The Crazy Rants of Samantha Burns

but not quite.

Speaking of counting sexual experiences, you know I once had a friend who used to mark all of her partners on a calendar just to keep track of them all.

I know this seems like a bit of gossip, but I got a feeling her tracking system had something to do with if she were to get pregnant or AIDS or something. But man, what a slut.

I wasn't around for most of her rendezvous, but when I did go to visit her at her place, I would notice her calendar by her front door. It was riddled with names circled on whatever day she was with each person.

You know, like Monday, January 14 and the name John Doe was circled on that day, Wednesday, January 16, Bob Smith. Thursday, January 17, Frodo Baggins. Whatever.

I don't know how many frickin' partners she had in one year, but I'll bet she exceeded the sex rate of most, if not all those countries listed.

Pretty gross.

And, I always wondered why she had such low self-esteem. I mean, that's got to be the reason for such promiscuity, right?

From what I knew of her, she had a family quite like mine. Her dad worked similar to mine in hours and had a personality similar to my dads, her mom was an at home mom like mine - again similar personality, her parents didn't abuse her in any way that was noticeable, so I really couldn't make sense of what her problem was to allow herself to be used like that.

And, she never talked about it to me like she was bragging, or like she needed sex all the time. And, she wasn't wealthy or spending beyond her means, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't prostitution.

By all accounts that I could gather, she was merely an easy mark for bar-hopping guys.

I know this isn't one of my usual article writings, but this person really did baffle me, and I'm pretty good at understanding human behaviours.

Perhaps someone could clue me in one day.