One of the first things I said to one of my BFFs when going through IF treatment was I wish I had more sex with more people when I was in college. I was SO TERRIFIED of getting pregnant in college, disappointing my parents, etc. even if using BC, that I was a huuuuge prude compared to my peers. IF = little/no chance of getting pregnant on my own, so some BC pills, a condom and I'd have been good to slut it up if I wanted.
ETA: I met my husband when I was 21 (he was 27) and was married less than 2 years later. I can count the number of sexual partners I've had on less than 1 hand, BJs and other play included. Hell, I can count the number of guys I've made out with on less than 2 hands.
Yes. I was 33 when I met H. Up to that time, I lived by the "work hard and play harder" rule. I feel like I had plenty of fun before I decided to it would be good to be a married woman.
I was 30 when I met H and I feel like I had experienced enough of the world and learned enough of myself that I was ready to be married.
What kept me from having sex with more men wasn't just my parents' christian guilt, it was that the men I saw (my age and older) treated women like shit. It's not hard to be a prude when the available choices suck.
I wish I had gotten around more. I started dating my husband at 19. We are each others' onlies. I guess there's something special about that (though that's kind of meh to me), but I would have loved to have some time in my 20s to be single.
Post by gibbinator on Aug 27, 2014 11:56:59 GMT -5
I was 19 when I met dh, and he's been my only real sexual partner. For a few years, after it was clear we were going to be long term, I did kind-of regret not having any other experience. But now I'm mostly glad to just share that intimacy with him.
In theory, I wish I would have slept around more (I started dating H when I was 16 and we have each had one other partner). In reality, I am really awkward, so I doubt it would have played out like it does in my mind.
Post by keweenawlove on Aug 27, 2014 12:21:25 GMT -5
I met DH when I was 18 (first month of college) and he was my only one so sometimes I wish I would have had more single time in my 20s. Oh well. I'm happy with where I ended up. I feel like I got a decent amount of "other fun" out of my system the year before we met at least.
I got around enough before I met XH. When I got divorced, I was not against sleeping around a bit but getting that kind of experience was not really a goal... I felt like I had been there and done that.
So no regrets that BF was the first (and ideally, last) person I slept with after divorce.
In reality, I am really awkward, so I doubt it would have played out like it does in my mind.
This is me to an extent as well. Like, in my head I'd have been sleeping around, but in reality I'd have been sitting home on Friday and Saturday nights like I always did
There is ONE guy, just one where I wish I'd thrown caution to the wind and just banged, even though he had a GF. I was unwilling to be the "other woman", even once, even though he was in the process of breaking things off with her, but the chemistry was so unmistakable, I think it would have been worth it. I met my DH a few weeks later. I saw him once after I was married, and he was engaged (to someone who was not the GF he had in college), and the sexual tension was still palpable.
Post by imojoebunny on Aug 27, 2014 12:33:18 GMT -5
I had fun before I met DH. I feel like I was in enough relationships to understand what is a relationship problem, and what is a life in general problem. The sex part is kind of secondary to the relationship experience. I am happy with the past experience I had, but having the relationship experience makes me appreciate my drama free, caring husband more than I would without having had other relationships. The thought of another man at this point really repulses me.
Before that, I was awkward and sheltered and went to an all-girls school, and I didn't have many opportunities to meet guys. Even if I had dated guys before I got to college, I would've been too petrified of my parents finding out/the wrath of God/etc. to actually have sex with them. I had a hard time shaking my parents' belief system and rules before I got to my early 20s.
I'm happy with MH but I sometimes wonder what could have been.
I'm cool with my experience pre husband. No regrets in that department. What I do regret is being so damn self conscious when I was younger, what a waste of some of my best looking years and flat abs.
No. I met my future husband at 18, almost 19. And to make it worse, I had been dating a different guy for like 9 months before that. I definitely did NOT get around as much as I should have, lol.
I love him obviously and appreciate the fact that we basically "grew up" together so to speak. Still. I wouldn't have minded meeting him at 26-27 either
I certainly had a lot of fun my last two years of college and then again after I went through a broken engagement. I don't regret most of it, but some of it I do. I'm thankful DH had a very similar experience.
I sometimes wish I could have had more "good" sex before I was married. I met H in college and though I sowed plenty of oats prior to him, it was hardly quality sex. It wasn't until I got into my late 20's that I really figured out what was good for me and what wasn't and just having overall sexual confidence. I think it would have been fun to experiment at that point in time.
In reality, I am really awkward, so I doubt it would have played out like it does in my mind.
This is me to an extent as well. Like, in my head I'd have been sleeping around, but in reality I'd have been sitting home on Friday and Saturday nights like I always did
There is ONE guy, just one where I wish I'd thrown caution to the wind and just banged, even though he had a GF. I was unwilling to be the "other woman", even once, even though he was in the process of breaking things off with her, but the chemistry was so unmistakable, I think it would have been worth it. I met my DH a few weeks later. I saw him once after I was married, and he was engaged (to someone who was not the GF he had in college), and the sexual tension was still palpable.
I was the other woman in a situation just like this. We didn't have sex, but did make out. He imitated. I feel kind bad about it now, cause it's totally not like me. But, dude, the sexual tension. Anybody with half a brain cell could sense it. My only real regret was sending him home one night when I was sick drunk and he wanted to stay to help me. While nobody wants to sleep with the puker, I probably could have at least coerced him into a bed with me, lol.