Competition

Dirty Holly and I have a little "competition".

Actually, it's not really a competition at all. About two years ago, DH was horrified to find out that I had more notches on my bedpost then she. Determined to be the biggest slut in our group of friends (hey, everyone has to have a goal), she quickly ran out and racked up a few so she could be in the lead. She also thought that the ex and I were never going to break up, so she'd always have the title. Now that I'm single and she's in what will likely be her last relationship, she suddenly wants to ditch the competition in favor of a new one. She's also telling dubious tales of all-girl threesomes in an attempt to boost her numbers.

DH: Maybe we can have a bloody knuckles contest instead.

Sorry Holly, this slut's taking her title back.

DH: Make sure people know the girl thing is not a lie to boost numbers.
Me: It's my blog, and I can talk as much shit as I want to.
DH: That is so not fair.
Me: I can call you a virgin if I want to!
DH: Shame on you!