This is why I have no desire to do the FWB (Friends with benefits) thing.
Leading up to it, you’re all worked up, the world looks bright and shiny cuz you’re about to shake the birds from their nests. Yay.
Then, moments after you’ve given each other soggy knickers, there’s that moment of silence. (Which is where the love would take over, if it was actually there.)
Suddenly you’re playing a scene from “A Christmas Story” with Ralphie and Flick.
Flick is left, wondering what the hell just happened! Invariably, one of you is hoping that someone will yell “fire” so you can make a a quick exit…until the next time. Wash, rinse, repeat!
No thanks.
Yours Truly,
Julie
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