When I was in my twenties I lived in a sort of communal house. It was during my hippie days, yea I'm that old. I would have a girl come into my room at night two or three times a week. This went on for years.
One time I was dating this girl and we had a fight in my room. She left and I yelled down the stairs after her "we're done". The girl that lived across the hall opened her door, walked across the hall into my room, took off her jeans and shirt and got in my bed. And I jumped on her. It wasn't two minutes from the time I threw one girl out of my bed to another jumped in. That kind of shit happened all the time.
Today everybody thinks being a hippie was about drugs. It wasn't. It was about sex.
And for what's my count? I have no idea. I can't even remember most of their names. But It's different for the ones I loved.
I remember them all to well.