Young Buck and I have sent more text messages than two crackheads with nothing to do. Its now common for my phone to say “Network Error Detected” after the first hour or so of texting. My pull-out keyboard is slowly starting to malfunction. The keys no longer respond like they should.
Still, its better than calling. Why?
- We can send naughty messages to each other at work.
- I’m more honest when I write. Being on the phone with someone tends to make me sugarcoat things. Young Buck needs brutal honesty for mutual understanding.
- I really hate being on the phone.
There’s a party this weekend. LB is with her dad. I’ve made it clear that I’m not looking for a serious relationship right now. I’m looking for a friend with benefits that can fit into my single mom schedule (wow that sounded dirty). Of course that’s making him bound and determined to win me over.
How do I explain my situation to him without making him feel used? He says he’s cool with it, but I have a feeling he’s like every other 21-year-old stud: He wants to mark his territory. He thinks he’s more important than just another hook-up,. He is a human being after all.
So after a series of informative questions one might encounter during a medical examination, I cleared him as a extremely good candidate for my Go-to-Guy. Despite my fears about all this blowing up in my face, he’s agreed to nothing more serious than that.
Oh, and his previous statement? He’s assured me that he’s just joking. He really doesn’t hate hippies. HA!
We shall see.
Am I a walking trainwreck or what? Or maybe I finally understand the meaning of “boys on the side”
What about all of you? Do you have a friend with benefits? Did it work out without major pain inflicted on either end? Can a mutual agreement like this really work?