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Love & Sex Q&A #83

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Love & SexHave you ever had a lover you wanted to break up with but keep as a friend?  or perhaps as a casual sex partner?

Yes, yes, and yes!  I’ve had many lovers that I wish I were still friends with or could have as a casual sex partner, aka “fuck buddy.”  Not that I don’t have any former lovers that I’m still friends with, there are just others that I’ve unfortunately lost contact with.  And no, I’m not talking about Manwhore.  The sex with him wasn’t that great anyway.  He was funny though, and I love a man who can make me laugh.

As far as f-buddies are concerned, I don’t have any of those right now.  Since I’m doing the monogamy thing now, having a f-buddy is out of the question.  However, if I were to have one, I’ve got a list of men that I would choose from.  Most likely the majority of them would still be up for it.

I recently got a message from one on Facebook that I used to see on a very loose basis a long time ago.  He’s a successful, intelligent, funny, sexy, well-hung man in Atlanta and I’ve always adored him.  Unfortunately he leads a very busy life and I only saw him one more time after I left Atlanta.  He came to NYC for business and I met him at his hotel.  There were no awkward hello’s or conversation.  We were friends and knew what we were both there for, sex.  It was pretty much just us getting down to our own business.  Oh my green jeans!  It was fabulous and very memorable.  Every time with him was special, not like just a plain old booty call.  I wouldn’t mind getting some more of him, but I’m not sure that will ever happen.  Never say never, right?

The question specifies that it’s lovers that you wanted to break up with.  I admit that I’m an awful girlfriend at times and I usually break up with guys for the most miniscule of reasons.  I call it the Seinfeld Syndrome.  There always seems to be something about the person that drives me crazy to the point that I just can’t take it anymore.  I also like to look at it as my subconscious telling me that he’s not “the one.”

My Party Starter

Memory #…shit, I forgot what number I was on.  Anyway, here’s another memory for March.

When I was living in Atlanta during my prime party-girl years this was my party-starter song.  Every night before hitting the clubs I would put on this song while my best friend from high school/gay roommate would pick out my outfit for the evening.  He didn’t trust my sense of style and since he was a hair stylist and going to be seen in public with me I couldn’t go out looking like a hot mess.  So while we sipped on our white zinfandel and primped, we would jam out to this song.

Happy Hump Day!