Buddy-Boy-Friends

It is a term you will hear me use often. It refers to that category of men in your life that are a little more than dick-on-retainer but don’t quite follow the same rules as friends. They are a lot like friends-that-fuck but with more of a sentimental attachment.
I have officially released mine from duty. He was given his honorable discharge as of March 1, 2005, he gets credit for being a soldier.

I don’t expect that I will invest in another buddy-boy-friend, too many strings attached and although none of the emptiness of a one-night stand or casual sex it is not worth the sense of neediness that engulfs you at the thought of “spending quality time” with him. It is like being in a relationship that only exists when the two of you are in bed. Outside the parameters of my duvet we can’t seem to communicate or socialize, we never spent any time working on those aspects of the relationship so why expect that it would be any different now.

I discharged my buddy-boy-friend because he was on the verge of being promoted to main squeeze, it was as though I believed he was the only running water for miles so I never ventured too far or looked anywhere else. Until someone brought me a bucket and poured water over my head. “See, there is more running water!”

I had not realized that he was not the only option for getting physical gratification (or taking the edge off), playing it safe (safe sex) and having someone to talk too (companionship). But there is an abyss that lies between having a man that is genuinely interested in you and having one that is there for the sex, food and laughs. You are not a part of his world and so you get no credit for those things that really count.