BF or FB?

When I was in my mid-20s, the last thing I wanted was a serious, committed relationship. I was all about having fun!

I had dated lived with my first sexual partner for around 3 years.

I didn't want a boyfriend, but I definitely wanted to have sex.
And give blow jobs.
And drink.
And play.

So, what distinguishes between a boyfriend and a fuck buddy (or a friend with benefits)?

I had a relationship with this guy. I think it lasted around 2 years, perhaps. We never defined ourselves as bf/gf.

We were often together.
We hung out at his apt. At mine.
We watched movies.
We went out to eat.
We went to bars.
We got fucked up.
We fucked. A lot.

I don't think we ever claimed to be exclusive, but I don't think that we slept much with other people.
I think I did more than he did.
But time has made that all a little fuzzy.

To an outsider looking in, we were a couple.

But I didn't love him.
And I don't think he loved me.

Fuck buddies is all it was. At least in my mind.
I'm pretty sure we were on the same page with that.

We're still friends today.
Happily married to other people.

When asked how we know each other, my husband usually responds by saying, "Oh, they used to date."
This bothers me a little.
Because I never viewed that relationship in that way.

BUT what else are you gonna say to a group of people you don't really know?
Especially when his wife doesn't know we slept together. At all.
Never mind how frequently.

Boyfriend? Fuck buddy? What is the delineation between the two? Is it really just a matter of semantics? Is a relationship defined by those within it or by those viewing it?

Cool as FUCK!

Of all the unsavory, offensive (to many) words in the English language, fuck is by far my favorite.

I love that it can be used in so many ways and to mean so many different things. I love that you can use it when you're angry or excited.

I'm certain all my lovely readers know what I'm talking about - the versatility of fuck. :-)

Mostly, though, I love the sound it makes as it flows from my tongue. It starts with that soft F sound and then BAM! That hard K slaps with force.

As I was pondering my love of the word, I thought perhaps I love it so much because it's a metaphor for .my life. When you first meet me, you'd undoubtedly describe me as quiet, shy. And then BAM! I surprise you.

I can certainly be loud and boisterous with the right people and in the right crowd.

And certainly in the bedroom. I get quite vocal. Just ask Jasper! :-)

I just don't see how people don't just love this word. I use it frequently, in almost every way.

And, of course, I love the action, too. Sometimes, being fucked is way better than all that lovey-dovey shit!

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