Friends With Benefits

I’m never getting married again.  Shacking up, maybe; married…no way!  Being legally bound to someone else is just asking for trouble.  Ok, so maybe I’ve just picked the wrong people to bind myself to but I don’t want to put myself in that position again.


It’s been more than five months since I left Mr. Hyde, but I was craving positive attention long before I actually walked out the door.  I’m caught in a strange position; I want a companion, but I don’t want to lay my heart out there to be trampled on again.


A girlfriend at work said I need a ‘friend with benefits.’  Knock your socks off sex with no commitment and no strings attached.  I had one such friend years before my marriage to Mr. Hyde.  The sex was great, but the communication was always sporadic and on his time schedule; which was once every 3 to 6 months.  I’m not clingy, but that’s a bit too long in between for me.


As fun as such a friend might sound, I don’t think it’s what I want or need right now.  Wham, bam, thank you ma’am isn’t going to do anything other than satisfy my most basic female needs.  What I’d really like is some positive feedback.  To know I’m still attractive and still a good catch.  I want to be pursued, dined and treated with love and respect.  I’m not interviewing for a husband or even an exclusive relationship, but it would be nice to feel desired not only for sex, but for the rest of me too.


Considering all the commitment-phobic guys out there, I would think this type of relationship would be really appealing.  A girl who wouldn’t bug you for a commitment, who enjoyed spending time out with you and heating up the sheets on a fairly regular basis.  In exchange, you’d get a loyal friend who would make you feel good about yourself as well.


I guess a friend with benefits wouldn’t be so bad as long as they really were a ‘friend’ and not just interested in the fringe benefits.