Sex & the Single Woman: Revolving Door

The other night I was listening to the radio and one of the DJs was commenting on a man she heard about how sleeps with so many women on a regular basis he has multiple toothbrushes for them. That description was followed by the realization that there is no way a woman could get away with that kind of behavior.

And she’s right.

I can’t imagine having to keep track of that many people, let alone have the guys not catch on. I’m not seeking to pass judgment on anyone, I have no room to make those calls, but I honestly can’t see myself being happy with that kind of a lifestyle. What’s worse is that I know guys who feel comfortable deceiving women, and who probably at some point in their lives have had multiple toothbrushes.

The more I think about it, though, the more I realize that the toothbrush is really just a metaphor in a much larger equation. (Sorry, the English major in me is coming out.) We’ve all been at points where there were multiple men in at least some circumstance. That cute guy at work who caught your eye, even though you have a boyfriend; the guys who buy you drinks at bars. At what point do we need to discard excess in favor of one really good find?