THE single sinner cropped 2Written by, The Single Sinner

As I sit here, finally relishing in the single factor after two long months, I have come to the conclusion every girl needs, and should invest in, an F.B. “F.B?” I hear you ask. Yes, an F.B or in layman’s terms a ‘friend with benefits’. The cruder girls amongst us, including myself, will already know this as a ‘fuck buddy.’ Basically, someone who you ring when need a good s&*g.

I’ve had mine since I was 18, a young man who we shall call Adam. Adam is like a dog, in the nicest possible way. Someone who I can rely on to, how shall I put it, come service my needs when I’m out of a relationship and not looking for another. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, rugby player way, which helps seen as he plays a hell of a lot of rugby!

Women have come along way in terms of no-strings attached sex, with the help from television shows such as SATC and Lipstick Jungle. We no longer have to find the perfect man, date for three months then consider if we should let him touch a boob! The modern girl can go out, meet a guy, take him back to hers (much safer than going back to a strange house, in the middle of nowhere without a clue of which taxi to ring in the morning!) and have all the fun she wishes. Plus, when you don’t know the guy, stretch marks and cellulite don’t seem to matter. If he doesn’t like it, it doesn’t matter because he won’t be seeing them again.

In my case, I don’t even have to go out. I have Adam on speed dial and he always seems happy to oblige when the time comes when we’re both on the market again. The trouble is I could never date Adam. Yes, we’ve known each other since we were 13. I actually lost my big V to his best friend in high school and we know each other inside out, literally. But he’s a player and I know this because I’m the girl he comes to, to tell me he’s cheated on yet another girlfriend. We’re best friends and I love him, but Adam will always stay as a number in my phone for when things get tough.

He knows the situation and apart from the rare drunken occasion where he declares his love for me, we have a great set up. I don’t get jealous when he starts dating and I’m sure me dating other guys doesn’t bother him. We even have our own code, just so our ‘ring for sex’ situation doesn’t seem so blatant. When he receives a text asking if he fancies a cuppa round mine, he jumps straight in the car. When I receive a text asking if I fancy movie night and cuddles, I jump straight in my bed, knowing the only movie we’ll be watching is probably one we’ve made ourselves.

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