Yup. I had a couple of FWB. I always had a rule that if either of us met someone else, then it was back to being platonic friends.
With one guy, it was perfect. If either of us became single again and needed to "scratch that itch" per se, I'm sure we'd call each other. For us, it worked marvelously.
With the other... Not so much. He wanted more than I was willing to give. I felt pressured into trying to make it into a relationship.
I liked him, but I didn't love him. He kept tossing out the "I love you's" and expected me to say the same.
He needed a caregiver/mother and I wasn't looking for that.
I've been pretty grateful when I have a coffee and/or a glass of water and a couple of advil brought to me while I'm still in bed. But not THAT grateful!
Only if you squeak... Not too sure about the spermicidal part. (Someone take away her booze... she's had enough)
I had "Have sex on a pool table" on my bucket list. I also worked in a bar. You do the math.
Poison's "Every Rose Has It's Thorn"... That song makes me want to physically vomit on the closest speaker so I can drown it out.
Anything with Kurt Cobain. And his crazy fucking wife. I want to pound my head on concrete to make it stop. I would've said anything by Nirvana but Dave Grohl came from it and formed Foo Fighters and I LOVE them.
I don't know if you're the crazy, psycho, stalker kinda girlfriend that has to know every little thing there is to know about her boyfriend because she's needs to control him and he's slowly realizing that you're super possessive... OR... Your boyfriend is a douche bag through and through.
Either way... One of you needs to quit that shit.
*My money's on the boyfriend getting a clue.
Fallen in love? On an online site? Where I've never actually met the person? Where I can't be sure they are who they say they are?
No thanks... I'm not about to set myself up for that.