Steer clear of the "friends with an ex" trap!
That's what Hamlet meant, right?
Our open mindedness to friends-with-benefits lifestyles is coming around, once again, to bite us in the bum.
About 60 percent of college students say they've had at least one 'Friends-With-Benefits' relationship in their life. But what happens next? Does the friendship end together with the sex? When and how can it survive? We discuss here live at 3:15.
Friends with benefits, hooking up, whatever you decide to call it -- gets messy. Sure, you get the "buddy and the boo," but tippy toeing around those invisible boundaries of "Am I wrong for feeling this way?" gets old.
What happens when your feelings extend past the fling? Or when your summer nights happened to be special in addition to steamy?
I got to a point when I wanted sex, but not with someone I wasn't dating...and he didn't want to date me. Finally I caved. So now we're having sex but he's not cuddling anymore. Sometimes I feel like we really are friends and sometimes I just feel like a slambuddy.
Does he think I'm his girlfriend? Is he my boyfriend? Or are we just friends with benefits?
I'm 23 years old and have known this guy for about 4 years. I'm pretty sure he was into me for a while, but I only recently started to like him. Figures, now he doesn't feel that way about me anymore. What I do know is that he's sexually attracted to me. Besides that, we're still good friends.
No longer stuck inside because of the cold, winter couples are calling it quits and moving on to the coupling up that happens just around this time every year: the spring fling. Maybe it's the weather, or the soon-approaching end of the semester that's causing it. Whatever it is, the time for a fling is now.
You can chalk this increase up to a number of facts. Personally, I think it may be due to the successes of the 2011 hit movies No Strings and Attached and the appropriately-titled Friends With Benefits. And the fact that Ashton Kutcher and Justin Timberlake starred in them.
If I could boil down all my frustrations, my exasperated gchats with friends, my wine-fueled rants, my shower cry seshes into one Valentine's Day card, this would be it. Since when did caring -- and admitting to caring -- about someone become such a taboo act?
There's always been a mutual sense of harmless flirting to our friendship, however, as we are both single. About a week ago, we were texting each other and the typical flirting began. But then the tone changed and we were suddenly sexting!