I came across this interesting post from Life of a Lover Girl and it got me to thinking – did I actually compare lovers?  I guess in short, the answer is YES!

I think deep down, we probably all compare lovers, and this is definitely the case after a break-up, or when you have quickly moved from one guy to the next, or even multiple partners at once. I also agree with the Life of a Lover Girl in the case that I probably wouldn’t admit to any of the men that I am sleeping with that I was actually comparing them.

For example, I recently told Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of that I had met someone new and we were seeing each other – One Ball. I wasn’t going to tell him at all to be honest, as we hadn’t exactly parted on the best of terms, but we have been “kinda talking” since that point, and I’m over it. He was confessing how much he was missing me, and once he was done, I dropped the bombshell:

“I’m seeing someone else”

What happened from here? The obvious, of course:

“Is he as good as me in bed?”

“Have you told him to say ‘stop’ yet?”  

“I bet his cock isn’t as big as mine!”  

“Does he know how much you love your neck being kissed?”  

“I bet you are bored in bed with him already. Don’t forget, I know what you like, and I know that not many men will give it to you!”
Of course, it would have been so easy to just tell him that One Ball was fucking DYNAMITE in bed, and I had enjoyed every damn second of it. That would have been comparing them though, and as much as I want to judge them both in my head, I would never admit to them that they were being “scored” by me. Instead, I told him that I wasn’t into comparing lovers and he needed to get over it! This was about a week or so ago, and he’s still doing it.

In reality, I wanted to tell him how badly he kisses, and how much he pissed me off. I won’t though – I have too much dignity for that.  I like to think that I have more class than to do the whole “His cock was bigger than yours” crap. In reality, I’m just too classy to say it out loud; I’m definitely thinking it in my head though. I will always compare every guy I kiss to the Big Love. I will always compare every fuck I have to that I get from My Mr. Grey. The Guy I Couldn’t Get Rid Of will always be known as the worst kiss of my life.

See – we all judge, whether or not we like to admit it.

It makes me wonder though; how would I be judged in bed? I like to think I’m the girl that gives amazing blowjobs, but as yet, I still haven’t made One Ball climax in my mouth. I also like to think I’m the girl that does what the “Nice Girls” don’t , but from reading other blogs I have recently discovered that even the “Nice Girls” have badass sides.Can I kiss? Of course I like to think so. I don’t think I’m very good on top – I used to be a much bigger size than I am now, and I guess I’m still pretty self-conscious. I also used to struggle to get a rhythm when I was on top. I’m much better on the bottom. I buck my hips to meet his; I wrap my legs around his waist, shove pillows under my ass, scratch his back and hold onto his shoulders, etc. I like to think I’m pretty good in bed, and a lot of guys tell me I am. Maybe they are just being nice, like when us girls say “Yeah, you’re totally the best I ever had” to pretty much every guy they are in a long term relationship with. Or is that just me? How would you rate yourself in bed? And am I as good as I like to think I am?

Good in Bed