1. the # of homes you have lived in the: Longest? Best? Worst?
The "family" home that I lived in took me until I was 18. That was the longest....the family then moved, with me, about 3 miles away, but still close to everything I knew. My brother had to change High schools, but it was not an issue for me. I then lived in a variety of places during college...I really don't count those. Then it was 7 apartments in 10+ years until I bought my first home. It was the best deal I ever made in real estate. Bought really low and sold high. It was 5 'family' homes in 25 years then moving for the job. And now, a 'single' family home for me. So, not too many, but enough. The Best was my childhood home. Not sure if it was the home or the childhood that I miss. The worst was one of the many apartments. They all seemed so alike.
2. the # of cars you had: the best?
My first car was a 1967 Volkswagen Beetle. It was the most fun. The clutch cable came unhooked during my first few years, and I drove it for several months without one. It was fun trying to explain to my dates why I had to turn the car off at red lights. Then, after getting a real job, I had an Oldsmodile Cutlass with T-tops/moon roof...it was dark blue with white leather interior. A real hot looking car. Then a Pontiac Grand Prix ... the smaller body style...brown with really nice interior...loved that car...a deer was too attracted to it though. Then, the usual mini-vans, and other crap cars for the family while I drove a crap company car. In all, I have probably owned about 15 cars, but the best was the first...that little VW Bug. Even though it scalded your ankles and left the rest of your body freezing in winter.
3. the approximate # of sexual encounters you have had.
I was kind of a late bloomer too...first one was at age 18 or so...lots of kissing and fondling before then, but nothing else. However, once I got started, I made up for lost time. I once counted, at about age 25, and I had fucked over 40 women and a few men by then. I'm sure I am in triple digits by now. The last year has been another 'slut phase' as one buddy calls it. Probably 30 or 40 either anal or oral sex. I'm not particularly proud of that, but it is what it is. However, during my marriage, I was monogamous.4. the # of siblings you have. Your #?
I am number 2 of 4...older brother, younger brother and sister...so I am truly that middle child and have all of the baggage that goes with 'middle child syndrome'. And, if you don't know what this is, read about it. http://middlechildpersonality.com/middle-child-syndrome/
5. the # of careers you have had: Best? Worst?
I have only had one career, not counting a few jobs during college...Management. And, even counting the jobs in college, I have only worked for 5 companies. The names of them changed as they were bought out by others, but only really those 5 companies. One was a small, single store company during college, the others were large national or regional companies. I liked them all for a time, and didn't like them at some specific times. I never had to do the McDonalds type job...the 'lowest' was a convenience store clerk, but it wasn't bad...I had great hours.
6. the # of music albums you have. (all formats combined)
I have never been a music collector or very good at knowing all the artists. I probably only have ever bought about 200 albums/CDs/Cassettes/iPhone.
7. the # of operations you have had.
Major auto accident caused 6 major operations over a month. An industrial accident broke my radius and ulna [2 operations].Bonus
the # of significant others you have been in love with.
WOW, Sean. This is a tough one. You described this as being questions that are difficult to answer, revealing, and embarrassing, and these are. It is very difficult for me to answer because I am not really sure what being in love really means. I am going with 4...and two of them hurt me very badly. I have forgiven one, but not the other. The other two are guys...one has no clue that I feel so close to him [I secretly think he might, but he will never go there]. The other might have worked out, but I was not ready for that in my life.