Maybe it’s how I’m wired (I’m demi) or because I did get it out of my system, but I find the sentiment confusing. I know of several friends who’ve had way more partners and hookups than me, but they still seem to feel unsatisfied. Like they regret not doing even more.

Maybe there is a magic number that one can hit that leads to a satisfying sexual history, but from the outside it looks to me like a type of dysphoria - that is, of the people I’m thinking of, I don’t believe they’ll ever feel complete.