I admit, I wasn't as modest with my body as I should have been in my younger years. Between the ages of 18 and 23ish, I pretty much just gave my sex away to people who thought I cared and might pursue something further with. I haven't counted the number in a long time, but it's not the number that counts, it's that I have one. Yes, I feel guilty about it. The people I slept with weren't much to brag about either. And at the time, my mentality allowed me to believe that it was something for them to brag about, the fact that they had me.
I'm not sure what it was, back then. I had my heart broken at 18 by my first girlfriend, then further broken by my first REAL love. After that, I just didn't care. I met people, did 'em, moved on, all the while them thinking they might have a chance with me. Most of them were good people too. Maybe not eye candy, but I can't say I'm total eye candy either. (but I am cute)
I feel bad about it and I know that I've used these people, and I feel bad that they know. I often wonder how they are, because they were, at one point, friends. I abused that honor of being these people's friends.
But that was then, this is now. I was actually faithful for years to a woman that I wasn't even in a relationship with yet. But I had hoped to one day be in a relationship with her. Now I am!