I love a good wrap up. Spotify’s Wrapped Up is one of my favourite things ever. But I also look forward to my Year in Books from Goodreads. And one year my ex got his Sainsbury’s year in review and it said he was the number one buyer of chilli mackerel tins in the town we live in and I swear to god, years later and I still find that hilarious.

There’s something about looking back on the year, reflecting on the good, the bad, and how it can all be improved that means a lot to me. I’m a list girl. I like coming up with plans, having goals to work towards. I like knowing that things are changing, that I’m changing. And I like looking back before I look forward.

So, in the spirit of that reflection, in 2025 I had sex just 11 times. With 7 different partners.

It was kind of hard to write that. I tried on several occasions to bring up these statistics with a couple of friends and I found that I couldn’t do it. Not so much about the number of times I had sex (though the number felt low but reasonable – on average almost once a month) but with the number of partners. I don’t feel ashamed of myself, but more disappointed in the way things have gone with sexual partners in 2025.

I know that what will make me happier would be to have one or two regular people where we build on what we have. And I have that and I don’t. There were only two people that I had sex with more than once in 2025. The other 5 ended up being one time things. But when I think of who they were I know that the intention was never one time things with any of them. I know what happened, I know the context of each of them. And yet I’m still disappointed in myself.

Like, there’s something wrong with me that made things not work out.

I don’t have any stats to back up how many people I met in 2025. I think that would probably make me sad. So I won’t be keeping track of that in 2026 either.