I’ve never really played the field before in my life. Never ever.
Well, maybe a bit but not very much when compared with everyone I knew when I was younger.
Even when I was stumbling around my university campus, drunk and horny after £1 a pint night I was never that promiscuous. I snogged plenty of gorgeous shaggy haired indie boys but that was generally as far as it went.
The only men I actually had sex with were my boyfriends (with only a couple of exceptions), and I was always ridiculously serious about them as that was all I knew and was everything that I wanted.
Looking back, I now know that my lack of self-confidence as a naive 20 year old stopped me from whipping through a long line of blokes. Not that I consider myself to be a man eater now you understand.
Saying that, the creation of GHD straighteners is nothing short of a minor miracle as far as I'm concerned. The stupid frizzy blonde hair of my youth is definitely a thing of the past, which helps when I'm trying to flick my hair around and look seductive. For a start, I don't look like I'm wearing a bird's nest on my head or like I've been shagged through a hedge backwards.
All this all leads me to my question for today: Just how many is too many?
I'll be honest with you. I've slept with eight men.
Yes eight. I don't think that's too many for eleven years of sexual history, do you?
OK so I'm not exactly Mother Theresa but I'm hardly a whore of Babylon either. And yes I've done "stuff" with other guys too (which I'm not counting by the way...).
The thing is I've always been a bit tradtional and only slept with guys I was way to serious about or gave my heart to all too freely.
Well, most of the time. There are a couple of notable exceptions, namely Craig and Sexy Motorbike Guy (who I will tell you about one day, I promise).
I just think that I suck at being a slut.
Yep, as Serenityville said, I think I'm a relationship kind of girl...
Is that a bad thing? And eight's not too big a number, right?
Newly single and rapidly approaching my thirtieth birthday, I’ve realised that I need a new game plan in order to find the drop dead gorgeous, rugby-playing boyfriend that I’ve been lusting after for years. Or at the very least: a man just like him...