“Then he gave me a sweet kiss as if I was his one and only lover.”
― Jess C. Scott, Bedmates
I’ve always been the girl with less than a handful of female friends. I believe being the only child, not having my biological father in my life, having a boyfriend at a young age and losing my virginity at 11 cultivated the woman I am today. A woman who has frequently been in FWB relationships with men. I found it was easier. With no expectations it’s hard to be hurt and devastated when the person does something to hurt you. It’s human nature to fuck up. So why not prepare for it mentally, if it never happens great if it does brush the shit off and keep it moving. In most cases whatever the person did had nothing to do with you and every thing to do with their issues.
The FWB routine went great and then I re-kindled a FWB relationship with someone from my younger days and it got out of control. We could never be, based on his needs and my circumstance. But there’s this weird chemistry that kept me coming back and jumping in the sack. I started to create a routine, look forward to the encounters get upset when I could not have an encounter and all. At one point I was like oh shit I think I am starting to like this guy but then I realized I had become addicted, dependent on this relationship. If I was asked to describe the relationship it’s a mix of good sex, love & drugs.
Do I recommend FWB relationships? No. Do I understand how people can get caught up in one? Yes. Word of advice always be honest and don’t lead the other person on. If it’s strictly a weird connection founded on the sexual chemistry remind the other person and if necessary cut them off.