Why It Really Doesn’t Matter How Many People You’ve Slept With

Why It Really Doesn’t Matter How Many People You’ve Slept With

Thought Catalog

He rolls off me and does the awkward condom removal maneuver before he climbs back in my bed, nestles in a bit and asks, “So what’s your number?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you seem like this isn’t your first song and dance. What number am I?”

I don’t know. At this point it’s all a statistic.

How many did I love? 3.

How many was I actually in a committed relationship with? 2.

The year I lost track of the number? 2012.

Does it matter if you’re safe about it? I get my tests yearly just to make sure a mistake wasn’t a terrible one. I no longer go into these trysts feeling dead inside, trying to get something more out of it than what it is. I don’t think it’s anyone’s business to know my number, especially when I’m not so sure myself. Why don’t I know? Because…

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23 Signs You Drink Too Much Coffee

23 Signs You Drink Too Much Coffee

Thought Catalog


1. You once replied to the standard barista question, “What drink can I get started for you today?” with “Yes.”

2. You consider reporting any employer who doesn’t provide coffee in the kitchen or break room to OSHA.

3. You woke up once only to realize that you’d run out of coffee the night before, and quickly shut your eyes to escape the worst nightmare you’d ever had.

4. That was the day you considered ordering only coffee on Seamless.

5. The barista at the coffee shop by your apartment knows you and your drink on sight.

6. So does the barista at the coffee shop by your office.

7. And every other coffee shop in a 3 block radius of either location.

8. In your opinion, one of the greatest gestures of true love is when your significant other has your coffee order memorized.

9. You have very…

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Though I Won’t Mean To, I Will Push You Away When We First Start Dating

Though I Won’t Mean To, I Will Push You Away When We First Start Dating

It’s like this is about me.

Thought Catalog

Brittani LepleyBrittani Lepley

You don’t know me yet, but you will, and when you do, as I do with countless others, I will push you away, and I want to explain why.

I will push you away not because I don’t want to be with you, but because wanting to be with you means me giving all of me, and that’s a concept too hard for me to fathom.

Many things have happened to me in my life which have caused me to put up walls. Not just little building block walls, but sky-scraping, barbed wire-covered, impenetrable walls. These walls are hard for a regular man to break through at once, but little by little, with a bit of hard work, rope and wire cutters, it can be overcome. And that’s what I want: someone to overcome my walls; to prove to me that I am worth the effort, worth the…

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On a Mother’s Love.


So, as usual, I’m behind on my posts. No one’s surprised. I’m going to double dip on this one. For my sorority, Delta Zeta, we have an annual mother-daughter tea. This year, we’re putting together a display, which I’m not going to talk about in detail in case anyone reading this will be attending. Anyways, I’m really thankful for my mom. I wish I would have realized sooner how wonderful she is. 
So, here’s post two! 

When I was a little girl, I wanted nothing more than to grow up and be just like my mommy.  I remember sneaking into her leopard print make up bag, putting on way too much red lipstick, and pretend I was just like her.

When I entered my teenage years, I thought my mom was out to get me. She couldn’t possibly want me to have fun, and she definitely didn’t understand me. I never even considered the sacrifices she was making so that I could do all of the things I did. Countless nights we fought, and each time I’d think “I can’t wait to leave home and never have to come back again”. 

Looking back, I realize my mom loved me more than anything. She was crazy, yes, but so was I. Now that I’m grown up and don’t have to go home if I don’t want to, I miss her more than anything. The phone calls I would dread in high school, I now look forward to.

My mother is a beautiful, strong, intelligent woman. She has drive and ambition, and taught me to always work hard and never give up on my dreams. She taught me how to stand up for what I believe in (something we’re both a little too good at). I love her more than anything; I’m lucky to have not just a wonderful mother, but a best friend. 

Finding Myself On Buzzfeed


This is everything. This is why I BuzzFeed.

Alena Dillon


We’ve learned so much in 2014. We learned that Russia has a city that sounds like the name of a blonde telepathic waitress and vampire lover. We learned that Patrick Stewart is gay, and then we learned he isn’t. We learned that Ron and Hermione need marriage counseling, and we’re heartbroken about it. We learned that Alec Baldwin has feelings too. But most importantly, we’ve learned about ourselves.

Take me, for example. Before 2014, I never knew I should live in West Virginia, or that if I were reincarnated as a dog, I’d be a Corgi. I never knew if I fell asleep and woke up in King’s Landing, it would be as Arya Stark. These are critical, life-altering lessons that deserve to be shared with my 508 Facebook friends, both so that they can see me for who I truly am, and so they have the opportunity to become…

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On Taking Things for Granted.


Well, folks, the Lenten season is upon us. Now, every year I give something (or a series of things) up, and inevitably, am completely unsuccessful in my endeavor. So this year, instead of giving something up, I decided to take more time to appreciate the little things and fix something about myself. Each week, throughout the season, I’ll post a blog about my journey. Probably boring, but a little personal growth never hurt anyone. 

Here’s the first. On taking things for granted.

We take a lot of things for granted. Our friends, families, significant others. Food, shelter, water. Clothing, books, music. The luxuries of daily existence. The list is endless. We just assume they will always be there, that is until they’re not. It’s true what they say, you never realize what you have until it’s gone.  In light of recent events, today I got to thinking about what I take for granted, and what I’d do without them. Here’s what I’ve got. 

love (noun)

: a feeling of strong or constant affection for a person

: attraction that includes sexual desire : the strong affection felt by people who have a romantic relationship

: a person you love in a romantic way

Exhibit A: My boyfriend (I know I said I wasn’t that girl who would blog about her boyfriend, but bear with me). Today, we fought. We don’t do that a lot, and as a result, I just assume our relationship is perfect and that he will always be there. He left for a few hours today, so we could both clear our heads, and I got to thinking – why do we take our love for granted? Why do I assume that he’ll always be there when I wake up? At some point, does it become commonplace for us to treat those we love with less respect than others simply because we assume they will always be there? Should we not, in theory, do anything but take those people for granted? After all, he’s the only one who thinks I’m pretty with no make up on after I just woke up and haven’t showered in three days. I should do anything but take him for granted.

Exhibit B: My parents. Recently, I’ve gotten to thinking about how absolutely amazing these people are. They made me the person that I am today, and I’m pretty proud of that. Have I told them that? Probably not enough. Instead of taking their unconditional love as something that will always be there, I’m going to be sure to tell them just how thankful and lucky I am to have them. My mom has called me three days in a row this week and talked to me for upwards of half an hour each night. Instead of rolling my eyes at her, I should have showered her in the “I love yous” she deserves. 

I know, this post is short. But, the premise is simple. Never, ever take anything for granted. It could be gone tomorrow. And don’t just tell the people you love that you love them — show them every single day. 

New Year, New Blog.


Recently, one of my friends asked me why I stopped writing in my blog.  After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I wasn’t blogging because, for once, things were actually going great for me. I have a good job, a plan for the future, great friends, and an absolutely sensational boyfriend. So what was there for me to write about? No one was cheating on me and my life wasn’t falling apart – no one could possibly want to read about the good things going on in my life. Obviously I shouldn’t blog until something bad comes along.

That’s when it struck me – as human beings, we thrive on other people’s struggles.  I’m personally responsible for this, I know. How many times have you opened your Facebook to scorn at the happily engaged couples or new parents, only to then search someone who you know is worse off than you are? If I wrote a blog called “10 Reasons Why I Love My Boyfriend,” (I won’t, don’t worry) it would probably get a tenth of the views as a post entitled “10 Reasons Why My Boyfriend is a Lying Asshole”.  And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what is wrong with all of us. We find happiness in other’s misfortune. Instead of finding it in ourselves to be happy for them, we become disgusted and withdraw ourselves from their excitement.  Heaven forbid someone actually have a good life.

I’ve never been much for New Year’s Resolutions. After all, we all know they’re practically impossible to keep, and if I want to change something, why wait until the new year to do it? But this year, I made one. I decided to make myself a better person.  And this is one of the ways I plan to do so. I vow to find happiness for other’s successes. I vow to talk about the good things in my life, like having a boyfriend who will watch terrible Netflix documentaries with me and decorate Christmas cookies with my parents and applying to graduate school. I vow to appreciate the little things such as running water and heat during a polar vortex. I vow to be happy, no matter what. 

With that, I plan to revamp my blog. For one, I want to get back into writing. Period. Second of all, I plan to focus on the positives instead of the negatives in my life. Don’t worry, I’m sure my signature, snarky posts will still be present, but hopefully interspersed with positive, uplifting ones. So here’s to 2014 – a year of happiness, success, love, and blog posts to highlight all of those things.