Have you ever thrown a book against a wall, or laughed sincerely while reading alone in the tub?
If someone has worked out the magic formula to just having an awesome fuck buddy for whom you never develop real emotions and with whom things never get complicated or painful, please tell us. You can’t keep that information all to yourself and expect the rest of us normal people to just pick up on it. Because from where I stand, there is a moment somewhere in the post-orgasm spoon where your brain just starts going, “But, come on, you kind of love this person. At least a little bit. Come on.” And that shit is no fun.