That’s Stella

is the term I made up whilst I was on my way to work this morning. I was trying to think of a word to describe my current situation with a couple
boyfriends of mine.

I dont know how it happened but these boy friends have only very recently become classed as my friends with benefits.

I know what you’re thinking… Greedy greedy greedy! Well maybe not. Maybe you’re thinking I’m about to get myself into trouble and you could be right, but I am loving this. I must admit it’s the first time I’m exploring the whole Frenefits phenomenon.

I use to hang out with Jack and Racer earlier in the year, but when I cut off ties with one of our mutual friends, I pretty much severed my relationship with the boys too. Jack is this buff punky rocker and Racer is this blonde, blue eyed boy next door cutie. They both rate highly on the hotness scale, but low on their overall boyfriend potentialness. If God could combine the two, they could potentially be the most perfect boyfriend ever.

Anyway a couple months ago we bumped into each other and we’ve been a little inseperable since then. And now that they’re officially in my Frenefits category, well… one of my girl friends and I see them probably a little too often. Just hanging out with them is awesome enough, but throw in romantic scenery and spooning and kissing and biting and you get the drift, it makes for an extremely satisfying night out. Of course we’re not some big orgy. We pair up. But the best thing is, there’s never any argument over who snuggles up to who at the end of the night. It’s kinda like in Starsky and Hutch when Stiller and Wilson are deciding who gets the brunette and who gets the blonde, but it’s no big deal because either way you can’t be dissapointed.

But lately I have been fancying Racer a little more (because usually I’m paired with Jack) so just the two of us went to an Artrage show, and for some reason there was this overwhelming BO from a couple of the theatre goers. It was so bad I spent most of the time with my nose burried in Racers neck and sweater so I could get a whiff of his Hugo Boss rather than the smelly armpit stench. Now had I gone with any other boy friend (who wasn’t a Frenefit) there is no way I could get away with doing that without them thinking I was being all romantic on them. But with Frenefits, there’s no need for explaination.