We live on different continents, but inevitably, a few times a year, we find each other somewhere in the world, have a few days of romance, and then go our separate ways.This arrangement would generally be called a friend with benefits, or a fuck buddy, or a romantic friendship, or perhaps even a relationship—with “no strings attached.” But let’s be real: There are always strings, aren’t there?(Like once I let Malcolm tie me to a dresser while I watched him have sex with my best friend.Unsurprisingly, it was literally awful, but now at least I can say I’ve done it? It started when she was 13, with a boy whose family spent every summer in the same beach town as she did.She doesn’t know that loving you is the worst way to get to you.” Harsh.
And he actually knows me better than a lot of my partners ever did.
Once, he told me this long, complicated story about an affair he had with his cousin, adding, “That’s not something I tell most people.” Probably wise on his part, but I loved that story, as problematic as it may be, because I loved knowing something about him that no one else did.
Sometimes it feels like we are more honest with our friends with benefits than we are with our partners.
Instead of going into fight-or-flight mode when you sense that you and your guy have rolled into a rut, acknowledge that you've both fallen into an overly comfortable dynamic — and neither one is to blame.
Think of this moment as an opportunity to strengthen and revitalize your connection.
It's so much easier to stay in and watch that and your Netflix recommended watch list with your favorite takeout. But any activities requiring effort and, er, shaving your legs? Birthdays and anniversaries are reserved for jokes — you're a pro at laughing off his dirty humor cards — or necessities, like the new speakers you need for the living room.