I’m considering putting some effort into finding a fuck buddy. Strictly speaking, I haven’t had one before. Rhonda was sort of a “friend with lots of benefits.” The brief arrangement with the Deaconess became complicated when she developed “feelings” for me. I’ve hooked up, but never established an ongoing arrangement with a woman for casual sex.
The allure of a fuck buddy is that it’s a purely physical relationship. A “friend with benefits” describes a relationship, albeit non-romantic, with a sexual component. With a fuck buddy, all pretense to anything deeper is discarded. It’s only about sex, which both parties explicitly acknowledge. Unabashed carnal pleasure unfettered by emotional commitment appeals to me. I don’t want “feelings” to intrude. I want to keep romance out of it. I don’t want to fall in love. To be blunt, I’m looking for physical satisfaction and nothing more.
Having a regular partner for sex would give my hyperactive libido another outlet. (Twice a week would be ideal.) Ideally, we’d meet, exchange pleasantries, fuck and say goodbye. We’d expect sex from each other and nothing more. Coffee date? Watching a movie together? No, thank you. Our arrangement would be completely compartmentalized from the rest of our lives.
Despite my preternatural shyness, I’m considering experimenting with some “casual dating” apps. Landing a sex partner with the swipe of a finger is appealing. I also have my eye on “Amy.” She’s an attractive classmate seeking ordination in my denomination. Our theologies and personalities clash, but I get the feeling that she’s a minx in the bedroom. Broaching the subject with her would be awkward, though. Perhaps at a party after she’s had one too many. Perhaps she’s also on Tinder?
Lutheran Guilt 