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Friends Without Benefits.

I’ve always wondered if booty-calls could ever turn into relationships. After asking one of the biggest assholes I know, I now know that although rare, it has happened and is not impossible. Then I wondered if friends that turn into friends with benefits could ever go back to just being friends without any harm done or awkwardness. I now know that this is possible as well, although I have also seen sex ruin friendships forever. So now I wonder which is harder; transitioning from being booty-calls to actually dating, or going back to being friends after hooking up?

Neither.

Personally, I think the hardest is being friends with your fuck-buddy after you’ve stopped fucking if you were never friends to begin with. I’m not saying to exchange friendship bracelets or anything like that, but I am talking about being more than just “cool” with each other after the fire has ended. Jozen does a good job of explaining how to be considerate to your fuck friend here, but how do you go from having dessert and sex, to having dinner that’s not a dinner date nor dinner followed by dinner and sex?

More importantly, why would you want to? If there’s anything a man doesn’t want more out of a booty-call than a relationship, it’s got to be a friendship (or a baby!). For many, it’s like voluntarily demoting yourself for no reason. At least with the former, they’d still get to have sex with the chick. The thing is, especially with men my age – they already have all the homegirls they need. That is if they even have any at all. While I know a lot of guys that have homegirls they platonically kick it with, I also know a lot that have homegirls they don’t kick it with because there’s no reason for them to. Unless of course … they’re trying to holler.

I get it. I really do. Why would you put in work to be just friends, when you didn’t have to put in work to be more than just friends? It’s just that I’m a way better friend than I am a booty-call.

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