Male Friends, Male Lovers.
I’ve been fairly open about the fact that I’ve slept with most of my male friends. So, why do I do it? I develop friendships–with men and women–the same way that most people choose their friends. Shared experiences, shared worldview, the ability to respect our differences, common interests and so on. All great qualities in any friend, no? So, yes, my male friends have these qualities too … *BUT* add to the equation that I’m typically only friends with men that I find very physically attractive, and you’ve got an orgasm waiting to happen. Literally.
I’m not going to entertain the “Can men and women ever truly be platonic friends?” question because I’ve already written about that here, here and elsewhere. But, I do want to spend a bit of time talking about three benefits of having male friends:
A Shot of Testosterone. I like the way that men look, taste, feel and smell. So, I like being around my male friends because I enjoy the presence of men. It’s a nice little shot of testosterone that always brings joy to my days.
A Different Perspective. Not all men think alike. So, it wouldn’t be exactly fair to say that I get a “male perspective” from my guy friends, but they certainly do provide a “different” perspective when I talk to them about my dating life.
Eye Candy. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again … I like being friends with attractive guys because I like the looking at them. Really, who doesn’t like to drool over a hot body ever now and then?
So, there you have it. Three reasons why I enjoy the company of my male friends. And, of course, I have female friends as well. But, I’ve never slept with any of them. And, I’m not writing about them today because I just wanted to give a nod to the boys for a change. By the way … speaking of male friends … my guy friend Jonathan treated me to dinner the other night. I’ll write all about it for Nerve sometime later today or tomorrow. I haven’t written over there in a couple of days. For a while, I was feeling kind of bummed about the whole dating world. So, the last thing that I wanted to do was write about it. No need to depress myself and you guys. But, whatever. I’m better now. Update coming soon. In the meantime, check out Because It’s Always Been a Matter of Touch if you haven’t already.
August 7th, 2007 at 1:53 pm
This post really cheezed me off. Why is it that I never, ever had a single female friend who would sleep with any of her male friends just because it’s fun and she felt like it? No fair!
Oh well. Whaddayagonnado.
Enjoy your orgasms!
August 7th, 2007 at 5:20 pm
I hope you get the rare pleasure of having at least one platonic male friend. They are unreplacable. And better yet…you’ve never felt so safe. (I don’t mean that in the “thank you for saving me” manner) You’ll know what I mean when you get there.
August 7th, 2007 at 11:25 pm
Lucky girl :-)! I miss having platonic guy friends. I had a bunch in college–and they were really strictly platonic–but now that most of my guy friends (and myself) are in relationships, I find it hard to have that same closeness.
August 8th, 2007 at 10:45 am
Baba Doodlius: Unfortunately, life often isn’t fair babes. :)
Peggy B.: Heeeey, I’ve said that I slept with most but not *all* of them. I have platonic male friends too.
Rochelle: That’s soooo true. When I’m in a relationship, the friendships that I have with the male friends usually change.
August 8th, 2007 at 1:08 pm
Rochelle… their intentions were probably platonic only from your perspective (or they were still in the closet).
FBC, does that include married male friends, and if so, why can’t I be part of your (not so?) exclusive club. ;-)
August 8th, 2007 at 1:14 pm
Hey, hey, hey now. My club is *VERY* exclusive. (I don’t have that many male friends.)
And, by the way, for the record … no, sweetie, married men can’t enter the club. ;)