I started dating my first "real" gf a month or two into college. She was on my floor. She was awesome (altho eventually became crazy) and we got along wonderfully. We lived next door to each other (intentionally) for sophomore and junior year and then senior year we moved to a different apartment complex and lived across the parking lot from each other. Near the end of first semester senior year she started to go crazy so I started pulling away. Eventually we broke up after 3.5 years and I started dating this other chick... I dated her through graduation and for the next 2 years. I lived like an hour away so we only saw each other on weekends (we worked in different cities). She was a very nice girl, zero drama, but we weren't quite as compatible as me and my first gf were, and I started to realize this. We liked to do different things for fun, and some of the stuff she liked, I was annoyed by. I knew this was the beginning of the end. One day she was like "we need to talk... what's going on with us?" She knew my interest level was dropping. I was like "I dunno... but it's definitely not a physical issue; you're hot!" But to be honest, we didn't have sex much in the last 6 months. Eventually we decided that we should take a break... Then I had a FWB for a few months. The sex was good but she was too fundamentally different from me to have a relationship with. There was no "click." A few months later I met the girl who would become my "psycho ex." We got along really well until she went psycho (which in hindsight was 2 months into the relationship, yet somehow I dated her for like 1.5 years total). She was super hot and we regularly had sex 4-5+ times a day in the beginning and 1-3 times a day at the end. But she was crazy. With her, about 9 months into it I realized that fundamentally she was not a good match for me (wouldn't be a good mother, wouldn't be a good wife) but I was blinded by her manipulation and love chemicals. We did breakup/makeup a few times, and the first time I was super upset, but with each subsequent breakup I cared less and less. Finally in the end we broke up and then I didn't want to makeup again. I still loved her chemically but I knew that she wasn't the right person for me. So at this point I decided I needed some time to recover. I did a lot of self-help programs ("No More Mr. Nice Guy" (thanks Viper... or Socrates or Yail or whoever recommended that book), The "Dating Dictionary" or whatever it's called... I can't remember who it's by, it's the one that talks about "flexible givers," PUA, RSD, affirmations, etc.). I distinctly remember this period of time in my life. I remember feeling good about myself sometimes. I remember learning a lot about what I did wrong in that relationship (mostly by tolerating her bullshit). I remember feeling free and relieved now that I wasn't with my psycho ex anymore. I was rocking at my job. I was rocking at the gym. But I missed having a gf. Four months later or so I started talking to the girl who would become my recent ex at work. The situation was perfect, I was able to be C&F, and a random series of events occured that gave me something to break the ice with her about. We started emailing each other at work and randomly visiting each other at our desks. A few weeks later I told her she should come to a concert with me at the end of October, it was the greatest first date ever (link). Like a month later we were officially "bf/gf" and the next 1.5 years were were pretty much the happiest of my life. So a month ago we just broke up and now I'm confused and don't know what's going on. I feel like I'm the opposite of most people. Most people it seems go through long periods of random hookups and then medium periods of being exclusive (with possible cheating). I go through long periods of relationships and then short/medium periods of being single. Is that weird? I'm 28 and I've been with 5 chicks. I feel like that number is ridiculously low, but at the same time, I'd much rather be in a relationship than be hooking up. I can't bring myself to do random hooking up I don't want to tell my wife she's number 50 or 100 or something. Seems like it would cheapen something that I think should be special Plus, I'm afraid of STDs. I wouldn't trust someone who would randomly hook up with me. If she'll ONS with me, she's probably ONSed with 100 other guys. Gross. So, am I a serial monogamist? Each relationship I was in I assumed would end in marriage. Discuss.