In the movie What‘s Your Number?, Anna Faris goes on a quirky romp through the past 20 or so guys she’s had sex with (oh, a *relationship* in the movie…) because she’s convinced one of them is her “one true love”. Nope, turns out its her male slut of a neighbor, Chris Evans. Spoiler alert: they end up together.
We’re not all lucky enough to have Chris Evans be our slutty, attractive, charming male neighbor who we can be madly in love with at the end of 106 minutes.
But let’s not fixate on the predictable ending to this romantic comedy, let’s talk numbers. At some point, we’ve all done the “think-back” and tried to figure out just how many guys we slept with. Okay, for some of us, it’s not that tough to figure out. For others, it’s an exercise in futility. Sometimes names (first or last) are optional. Just like clothing.
In the movie, Anna’s friends are appalled at her 20 guys. I’ve never felt like a “Samantha” so much in my life until I got to witness their scripted reactions. Let’s just say I’ve got her character beat. Which, when you do the math is really only sleeping with less than 2 people per year for the past however many years. I don’t think that’s a huge deal. I also put a lot less thought into whether or not I’m going to sleep with somebody than most girls probably do. I do what I want, when I want, and with whom I want at the time. There’s not really too much more to it than that.
However, it just so happens I was at a dinner with some of my guy friends recently and they started the think-back conversation. I stayed quiet. While I don’t feel the need to justify my number to anyone, I feel that in an actual conversation, I would end up defending myself. Even though I don’t want to.
Why is it that guys get to brag so much about their numbers and girls have to make excuses? I refuse to talk numbers with anyone I’m dating, because I don’t care about theirs and they shouldn’t care about mine. What do you think–is knowing the number important?