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Girl Talk: Maybe I’m Just Not Cut Out To Have A “Fuck Buddy”

6 Rules For F**k Buddies
Amelia on six rules for a successful f**k buddy relationship! Read More »
Dating While Divorcing
Girl Talk: It's Not Wrong To Date While You're Divorcing
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I Can't Handle FWB
"Friends with benefits" didn't work for me. Read More »
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These sex rules are not worth following. Read More »
GT-eff-buddy

When I broke up with my ex about a month ago, I was determined to rebound as quickly as possible. No wallowing this time; it was over and I was moving on.

It was almost too convenient that I was presented with an immediate distraction. Jack was someone I’d known for years; we were never super close, but he’s part of a circle of friends I’ve known since high school. I’d lusted after him for years, too. About four years ago, I even asked my boyfriend at the time permission to make out with Jack, just to “get it out of my system.” My boyfriend said “no,” alas, and so the pining continued. The timing had just never been right.

Until now. Keep reading »

Funny Girl Sex Guide: 6 Rules For A Successful F**k Buddy Relationship

FYI, Feelings Are Fuck Buddy Kryptonite

In my two-part travel sex episode of Funny Girl Sex Guide, I rather cynically declared that the entire male population of New York City is unfuckable. That, I am willing to admit, was a bit of an exaggeration. Or at least I hope that it is, because I’ve decided that it’s impractical and silly to rely on my relatively infrequent travel schedule as the only opportunity I take to get laid. Therefore, I’m in the market for a fuck buddy, aka someone to sex on the regular without commitment. While I keep my eye peeled for possible candidates, I’m reminding myself, and now you, of six very important rules for having a successful friends with benefits relationship. Watch above!

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Girl Talk: Friends With Benefits Didn’t Work For Me

It was summer when Andrew and I met. He was a straight-edge hipster DJ—a slutty vegan in organic American Apparel underwear. We had sex the first night we met, the kind of sex that is so good it seems choreographed. The kind that reminds you what kissing is—all catching your heart and secret parts of yourself opening up.

I shouldn’t have left his bed. Maybe then we would have gotten it out of our systems, or gotten to really know each other. But instead I kissed him goodbye and said, “You are really fun. Text me if you want to do it again.” My heart fluttered—an angelfish gasping for air—and our game began. Keep reading »

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