a few dates. She lived just over the river in NJ and mentioned that she needed to check in on her parent's house. They were out of town, needed to check on the family dog or something like that. So we drive from her apartment to the house and everything's fine. She says that wanted to fool around in one of the bedrooms - specifically her old bedroom - which I can understand on some level. 

We're in the bedroom about to have some fun. She looks at me with a very serious face says,"Make love to me, SF..." which was the exact opposite of what I had in mind but that is forgivable. She undressed and has this amazing body that is sculpted with a lifetime of ballet and dance. She proceeds to be the worst lay of my life. Just no rhythm, if that makes any sense. And, finally, after a lot of labored sex, we embrace in a quiet post-coitus moment. I'm making small talk with her and say,"So this was your room as a kid?" She replies,"Yes, it was my bedroom but it's my grandmother's now. Well, it was until a few weeks ago when she passed away. It looks like my parents haven't touched the room since she died."

Over a lifetime, I have hooked up with a number of women. Some of them probably I shouldn't have in retrospect, but if it pleases the court and the jury, I rest my case for the single most disappointing and regrettable experience with this tale.
Someone needs to make a spinoff thread of worst experiences.

 
My most disappointing experience may have been with this woman I met when I was living in NYC. She was really attractive and a ballet teacher. I was pretty psyched when I was invited for an overnight after a few dates. She lived just over the river in NJ and mentioned that she needed to check in on her parent's house. They were out of town, needed to check on the family dog or something like that. So we drive from her apartment to the house and everything's fine. She says that wanted to fool around in one of the bedrooms - specifically her old bedroom - which I can understand on some level. 

We're in the bedroom about to have some fun. She looks at me with a very serious face says,"Make love to me, SF..." which was the exact opposite of what I had in mind but that is forgivable. She undressed and has this amazing body that is sculpted with a lifetime of ballet and dance. She proceeds to be the worst lay of my life. Just no rhythm, if that makes any sense. And, finally, after a lot of labored sex, we embrace in a quiet post-coitus moment. I'm making small talk with her and say,"So this was your room as a kid?" She replies,"Yes, it was my bedroom but it's my grandmother's now. Well, it was until a few weeks ago when she passed away. It looks like my parents haven't touched the room since she died."

Over a lifetime, I have hooked up with a number of women. Some of them probably I shouldn't have in retrospect, but if it pleases the court and the jury, I rest my case for the single most disappointing and regrettable experience with this tale.
Although I wouldn't consider myself a "high number guy" (16-20), I'll toss out my most disappointing.  Super super nice girl; a skinny blonde that I dated over my summer where I went back to my mom's home in PA to study for the AZ bar.  I hadn't planned on really dating and especially dating exclusively, but she was cool and was fresh off a relationship so we both knew it was nothing terribly serious and she knew right away it'd just be a summer thing.  After a few dates I find out that, surprisingly, she's still a virgin.  And by virgin I mean everything was intact.  She was super religious and, as best as I could gather, dated basically the same guy in college/early twenties and they had agreed to wait for marriage (and apparently never went past 2nd base) but the relationship fell apart before marriage.  She was 27 when I met her and, again as best as I could gather, she would date guys but her inexperience and lack of willingness to do stuff would scare most away.  Her most recent relationship apparently ended because she wasn't willing to go all the way and her performance with other activities was subpar.    

We slowly started trying things.  Oddly, I found it enjoyable because I imagine the experience was similar to a high school dating experience.  I was temporarily living at home and was broke and she was broke with roommates so we had to plan ahead and sneak around and stuff and, since I didn't date much at all in high school, I considered it a second chance given to me that my moronic high school self had deprived me of.  Naturally, she was absolutely terrible at stuff, which would obviously get frustrating, but, again, she was hot and the experience itself was still seemed worthwhile.  At the end of the summer she decided, with very little pressure from me (in fact, I had the "are you sure you want to do this? You know I'm leaving..." talk with her a couple of times), that she wanted me to be her first.  I believe her thought process was basically that she was simply too old to find another virgin and that her current "status" actually hindered her dating prospects so she decided to start with a guy she liked but knew wasn't a long-term option.  So we planned a night a few days before I left.  Unfortunately, she got herself so worked up and nervous about it that she was a complete wreck. This was clearly a huge deal to her and I think she was put off by how little of a deal it probably appeared to me.  She commented that I didn't bring flowers.  She wanted to know whether, if circumstances were different, I would have said that I loved her.  We had to talk that out for awhile. She also wanted to discuss some of my past experiences, which got awkward. During foreplay she was physically shaking. At initial penetration she basically screamed and then started crying.  I stopped pretty much immediately and wasn't willing to go further. Unfortunately, she took that as a rejection which made her cry more.  I still recall laying there staring at the ceiling having no idea what to say or do. It was so awkward. 

I did keep in touch with her for a few months after I left.  My understanding is that she actually met her now husband a few months later.  I was happy for her. 

 
Another offshoot question for the high-number guys... what was your worst, most regrettable experience?

I only had one, from college. She was a bigger gal and I was unable to finish (only time ever). I'd definitely take that one back if I could. 
Big Gal.  Blew off hot chick for big gal.  NO IDEA WHY other than being completely trashed!#@!@#!@#!@#

She had to drive me home 1 hour + away at 7am .  worst car ride of my life :lmao:

 
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I lost count a long time ago.  Didn't realize men did this.  Thought it was more of a chick thing or something you did in High School/College.  

 
Although I wouldn't consider myself a "high number guy" (16-20), I'll toss out my most disappointing.  Super super nice girl; a skinny blonde that I dated over my summer where I went back to my mom's home in PA to study for the AZ bar.  I hadn't planned on really dating and especially dating exclusively, but she was cool and was fresh off a relationship so we both knew it was nothing terribly serious and she knew right away it'd just be a summer thing.  After a few dates I find out that, surprisingly, she's still a virgin.  And by virgin I mean everything was intact.  She was super religious and, as best as I could gather, dated basically the same guy in college/early twenties and they had agreed to wait for marriage (and apparently never went past 2nd base) but the relationship fell apart before marriage.  She was 27 when I met her and, again as best as I could gather, she would date guys but her inexperience and lack of willingness to do stuff would scare most away.  Her most recent relationship apparently ended because she wasn't willing to go all the way and her performance with other activities was subpar.    

We slowly started trying things.  Oddly, I found it enjoyable because I imagine the experience was similar to a high school dating experience.  I was temporarily living at home and was broke and she was broke with roommates so we had to plan ahead and sneak around and stuff and, since I didn't date much at all in high school, I considered it a second chance given to me that my moronic high school self had deprived me of.  Naturally, she was absolutely terrible at stuff, which would obviously get frustrating, but, again, she was hot and the experience itself was still seemed worthwhile.  At the end of the summer she decided, with very little pressure from me (in fact, I had the "are you sure you want to do this? You know I'm leaving..." talk with her a couple of times), that she wanted me to be her first.  I believe her thought process was basically that she was simply too old to find another virgin and that her current "status" actually hindered her dating prospects so she decided to start with a guy she liked but knew wasn't a long-term option.  So we planned a night a few days before I left.  Unfortunately, she got herself so worked up and nervous about it that she was a complete wreck. This was clearly a huge deal to her and I think she was put off by how little of a deal it probably appeared to me.  She commented that I didn't bring flowers.  She wanted to know whether, if circumstances were different, I would have said that I loved her.  We had to talk that out for awhile. She also wanted to discuss some of my past experiences, which got awkward. During foreplay she was physically shaking. At initial penetration she basically screamed and then started crying.  I stopped pretty much immediately and wasn't willing to go further. Unfortunately, she took that as a rejection which made her cry more.  I still recall laying there staring at the ceiling having no idea what to say or do. It was so awkward. 

I did keep in touch with her for a few months after I left.  My understanding is that she actually met her now husband a few months later.  I was happy for her. 
You know those Penthouse Forum Letters?  

This is not one of them.

 
Although I wouldn't consider myself a "high number guy" (16-20), I'll toss out my most disappointing.  Super super nice girl; a skinny blonde that I dated over my summer where I went back to my mom's home in PA to study for the AZ bar.  I hadn't planned on really dating and especially dating exclusively, but she was cool and was fresh off a relationship so we both knew it was nothing terribly serious and she knew right away it'd just be a summer thing.  After a few dates I find out that, surprisingly, she's still a virgin.  And by virgin I mean everything was intact.  She was super religious and, as best as I could gather, dated basically the same guy in college/early twenties and they had agreed to wait for marriage (and apparently never went past 2nd base) but the relationship fell apart before marriage.  She was 27 when I met her and, again as best as I could gather, she would date guys but her inexperience and lack of willingness to do stuff would scare most away.  Her most recent relationship apparently ended because she wasn't willing to go all the way and her performance with other activities was subpar.    

We slowly started trying things.  Oddly, I found it enjoyable because I imagine the experience was similar to a high school dating experience.  I was temporarily living at home and was broke and she was broke with roommates so we had to plan ahead and sneak around and stuff and, since I didn't date much at all in high school, I considered it a second chance given to me that my moronic high school self had deprived me of.  Naturally, she was absolutely terrible at stuff, which would obviously get frustrating, but, again, she was hot and the experience itself was still seemed worthwhile.  At the end of the summer she decided, with very little pressure from me (in fact, I had the "are you sure you want to do this? You know I'm leaving..." talk with her a couple of times), that she wanted me to be her first.  I believe her thought process was basically that she was simply too old to find another virgin and that her current "status" actually hindered her dating prospects so she decided to start with a guy she liked but knew wasn't a long-term option.  So we planned a night a few days before I left.  Unfortunately, she got herself so worked up and nervous about it that she was a complete wreck. This was clearly a huge deal to her and I think she was put off by how little of a deal it probably appeared to me.  She commented that I didn't bring flowers.  She wanted to know whether, if circumstances were different, I would have said that I loved her.  We had to talk that out for awhile. She also wanted to discuss some of my past experiences, which got awkward. During foreplay she was physically shaking. At initial penetration she basically screamed and then started crying.  I stopped pretty much immediately and wasn't willing to go further. Unfortunately, she took that as a rejection which made her cry more.  I still recall laying there staring at the ceiling having no idea what to say or do. It was so awkward. 

I did keep in touch with her for a few months after I left.  My understanding is that she actually met her now husband a few months later.  I was happy for her. 
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