I wonder what kind of answers would be here if the question was how many satifying sexual partners have you been with?

Wish you would have given us a time span, oh like 27 years. Then I could say emphatically, “One!” But since you haven’t, there was that time between the ages of 16 and 21 when I had a not so good time (as it happens) and was a total, well you know. Maybe Bacardi can remember how many, because I sure can’t. I do remember a few names, though! Funny, I quit drinking about the time I met Mr. Loves Me Forever…yes, I love him forever, too!

I’ll put it this way, my second husband looked like Gregory Peck, was a very well educated, sophisticated CEO 26 years my senior, and belonged to one of the oldest and most prestigious men’s club in the US, and had his suits made in London. He liked nice things. Once we were in an airport and he said, “You walk through and 2,000 people turn around for a second glance. That’s real power and you’re oblivious.” But unlike that particular former husband who laid everything but the Atlantic cable I was a “good girl” most of my life. Safe to say I starred in many more fantasies than I acted in real-time. Quality over quantity has been my raison d’etre. But I’ll have plenty to keep me giggling in my rocking chair at 95. ;)

That is such an ambiguous question. How many counted one at a time? Does “Slept with” mean copulation? How about a frightening thunder storm, when the children all pile in for safety, or the power outage in winter when all huddle together for warmth? Clarification is needed to answer correctly. And would that have been before or after the eleven Harvey Wallbangers at the sailors shore leave party?

Oh Darling. How would it help you to know?

When I left home, I married this totally idios he beat me, threw things at me., what I got out of the cheating loser was two beautiful children. Then when I left him I was out to burn every man on this planet. The day I got my divorce papers I meet this man that was wonderful. I was going to go home, but my car would not start. This fabulous man came out and saw me crying. I told him, he look at my car and said he could fix it in the am. He offer me a ride I was a little bit scared, but he was so polite that I said yes. First he took me to breakfast and then he took me home. He walked me to my door and kissed me on the check. The next day he called and said my car was fixed and he would pick me up to get it. He took my right to my car.I told him I did not have much money but I would do his laundry for him. And the rest is history……………

sorry about the spelling errors but it is 4:30 am. Thank-You.

That’s like asking me how many Grateful Dead concerts I attended. I’m fairly certain I attended seven, but can only actually recall four of them.

After a divorce, this Catholic School Girl raised by de nuns (I’ll never forget Sister Nepomison, Director of Immaculate Heart High School in Hollywood, who scared the holy out of me), I grew up in Berkeley at the age of 25. Sexuality was an issue for a lot of good Catholic girls — at least me. Must have been an issue for everyone else hanging out on Telegraph Avenue, too — or maybe it was just a playground for the opportunistic guys. But we only really had to worry about getting pregnant, with a few having to worry about simple veneral diseases, like syphillis and gonorhea. Anyway, given the circumstances, I studied mine in Berkeley where the doors flew open at a look, surely a touch — so, I’d say, about 200. A bit much probably. Although if I were doing it again and didn’t have to set a good example for my children, well think I would have gone down the street saying — I’ll take you, and you, and you with a few ‘No Thank Yous’.

Most are happy, happy memories. I was a late starter but I found intimacy when I sought it. Now in my sixties I find that I reflect on some of those moments from time to time …………… with a great big smile. ps. my lover is 16 years younger than me …. and the beat goes on!

Dear Jenny, are you saying this is play with Dr. Klein’s mind?! ;)