As I mentioned in my earlier post, the fuckbuddy is back in town and so I’m in a significantly better mood.
Just about every time I mention the fuckbuddy, I’m peppered with questions about the whole fb deal. You know, “how does a girl get herself a fuckbuddy” and “how do you keep yourself from getting emotionally attached to a fb”.
Well, I’ve been working on (that’s a lie, I’ve been thinking about but have been too busy to sit down and finish writing) a longer piece about shopping for a fuckbuddy. I’m hoping to have it published someplace else, as it’s a little too long for the blog.
What I can say now, though, is that finding a fuckbuddy, for me, wasn’t all that different than dating. I stated my intention up front, which was to find someone for a strictly NSA situation and then met a bunch of guys until I met someone who fit. And just like dating, there was a lot of trial and error. And trial and error (sorrry, but there was). Because just like with dating, I was looking for someone who wanted exactly what I wanted. To not date, but to just get together when it was convenient and have sex.
Anyway, it actually took a while before I fell into a good situation. And there’s never really been any risk of us becoming emotionally involved because there just isn’t that much to our relationships that doesn’t involve sex. All of our communications are about sex or scheduling a time to get together to have sex. And we never go out. We just, well.. I think you get the idea.
Tags: fuckbuddy, sex