165 Women in 365 Days
January 13, 2012 § 55 Comments
I read about a programme on a couple of nights ago about a sex addict in his twenties who has slept with 300 women. The night before a friend had told me her son has a friend, aged 20, who has slept with 165 women this year alone (that’s a new one every few days). I have recently heard of a thirteen year old boy at a party snogging no fewer than eighteen girls. He caught the name of one or two of them, by chance, otherwise didn’t have a clue who any of them were. The new film Shame which sounds good although, as I write, I have yet to see, is about a sex addict in New York. Russell Brand only married for about 42 seconds before feeling the need to succumb once more to turnover. From where I am sitting today, the world seems to be full of Russell Brands.
Believe me – even though it’s a middle-aged plankton speaking – I am no prude. Born in the sixties. Totally liberal upbringing. Unfazed. Things are changing and evolving. A lot of people are having sex with a LOT of people. And it’s not just men, but it’s the men I have been hearing about recently (Fact: there are a whole lot more male sex addicts than female ones) and the men who are – probably – standing to get away more scot free than women. These modern levels of promiscuity are not ideal for either sex on may fronts (STDs etc), but it is about choices and the way of the world and I’m over it.
What gets me more than the sheer numbers (I am sorry but I can only admire such a hit rate, no, admire is the wrong word; marvel at), is how come one man has the opportunity of so many women? Could a woman who is not on the streets, fuck 165 men in one year? I don’t mean, could she in the emotional sense. If that’s her bag, I am sure she could and be emotionally fine with it, and that’s fine. But I mean, in the practical sense? I suppose if she didn’t need to know their names or exchange anything by way of conversation, well, sure. But – and perhaps I am showing my age here – say she wanted to fuck 165 men in 365 days and move on from every single one without the sense that the experience was entirely zipless and both “partners” (though maybe that is too intimate a word for the anonymous gropings between two strangers) weren’t entirely speechless and nameless? Say, Luddite notion, she wanted to get to know a few of them a little? Yeah, I guess she could find that many who were willing to oblige, but it’d take an awful lot of legwork. Full-time bloody job.
Well, it’s not going to be my New Year challenge, that’s for sure. 165 in 365? Chance of 1 in 3065 would be a fine thing! But I am staggered at the sheer numbers of women that one man can come into contact with and get into bed at such a rate. The sheer turnover! I know: parties, bars, the net, the street; easy, I guess. Though the above stats would seem to suggest to me, with my skewed view of the world, that women outnumber men about 100 to one! It’s worse than I thought.
I can’t do the maths, but whatever anyone says – and you can forget the morals of the whole thing because the rights and wrongs are no longer interesting or relevant, least of all to all those who are participating in multiple encounters, and anyway that’s another story and not part of my point – statistically it is alarming that an ordinary bloke, who is not paying for it, can fuck hundreds of women in so short a time. And the more men who see that their mates are doing it, the more they are likely to think, hey, why settle down with one nag and put up with all the shit when so much variety is on tap, I just have to say the word – in fact, don’t even have to be arsed with that half the time and I’m still quids and quids and quids in!
It does not say much for the odds in favour of a woman – young or old – finding, should that be her particular bag, down to earth, long-term, respectful, communicative, sexually meaningful and loving companionship, any time soon.
We are all doomed.
Anyway, it was with this in mind that I thought, fuck it, took all your advice, and emailed Long Shot.