What counts?

Maybe it's a draw.

I have a number.
I'm sticking to that number too no matter how uncool or sad or whatever it might sound or look like.

And yeah maybe I did a little "girl math," but hey we're supposed to be good at literature and sewing right?

You don't let a girl do your taxes do you?

Don't answer that.

Instead, let's go back to the numbers other people go for.

Some people (I'm not pointing fingers or naming names) however prefer to either pretend like they don't have one, or are just way way sluttier than me.

Take in point someone I really really like who said:

"The fact that I'm unable to come up with my "number" has less to do with confusion over the volume of dudes I've bedded, and more to do with being confused on who exactly counts. "

Hmm?

"I've dealt with one-stroke jokes, brewer's droop, coke d*$#, and gay dudes, all of whom have managed to wedge their erections (or semi's) into me, but not long enough for it to make a blip on my *bleep*. "

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So the question remains:
If you only poke your head into a party, did you really attend?

Someone else was quick (funny) to say:

"Doesn't count. Just because you pulled your car into the garage, that doesn't necessarily mean that anyone got serviced, mkay?"

I think I agree.

You?