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Alone Time

It's not that I can say I know what all women think or that I've done enough surveys to know what women feel after sex, but from my personal experience, and watching shows and such, women do not have post-nut clarities.

Simple. We don't have nuts.

Instead, we have ‘Pity Sex' and fake orgasms, like when ‘Harry met Sally'. In my opinion, men and women can't be friends. There will always be one person whose feelings are more vested in the relationship and the other person receiving it would say — "Oh, we are just friends" — that's all BS.

It's chemical. We are all animals. Attraction exists not in ones and zeros. It's in the air, in the scent we breathe, our eyes that see, the voice we hear, the feel of skin, heat, and ice.

We can't help ourselves. Nature wants to procreate.

So, if you think your heart's not in it, you are just friends.

Sure. But your body or her body thinks otherwise. She might be not your type but you are, and vice versa.

You don't have to be guilty about it. We are selfish animals and who in this world doesn't like some idolization? Isn't that part of give and take? You get some love and you give back some love in another way.

"What is FWB?" Someone asked. "Friends with benefits," I said.

"And what's that? Is that the same as Sex Partner?" That foreign Asian guy would ask.

In fact, some of the Americans who are fans of one-nighters might ask too.

It is a thin line from Sex Partner to FWB. To be honest after numerous times of explaining the difference, I wondered if it mattered anymore.

I wasn't going to get my ideal FWB.

"Friends with benefits are friends first — hang out, have a meal, and if the mood is right..." I would have said - fuck the brains out, but I got to rein it in, couldn't scare the prey. "Get a hotel room and play."

"Isn't it dating?" Some would ask.

"I guess so. A date would be nice. You can go dutch. Whatever. Don't friends hang?" Even though I'd said this a gazillion times, most didn't pan out. In fact, those who did and got closer to being FWBs and with whom I slept twice, were the ones who bothered to book the hotel and buy me a meal or something to eat or drink — more than a cup of coffee or tea.

Which is downright sad. Was sex these days worth less than a meal? For a cougar, it wasn't the value that counted, it was the thought.

And a guy who brings flowers was an immediate win which in my two years, happened twice.

"If I wanted sex, I could get many," I told the guys. "And, if I made time to meet you, it meant you stand a chance for being more than that."

Or it was just because I was horny or bored that day and needed some inspiration.

Did I feel bad about objectifying them? Well, it wasn't like this was romance. Lust is looks. Looks is meat.

Meat on the bone. "I can't have sex with someone and not feel anything.

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