Comments on: add it up, add it up, add it up

By: Megan

Megan — Wed, 17 Aug 2005 01:48:01 +0000

I know my number and I have names because I keep a list a’la Janeane Garofalo in Reality Bites.

I may or may not have listed them in my B. Log as well.

By: minnie

minnie — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 20:59:15 +0000

i have no clue what my number is. i never asked my husband and i dont think he ever asked me either. it seems sort of irelevant.
more relevant would be: “were your break ups horribley full of fights and misery? are you still friends with ex’s? or, did you go through that fuck and run stage so many people go through?”
the clinical number is so unimportant!

By: Damon

Damon — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 17:56:21 +0000

It is a fun little statistic, but I don’t think the number has ever been used by myself in any kind of decision-making process over if I wanted to be in a relationship with a person or not.

By: PeeWee

PeeWee — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 16:48:17 +0000

I am happy with my number. I always like to play the numbers game, but it doesn’t change my opinion about a person. I generally like the ones with more experience.

By: thatguy

thatguy — Tue, 16 Aug 2005 15:59:49 +0000

If there are any other men out there like me (like the kind of man I used to be, I should say) then their (men, I mean) numbers are irrelevant in most regards.

There was only one motive and that was purely selfish and self-centered. Even when thinking of my partner and their experience, it was for selfish purposes. Bottom line, gratification. And, my partners satisfaction only increased my own gratification because it meant that I had some control over them. The more control the better. No exceptions.

For me, there was never a reflection of love. There was only my needs and/or wants. My partner (in all cases) was only a vehicle in which I used to arrive at my destination, nothing more.

Greater numbers could equate (in direct proportion) to the asshole factor. However, I used a single partner over a longer period of time, which probably makes my number smaller. It still means I was a total selfish jerk.

Not all men think this way, but many many many do.