She pulled over to let me out in front of my apartment and the conversation came to a head. We’d been talking about the notion of ‘friends with benefits’ abstractly at first, discussing how it’d been a while since she’d slept with anyone.
“I’ve done it two, three times in the past” she told me as we crawled along the highway in traffic.
“Would you now?” I asked.
“I don’t know. My ex keeps telling me that he would be more than happy to take care of me and I’m not going to lie, it was the best sex I ever had. The problem is, there are too many complications and too much history for it to be just that. We’ve been down that road and it takes so much to just keep the friendship when we do.”
“But if you have a friend with no romantic history, could you do it then?” I asked, feeling like I was inching close to something dangerous.
“I don’t know if I could….I think I’d want something more”
She stopped the car in front of my building on the opposite side of the street and I opened my door into traffic just as the light turned, forced an abrupt goodbye. I cut through the cars before they had a chance to move and when I turned around, she was gone.