I have a funny little story for you. Mr. Sweet and I had been seeing (read: screwing) each other for about two weeks, when I decided to do a Cosmo quiz with him. It was on things you should know about your lover. One of the questions was about your lover's "number"--as in, how many other sex partners did they have. Mr. Sweet already knew my answer (one), but I never really thought to ask him about his experience.
So of course, I asked him. He merely shrugged and said he didn't know. Now I knew he'd been on the football team his freshman year of college, and had gone to a bunch of frat parties. It stood to reason he'd been around the block a few times. But he also spent a lot of that year intoxicated. I asked him, "It's cool, I'm just curious. How many?"
He shrugged again, and said he didn't know. I said, "Really, it's no big deal. Just give me a ballpark figure."
He shook his head, and insisted he didn't know. I began to to panic a bit, and mentally called the health center to get tested for STD's. "How can you not know? Do you just not remember, or can you not count that high?"
He finally clued into my distress (or figured out that I'd keep asking him 'till I got an answer) and made a zero with his fingers. I blinked. And stared. And blinked again.
"You mean . . . I was your first? Why didn't you tell me?!?"
He shrugged again, I glared, and he finally mumbled something about thinking it might make him more nervous if I knew. I cancelled that mental appointment with the health center, and . . . the rest is history.
Would it really have mattered to me if he did have a huge number of girls he'd screwed before? No. I'd have been relieved to have someone experienced. And I probably wouldn't have spent our entire engagement trying to talk him out of marrying me (for fear that he'd realize he should have played the field more before getting hitched).
Thankfully, he didn't listen to me, we grew up together sexually, and we've been able to gain more experience together.
=)