People often say you should never – EVER – UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES share your “number” with someone you’re dating.
Not the number of donuts you ate for breakfast this week, silly.
Your sexual history – the number of men or women (or men and women – hey you never know!) you’ve hooked up with. Why? Because making a record of this statistic can be catastrophic – just ask Lindsay Lohan.
A handwritten list of sexual partners emerged recently, and this list was rumored to belong to Linds. While people wondered why on earth she would ever make a list like this, they also wondered how Lindsay was so lucky to have bedded so many hotties.
When I first heard the news, I was critical. How could she be so dumb? How could she be so irresponsible?
Then I read the list – and I was downright jealous. I was also confused. Was this People magazine’s “Sexiest Man Alive” list?
Ashton Kutcher? Yes! Ryan Phillipe? Uh-huh. Justin Timberlake??? OMG.
Also included in her 36 – yes 36 – triumphs: James Franco, Zac Efron, Colin Farrell and plenty more.
The only man missing was Hugh Hefner himself.
Once again Lindsay Lohan became the laughing stock of the media, until she admitted exactly why she put pen to paper. Here’s what she told Oprah:
“And you know that list that came out, that was part of my Betty Ford – it’s step No. 5 or step No. 8 – it’s your sexual inventory, and that was in my Betty Ford book, so that was really personal to my sponsor. You write that for your sponsor,” she said.
Lindsay, who’s no stranger to people turning their backs on her, theorized that a then-“friend” who helped her during a move must have seen the list, snapped a photo of it and sold it to the tabloids.
And just like that, Lindsay went from self-absorbed crazy cat lady with nothing better to do with her life than document her sexual pursuits like an elementary school student doodling in a notebook—to victim and someone people could sympathize with.
The mistake she made was not in writing the list—but in failing to destroy it after it served its purpose. Although, if my list read like a who’s who of Hollywood, maybe I wouldn’t destroy it either.
