The 100 Girls, 100 Days Project

Age: 25

Height: 5’3

Hair Color: Brunette

Method: Home Game

Advancement:  Touchdown

And on the seventh day he rested. I’m fully aware that it is only the third day, but it was Sunday, and I thought I’d go with something requiring a little less effort. I made plans with Jen.  We got an 18 pack of Coors, chips, and hung out with a nice mid-day drunk while watching football.  Lucky for me, Jen and I have occasionally done stuff when we are both single. It isn’t so much as having feelings for each other. And it isn’t a fuck buddy in the strictest of terms, because we don’t just screw, and we don’t just hang out for that. The fucking is merely incidental because we have somewhat of an understanding, and it weirdly doesn’t effect our friendship. I don’t even pretend to remotely understand how this hasn’t blown up in my face over the years, but it doesn’t. Probably because I see her so rarely and it’s always the same situation. We hang out, we have shallow sex, and promise to see each other more when not seeing each other for years.

Now, she isn’t exactly what you’d call “aware” of this site, because she would stab me repeatedly, and rightly so…more due to the fact that I’m doing it, not that she was part of it. It’s weird though because every single time we fool around, it doesn’t feel weird or wrong, and I don’t get in my head too much about it. It is what it is: Friends doing some overly friendly things.