terrakotta

Will someone please explain to me what a "friend with benefits" is? I mean, I understand the basic concept, but if you're friends (therefore, spending time together outside of the bedroom) and sleeping together, isn't that essentially a relationship? What exactly IS the difference??!!!

I'm dropping off a roll of film this week; it has some pix of the glowstick swim party so I'm sure the people at CVS one-hour-photo will be intrigued! I have a few shots left to use up the roll, which reminds me of what I did tonight... a bunch of us were going to leave to see the fireworks, but my friend's sewer system clogged up and spewed water all over the bathroom floor and up the shower drain We called every freakin Roto/Moto/Frodo/Retro/etc Rooter in town while sucking down the liquor left in the fridge (hey, if we can't run the water...!). When one guy finally showed up to snake the pipe, I climbed over next to him and one of my friends took a picture of us. The man seemed a little freaked out and perhaps wondered if we were going to trap him in the basement (hmmm maybe the assorted body parts he removed from the pipe clued him in LOL). So, sojobo, there might be a few pix with me in them after all.

Here's my latest LIFE TIP (I'm considering compiling a small pamphlet now): not only should you not sleep with someone you WORK with, but it's sometimes a bad idea to sleep with an employee at your local store, bank, or pharmacy (well, only if he access to the good drugs ). I stopped into Stop N' Shop (area supermarket) this afternoon to pick up something edible and borderline nutritious to balance out the weight of my refrigerator contents (it's just too psychotic to have only bottled water, lettuce, condiments, and liquor, liquor, liquor). As I rounded the corner of the produce section, I almost ran head-long into one of my ex's, a grocer at the store. We said hello and made bizarre small talk, but really he could have been explaining his mission to land on Saturn for all I know. It was a Charlie Brown teacher moment: <<weh wah wah wah-wah weh>>, because all I could think about was, I've seen you naked. I've seen you naked. Gee, you are still in pretty good shape. I wonder if I called you up if you'd come by for a visit. I'm imagining you naked. I. . . and then there was the awkward silence when I knew I was supposed to be saying something but was not. So I played it off and told him I was sure I'd see him around, yadda yadda. I quickly finished my shopping and went to the register. Of course, as I watched the patron in line behind me pile his kielbasa and ice cream (Hello? What the hell kind of stomach nightmare are you inviting, buddy?!) on the belt, I began to think, Did he remember seeing me naked? Did he think of that time we did **** and *****? Does he miss it? Was I too distant that he'll hesitate before calling me up some night? I can only assume that's the only thing he would have been thinking of, as it was the only thing we had in common while we WERE together.

So I ask you men out there, what are you thinking when you run into an ex-girlfriend? Not one you were in love with, per say, but one you had some, well, energetically lecherous encounters with. I'm curious.