***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, "how many readers can I estrange THIS week??" TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else's!***
hehe... ok anywho... (Again, this is not your typical TMI; fair warning for you guys looking to read about how girls pee standing or poops that destroy industrial toilets, you ought to read those lovely ladies' blogs :) )
So I had been dating this certain boy for a little while, maybe a couple months, maybe not even that long. As newish couples often do, we were talking about past relationships and whatnot and he cheerfully asked me, "How many people have you kissed?"
"Um..." (I'm thinking, naïvely counting)
He's looking less cheerful now. "You don't know?"
I jokingly ask, "Should I count shows?" (I've been in several, and kissed a few boys by way of the stage)
"Yes. You still kissed them."
"Oh. Ok, uhh..." (Still counting. Sheesh. I wasn't expecting The Spanish Inquisition)
I finally gave him what I considered an accurate number. He gave me a giant poutfest. His number was like, 3 (counting me! Ack.) and mine was... somewhat higher...
Let's just say that throughout the relationship, my "number" as it were kept resurfacing in the most annoying ways. Usually just to remind me how sullied my past was (*gasp!* KISSING!?) since his was so sparkly clean (read: it wasn't).
NO GOOD comes of knowing the numbers of things like that. How many people you have done whatever with can just stay between you, yourself and potentially your girlfriends. The dude in your life just does not need to know. It doesn't matter if these numbers are low or high or whatever. It's just TMI for them. End of story. (See what I did there?)
Yeah, yeah, I know. There wasn't poop or boobies or weird sex related stories in my TMI, but honestly, the old lady boob grab is about as exciting and entertaining in that realm as I get. Maybe someday I'll have a really good/gross story to regale all you fine readers. And regale I shall, but only in due time. Besides, this is my very first TMI ever. Even if I did have some really juicy ones, I wouldn't lead with them. Gotta leave somewhere to go!
Duh!
Ok, confession: I have read this entry about fourteen times and I still can't decide if it's even what I want to say. This is actually the first time I feel this way about an entry of mine. Since the logical thing to do would be to take it down due to the relative uncertainty I feel about it, I'm going to leave it up. So there! Suck it, blog-o-whatever! I will post all the uncertainty I want! BOOYAH!!
*sigh*
what...?
9 comments:
lol, I can't even guesstimate how many guys I've kissed. I kiss everyone!
you heard my perspective on "numbers" over gchat yesterday. haha. keep them to yourself, they're nobodys business :) (especially if you don't know them)
and thanks for the plug! you did great, don't ever sit and think of whether or not you should post something... if you wanna write it, do it! don't hold back from us woman!
@liferehab - Even in my younger extreme prudity (haha), I sort of felt like that. He was not as impressed as I was. It was kind of fun thinking about it, too. Nevermind that he was sitting there watching me relive my greatest smooching triumphs.
@SLG - Always, m'lady! Thanks for the helpful shove to post. Sometimes (though not often) I need it a bit. :)
He got mad about your KISSING number??
Lawd... I couldn't even begin to guess mine...
Happy TMIT! :-)
I'm more impressed that you knew your kissing number. People I've had sex with is one thing, but over the years there's been plenty of kissing and I never kept track!
p.s. Found you through TMI Thursdays.
People should stop asking about things they really don't want to know.
Even though my numbers both for kissing and sex are low enough to not lift any eyebrows I flat out refuse to share them with any potential partner or even my friends.
Luckily for me though I think guys have bigger problems with numbers than girls do, so very few girls actually ask about them. The few that do get an arbitrary number in reply, current favourite being yelling out "it's over 9000!!"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vq5csKvXCT4
When I was about 13, someone gave me a present called a "kissing book", where you record on every page the name, age, location and marks out of ten for every person you have kissed. I haven't updated it in a while, but I know my exact number because of it, and if anyone ever found that book (which contains comments like, "it was like kissing a fish" and "I felt a big guilty because he is El's ex boyfriend"... oh, the embarrassment! Maybe I should blog it... :)
NO ONE EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!
[ahem]
Sorry. Couldn't be helped.
On a more serious note, I don't think I'd ever heard of anyone asking how many people anyone else has kissed.
Wait... was he Amish? Are you seducing an unsuspecting Amish boy?
@LiLu - It was pretty ridiculous. And fanks!! I was glad to finally be a part of a TMIT, even sans poop!
@Cass - Pfft, I knew it, but it took some serious thinking. I guess I just thought that since he asked, he wanted the most accurate number I could come up with. Me = Somewhat relationally inept. P.S. Sweet!
@Vegard - That's what I'm saying! Don't ask, don't tell as far as this goes. Fantastic geek reference, by the way.
@blueskies - Duh!! SassyGinger and I were talking about other funny/intriguing blog ideas about past relationship stuff and that would DEFINITELY do the job! I hope you do (names changed to protect the idiots... I mean, the innocent...)
@BeerSkittlesCombo - If he WAS Amish, he wasn't wearing his hat. Sneaky...
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