Real stories about dating and relationships in New York City. Truth is more interesting than fiction.

Yeah, OK, There’s Stuff I’m Leaving Out

I’m trying to be as honest, and helpful, as I can be with this How To Find a Great F*Buddy Series. I didn’t just want to give you a neat little list, but rather show you just how long and hard a path it was for me. I’m hoping that each post has a lesson […]

How To Find A Great F*Buddy (it ain’t easy), Part 7

It was winter. That I’m certain of. And I’d just gotten a promotion at work which meant even longer hours and more stress. I half considered giving up my search for a fuckbuddy and just giving in to a life of celibacy, at least in the short-run, but I’d figured I’d try for a little […]

How To Find A Great F*Buddy (it ain’t easy), Part 6

And here’s when things got really strange. My memory is fuzzy, but I think the very next guy I met was someone I’ll call Newsboy (he’s a journalist, but that has nothing to do with this story). Anyway, Newsboy and I met the same way I met the others.  And we hit it off right […]

How To Find A Great F*Buddy (it ain’t easy), Part 5

Next, I remember having a couple of horribly awkward coffee dates, but neither of them stand out as noteworthy in any way. I’d like to point out, if for no other reason than I’d like to be judged on accurate information, that I was seeking a single fuckbuddy. One guy to see occasionally.  And so I […]

How To Find A Great F*Buddy (it ain’t easy), Part 4

Not long after that first date, I made plans to meet another guy from nerve for coffee. Unlike my “regular” dates with men I meet online, I made it a practice of always meeting guys who were interested in NSA for coffee/during the day. I didn’t think they were more dangerous, or anything like that. […]