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I could care less how many guys my wife or any former girlfriend had been with. It just so happened I was my wife's first, but it really wouldn't have mattered to me. What was important to me was to know I was the only one once the relationship got serious. My wife's best friend died in childbirth at the age of 19, and about a year later she ended up dating her friend's husband for about a week. It didn't feel right to her, and she broke up with him. I was the guy she met next, and things really clicked between us. Six months after we started dating, I moved around 700 miles away to start work. We ended up getting engaged about 2 weeks after that. During that 2 weeks, she went back to that friend's ex-husband just to make sure that what we had was real. During that 2 weeks, I also made the move on a girl I met at work, and we went out on a date (nothing physical happened). Neither of us found out the other did it for a long time. It did bug me for a bunch, but eventually I realized I couldn't condemn her for something I did myself. I guess it was the old double-standard. Just know that as you spend time together, the hurt on her side will get less and less (even though she probably should never have asked the question).
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