They are like friends, but with benefits

You may recently have heard about the term "Friends with benefits" and I'm so glad to show my experience with it.

Every time I hear this word I just remember this scene and with the same sounds!

"They are like friends, but with benefits".

If you look at the dictionary to fetch about the definition you will find that "a friend with whom one has an occasional and casual sexual relationship.", but here in Egypt and the girls living here we can't apply this term with the same definition.

However, recently many girls received more than a request asking them to be friends with benefits. It seems like "Fake Relationships" When a guy is going to send you morning texts, ask you out, flirt, talk to you every day, go in occasions with you and buy flowers on Valentine's day. In the other side, the girl has to send texts, pictures, nudes and accept sexual calls and chats.

I don't know why somebody goes on in such a fake relationship! But finally, I've recognized the reasons why we just need someone beside even if he does not exist.

There are some movies which discussed this topic like No strings attached, Fifty shades of gray, friends with benefits, and the new romantic.

If you watch these movies you may be able to answer the question above, but still, have some missing part!

Today, I had a conversation with one of my friends and I told him I'm going to accept the last demand because recently I've been so lonely and I live away from my family and my friends and I really need someone besides, someone who cares and listens to my thoughts. My friend had another opinion about the situation. He thinks all these duties are for friends! Close or just normal friends!

I've shocked. I find no one here while I'm dying.
I just decided to give myself more time and space to think about the offer and stop making stupid decisions.

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