I have been trying to list down all the names of the people I had sex with and, so far, not counting the people my mind can’t remember, at the age of 25, I got 91. I made this list when my friends and I talked about it one time, and since my partner partly wanted to know. He, on the other hand, had sex only with two people in his entire life, me included. Mine isn’t record-breaking. But it is, even for me, a huge number, isn’t it? I also tried to write down all their names. I know the first and last name of 34 of them. As for the rest, I could come up only with their first names. Or the place where we did it. Or what happened that day or night. It is surprising also to find out that I’ve been having sex in bizarre, public places: in a park, at the National Library, in our school’s bell tower (or what it used to be), behind a car in the shadows, at the EDSA Shrine, in saunas, in public toilets, in fire exits, among others. I consider that now as my fetish. LOL. Before you judge me, fine people, try to count yours first. LOL. Enjoy 2012. Ciao for now.