Yes ... even he counts

Yes ... even he counts

One topic that has always been quick to start a riot here at SingleBlackMale.net is the “magic number” … yes … how many people you f*cked.  It’s came up when I talked about determining hoe status and when handing down the 10 pre-engagement questions, I even expanded and talked about “The Magic Ratio” … which really is more important than the number alone.

Anytime this topics comes up … so does the fighting.  Some want to know … some don’t want to know … some refuse to tell anyone and plan to take it to their grave … other’s write it on their forehead every morning just so they don’t forget have no shame in the game … other’s can’t remember and gave up counting.  Whatever your personal view it’s wrong if its not full disclosure, that’s between you and the boo.

One thing that I inherently hear from some woman is “well … I don’t count some of my guys.  Why should you impact my count if you were [bad, a one night stand, a birthday “gift”, or some other dumba$$ excuse]”.

Well, in our quest here to educate, inform, and stimulate enlighten the female population, I am here to present the final list of guidelines to determining if “he counts”.  But do remember … when in doubt … that n***a counts!

See Also:  Older Women: The Best Thing for a Young SBM

He got at least one pump

Yes … just one pump. If he gets the more than the tip in (tips only count as half), then I must tell you miss … you just had sex. He will forever be engraved in that plaque in your head of every guy you have slept with, never to be removed.  Even if you stop him, you hear a gunshot, or he prematurely ends the love making session after said pump his wife comes in at that moment with a gun … you’ve had sex.

The sex was bad

This has always been the dumbest thing to me.  How is it that bad sex doesn’t count as sex?  Where else in life is that valid or work? Does a bad steak mean you didn’t eat? Does a bad job mean your unemployed? Does a bad movie means you didn’t go out?  I don’t care if it was the worst 2 minutes of your life … that sh*t counts!

You were high drunk

This excuse always makes me laugh.  Oh man … if only I could absolve myself of all the bad things I’ve ever done while drunk.  There would be more than one person I never cursed out, more than one random a$$ I wouldn’t have grabbed, and at least one incident of me gangsta walking in McDonald’s at 4am while singing “Don’t Save Her” to my simping roommate other embarrassing moment.  Simply stated … you might not have thought it through, and if you were passed out … well … that’s a legal issue and he’s going to hell … but otherwise, go ahead and add another notch the headboard.

See Also:  You, my friend, are a racist

It was your birthday/valentine’s day/sister’s wedding … and you were lonely

Uh … yeah … you might have felt bad … he might have looked like a Jerome from Martin with a single tooth in his month and he only gave you the 3 lackluster pumps before collapsing and snoring loudly for an hour before getting kicked out … but … he counts.  Nowhere else in your life do you get to just discredit stuff because you were vulnerable at the time.  example: “Naw man … I don’t owe you any money … I was all emotional at the time … how bad you need $500 anyways?”

And to be fair … let me talk to my fellow guys … break it down for the other side.

You got the tip in

Yeah n***a … you smashed!

Yeah … we’re multiplying … not dividing.  Ain’t no guy subtracting from their number (to another guy or in their head) … although ou might wanna black out Sheneneh’s name … cause we all got some names we might wanna forget.

So go forth, revisit that number, and adjust accordingly.  And remember … when in doubt … that ninja counts!