You’ve been on a blind date. You’ve let a friend or even a *gasp* relative fix you up. You’ve even used dating sites. That means you’ve dated strangers. You’ve put yourself in a position where you are going to be spending time with someone completely new to your life. I’m making it sound bad, aren’t I? Honestly, though. How often does it occur to you that you are choosing to date strangers when you have perfectly good, attractive friends you can be dating?

You know your friends and they know you. They know that you hate U2 and you know that they have crazy parents. The whole “getting to know you” period happened with ease and with no underlying intentions. You can sit next to your friend on a couch and not constantly wonder if hand-holding or touching is appropriate. And, for some, the best thing of all is that you can burp and fart in front of your friends. That means a lot to those of us that have been on dates that included beer and nachos.

I believe that two people who are attracted to one another cannot be friends without at least entertaining the possibility of hooking up. All of that spending time together and talking only seems to build the attraction. I know from experience, people. I used to be serial about having friendships that contained a lot of sexual tension. I’m sick like that.

One of these friends especially starred in many dirty fantasies. He was funny, smart and very sexy. We would talk on the phone every night, just bullshitting about nothing. He would talk about how boring his girlfriends were and I would make him laugh. There was a huge physical attraction between us. We talked about hooking up all the time.

“You know how great it would be, ” he’d say to me. In the end, however, we decided that our friendship was great as it was. We knew that bringing sex into the mix would mess everything up and we would never be able to get back to where we were. I still wonder sometimes, though. It would have been great.

I really prefer dating strangers. It’s exciting. You get a new face, and new voice, a new personality. The series of “firsts” aren’t always bad either. First kiss. First touch. Firsts are awesome. You know how your old shoes are comfortable and reliable but that snazzy new pair, although uncomfortable, excite you and make you smile? That’s “new”. “New” feels good. “New” excites and arouses you twice as fast as “old and broken in” might. When that new person calls, you get nervous. When they touch you, your skin tingles. “New” is a good experience. It’s a short time of excitement and happiness, before all the serious heavy stuff comes into the mix (an unfortunate, but necessary part of dating). But what do I know? Although I went through my fair share of exciting strangers, I ended up marrying one of my good friends from high school.

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