JANA HOCKING: I’m daring to talk about my BODY COUNT. This is what I tell men when they ask my bedroom tally…

There is a question between Rosé and the main course, usually under the guise of playful curiosity – telling you everything you need to know about a man.

‘What is your body?’

I was on the early stroller of a new relationship – you can excuse him because the part where you were so fascinated, probably wearing Crocs (almost) when he comes out with Clanger.

Suddenly, he changed how I saw him; I got what Millennials now called ‘ICK’.

We remembered the night we met. He was laughing at me about how he gave me the best sales field to come home with him – and I didn’t.

“ So we are still together, ” he said grinning. ‘Because the first night you didn’t sleep with me.’ ‘

He said it like a compliment. As if I have done the ‘right’ movement, I must be grateful for the past because I play the game correctly.

“So I’ll straighten it,” I said, in an entertained and irritated place. “ You would have fun with happiness, then you will write me – maybe, maybe, maybe do I have a sexual appetite? It makes it good for you to ask for a post -date struggle, but embarrassing for me? ‘

‘What is your body?’

It looked astonished, as it was a problem I invented. And here it was there – the double standard transferred like the heirloom of men for generations.

You see, it’s not just that. While men are still applauding to shelve partners, we women quietly again branded as ‘less serious’ flirting expectations.

He’s a young man, a legend. With that stimulating fairy tale or less polite terms … A slut.

It reminds me of my favorite Samantha line Sex and City: ‘I have no idea how many people I slept with. I’m busy having sex to keep a number. ‘

The number itself itself is irrelevant. The fascinating (and a little wild) is still the judgment that sticks to it. Not less in 2025.

If you put me in place and ask how many people I slept with, I couldn’t tell you either.

Not because the number is scandal, but because I stop counting after that.

Yes, Breaking News: I lived a 40 -year -old life.

Was I a little worried when the couple went into the house? Certainly. Do I get back any of these experiences? Absolutely no.

Facts: I’ve always applied safe sex. I choose. And I had great nights with men who added more to my life than the obvious one.

I took it, I wanted it, I did it.

The good ones I look at with love. The bad ones have become bright column feed.

If I had turned down this assertive lawyer, I wouldn’t wake up to a magical New York silhouette.

If I had rejected this professional footballer with this broken -nosed, I would have missed one of my favorite dinner stories that still dropped the jaws.

And listen, ladies: If you lie at night, if you are worried that your number is scandal, take a breath – you almost definitely average.

In the USA, adults report about 10 sexual partners during their lives.

Of course, there are always excessive gains. My own country is Australia, proudly 13.3 – Yes, that sounds true – and the title of the second most complicated nation in the world. Only Türkiye beats us with an average of 14.5.

But you don’t know that. The rules and language that we build around women’s sexuality are still very archaic.

In the same postal code, go out with a few men and suddenly you are ‘village bike’ (everyone had a journey) or the ‘transitional party girl’.

Inner check. Yes, some time ago I stopped counting ‘body count’. I have much more important things to follow, such as wine in the refrigerator or my vibrator is completely charging.

He shaped my sex life in much more important ways than a gang. Some lovers become friends. Some were disasters. Some of the stories of a nightgown that I will never leave printed. Each one shaped me.

So, next time someone asks you this terrible question – What is your number? – Roll your eyes and tell them that they have none of their work.

Because the only thing that the problem reveals is how long the girls should go.