I Slept With Over 100 Men, But Only A Handful Was Worth Remembering

Here’s why they made the difference (and it’s not multiple orgasms).

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I used to be quite addicted to sex. I loved the chase when going out. If I didn’t score a man that night, it would have been an unsuccessful evening for me.

But I am not joking when I say I can’t remember 90% of the men I slept with. They literally made no impression at all, despite maybe giving me multiple orgasms. At some point during my wild years, I even had forgotten the names of my bed partners, so I started writing them down.

After all, sex is quite an intimate act — even more so for a woman. How was it possible that I could not even remember the name of somebody who had been literally inside of me?

Later, I figured out that I didn’t love sex because of the sex. I loved sex because it gave me the sensation of being close to someone.

False desire

Since I had major attachment issues, sex was the only way to feel at least a little bit of a connection. I told myself the story that I didn’t need anybody — I just wanted their attention for one night.

For years, I lived my life like this. I mastered the art of flirting and taking somebody home with me. I knew…