I’ve had sex with 5,000 men in nine years (but never the same man twice),’ boasts beauty therapist, 25
A beauty therapist, 25, has claimed to have slept with 5,000 men in just nine years – or 3,285 days.
Nikki Lee also boasts about having a ‘personal best’ of four men in one night and she claims she has never had sex with the same conquest twice.
In an admission that will shock most people, the blonde Essex girl has told how she has had casual sex in nightclubs, alleyways, parks, cinemas and teen discos since losing her virginity at 16.
‘Obsessed’: Nikki admits to having casual sex in nightclubs and alleyways
Miss Lee, who also works as a model, admits to going on regular sex holidays, where she sleeps with men in clubs, on beaches and on balconies.
She averages having sex with two men every day and has kept the details of each of them in a little red notebook – all with scores.
• One’s a virgin, another has slept with 50 men… can you guess how many lovers these women have had? You may be surprised…dailymail.co.uk
By the time she was 21, Miss Lee claims to have had sex with 2,289 men. Although the admission, made to a weekly real-life magazine, cannot be verified, has been called ’emotionally very dangerous’ by a relationship expert.
‘I put a star beside the lads who were best in bed. By the time I was 18, I had moved out of home and in with friends and there were nearly 800 in my book,’ she said.
‘Plenty of men have notches on bedposts, so why couldn’t I have my own packed little red book?’
‘Personal best’: Nikki, 25, admits to sleeping with four men on the same night
Miss Lee boasts that she is ‘proud’ of the astonishing figure – and claims she is so obsessed about having sex that it’s her ‘drug’.
But even the ‘sex-addict’, who admits that on one holiday to Ibiza she slept with four men on the same night, claims she has some standards.
Miss Lee told Love It! magazine: ‘I just have two rules: no men who belong to someone else and only safe sex. Apart from that, pretty much anything else goes.
‘I have now slept with more than 5,000 blokes.
‘Some of my mates think I need to get help for sex addiction.
‘But if I am a sex addict, I am enjoying it and don’t want to be cured.’
Talking about losing her virginity at 16, Miss Lee said: ‘I’d discovered something I was good at.
‘I started keeping my notebooks within weeks. I was proud of how many men I was sleeping with and I was scared I would lose track.
‘Every lad I recorded was proof I was more sexy than other girls.’
She also told how she uses condoms and is taking the contraceptive pill.
‘My behaviour wasn’t hurting anyone. I visited my local sexual health clinic every couple of weeks to make sure my lifestyle wasn’t harming me,’ she added.
Sex and relationship expert Dr Pam Spurr said: ‘It is technically possible, but emotionally very dangerous.
‘Detaching all your feelings and sleeping with strangers could leave you psychologically damaged. I can’t see where the fun ends or begins.’
Read more: Daily Mail
Al Green – Tired of Being Alone (Soul School)
Cabbage Head – Bad Date
You are bitter, you also feel hurt, betrayed and yes he cheated on you, and now he wants to be your friend on Facebook!
A dating do or a dating don’t?
Kate Miller – Heidke “Are You F***ing Kidding Me?” The Facebook Song
By Jack Elliot
“One whiskey coke when you get a chance, man.” “Hi, I would like a very dry apple martini. Remember, very dry.” “Just whatever good beer you have on tap works for me.” Hi yes, I’ll take a mojito, with extra mint leaves.”
Orders like these are just some of the things one will hear jumbled into the conversation near the vicinity of pretty much any bar on any given night (not to mention a fair share of gimmicky pick up lines). Which has got me to thinking, how much can you tell about a person from the type of drink they order? Based just off drink preference alone, which type of person do you think you would you avoid? Which type of person would you be interested in? From my casual observations of some casual drinkers over a couple of nights, I’ve developed three categories of how a drink order can define a personality.
The high maintenance drinker. This is the classic case. For women, they can be seen anxiously trying to order such drinks as cosmopolitans, lemon drops, Washington apples, long islands, and the like. For men, it’s usually mojitos and margaritas. What is most striking about this demographic is the similarity between the taste of their drink and their outside appearance. Meaning, this type of person’s drink is usually full of various fruity flavors, in order to mask the taste of the alcohol; not unlike the persons themselves (at least, according to my humble observations), who can typically be found wearing not an insignificant amount of makeup, fancy clothes, perfume, and cologne- in order to mask…well, you get the idea. End result: an outrageous tab.
The perfect mix. Ah, just my type. For women, it is usually a simple, standard vodka mixed drink (or perhaps the occasional whiskey or tequila). For men, its almost religiously a jack and coke, gin and tonic, or something along those lines. With this type of laidback drink, you can actually taste what you’re getting, there are no fruity masks. In my opinion, this type of drink-orderer is out and about for the right reasons, to enjoy their drinks, hang out, get a taste of what’s out there, and have a good time. End result: a night to remember.
The Bomber. Uh oh. I’m sure you know the type. This type of drinker is generally (but not always) masculine and can be found ordering such bad ideas as: Irish Car Bombs, Jager Bombs, Mind Erasers, and Cement Mixers. The thing here is to realize that the person who orders and relishes in any drink whose title involves weapons or strange machinery is probably not going to be the type of person you’d want to engage in conversation (unless it’s to tell them to clean up their curdled mess). End result: a wicked hangover.
My advice in three words, “keep it simple.”
The Bachelor Pad has a “Kissing Contest.”
Has reality TV gone to far?
I was pretty grossed out as I watched this last night!
Yuck, really Natalie, really?
#2 Natalie – “I’m pretty confident that I can win this contest because I’m not scared to kiss all the boys. I would like make-out with everyone in the house for like twenty bucks.”
What do you think is this pushing the “I may get a giant herpe on my face” a bit far to win $250,00.00?
…And would you?
Bachelor Pad – Kissing Contest (Girls)
David Gray – Be Mine
My New Old Boyfriend – Chick Comedy
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
You give me something I can hold onto
I know you think I’m like the others before
Who saw your name and number on the wall
-Jenny/867-5309 Tommy Tutone
By Jack Elliot
The walls of the underground bar are chalkboard, completely blank- great areas of empty space waiting to be filled with aphorisms, insights, pictures, lists, portraits, messages, games of tic-tac-toe and hangman- blank canvases for any customer who desires to leave his or her mark. As a denizen of this chic new speakeasy-esque bar, I have had a great deal of time to observe the scrawlings, etchings, and musings of the public who stumble in and out on a regular basis. Being located in the heart of Santa Monica, a place often celebrated for its art and culture, wouldn’t one expect nothing but prolific eloquence, beauty, and perhaps even avant-garde cubism to sprout unendingly across the walls, as a testament to the brilliance of the city’s collective mind?
Alas, this does not seem to be the case. Since the walls are cleaned everyday by the bar staff, I have had the chance to witness the limitless potential of the chalkboards’ blank space become riddled with an onslaught of banal commentary (i.e. for free ASS call 867-5309) mammary glands, and most of all, phallic symbols- which only become more obscene and ubiquitous as the late night hours pile on and on. Although there’s the occasional inspirational quote or drawing peppered here and there (Tommy Tutone lyrics aside), by nine o’clock on a Saturday (needless to say, this is after the public has finished making love to their tonic and gin) these quotes are usually wiped out of existence by the myriad giant scrotum superimposed over them. Which then begs the question: Santa Monica, what is on your mind?
Should these scrawlings be considered a celebration of our nation’s sexual liberation? Should we laud and praise (perhaps even worship?) the phallic symbols- as a testament to the shedding of our puritanical values? Or rather, should we sympathize, commiserate, and buy rounds of drinks for these tortured artists, desperately trying to communicate the feelings of their most secret hearts? Or perhaps we should be alarmed, and interpret the caveman like etchings as a sign of the juvenile stagnation and arrested development of our nation’s collective imagination? Or should we just join in the fun and add hairs to the various genitalia, in an attempt to at least add some realism to the work (for artistic credibility, of course).
Regardless of the reasons behind and the interpretations of the artwork, one thing is clear: it is not an insignificant amount of the general drinking age public that still stands in pubescent-like fascination of the birds and the bees. Sigmund Freud, next rounds on you. And could some turn up that Tommy Tutone?
Weird Trend from Men’s Fashion Week: Jeggings
By LEAH CHERNIKOFF
The runways for RTW Spring 2011 in Milan this past week have been littered with man-jeggings. (Neologism = meggings?) And T’s The Moment blog just confirmed it with a tweet: “Jeggings- new term coined for all the jean and trouser-like leggings and super slim, tight pants being shown here this season.”