There was a woman who I worked with at my first job out of college. She was approaching 30 years old, married, with a 2 year old son. She had spiky blond hair, a caustic raspy voice, and a thin athletic frame. She was an avowed feminist and grrrl power enthusiast. So when the after work get together invariably turned to the topic of sex, she was usually right in the center of it all.
How big of a slut was she? Well, her claim was that by the time she met her husband she’d slept with close to 500 men. She would assure us, of course, that she no longer played the field, but in hindsight that was obviously platitudes offered to make us all think she had changed her ways. Think about 500 men. Contemplate the enormity of it all. That’s 250-feet of cock (using The Better Beta metric of an average 6″ member per man) that has plowed that furrow.
Now some of you may be thinking that she was inflating her number as some sort of woman power and strength through sex braggadocio. But this woman approached sex like it was a game where scores are kept. She had her sex journal listing all the men she’d slept with, a star next to the name/description of each guy she’d had sex with more than once. There was even a mark for those guy’s she’d had anal sex with, or performed/received oral to/from. There were entries with no name listed. Random guy on the train was one of her favorites. Banging it out on the lower luggage level of a passenger car as it pulled into the train station. She’d smile fondly as she told the story of them finishing up and wondering if they’d get caught by passengers coming down to get their luggage and disembark.
The reaction of all of us co-workers was outwardly non-judgmental. While I was repulsed by her sluttiness, I was also abiding by the golden rule. So I said nothing and neither did any of my male co-workers. Nary a challenge nor a slut shaming was offered.
The women on the other hand were fascinated. More than one woman I worked with listened with rapture to this slut’s tales and exploits. One in particular, who had led a sheltered life, decided she had missed out on all the fun during most of her 20′s and now approaching 30 decided it was time to sample the myriad delights. This sheltered gal grew up in a religious family, went to a Lutheran college back in the midwest, married a seminarian, had some kids and decided she was unhappy. Left her husband, took the kids and moved to the Bigger City. Now it is quite obvious to me that this sheltered gal saw that the slut wasn’t ostracized for her behavior and in fact she was lauded for it by other women. In a situation like that, she probably felt it was ok to unleash her hypergamous desires. All the rewards and none of the social risks in today’s age.
Getting back to the slut of 500 cocks. I did hold back some of my description of this gal. Here she was at 30, physically fit and all. But she was aged. I mean horribly aged. With her bleached out hair and mass of wrinkles one wouldn’t be surprised to guess her age as closer to 50 than 30. Her marriage was also rocky. The guy she married was a nice guy beta with pedestaling/oneitis issues. Their son was allowed to be a holy terror. This woman had grown up in a strict patriarchal family and she wasn’t going to allow her little baby to be disciplined for his behavior but allowed to explore and discover.
I lost touch with all the people I used to work with after I left the job. I don’t know what the ensuing years held for them. I can’t say I really cared though.
