I was seeing a woman named Lana over the course of a summer and the sex was absolutely fantastic. We had a ton of physical chemistry, we would lock ourselves away with takeout and beer for entire weekends when we could devote enough time to seeing one another.
We both knew a relationship wasn’t in the cards for us – distance, school, work etc all conspired against us. So we were comfortable with the situation being largely a physical one. We both saw other people, no one really seemed to mind.
We had a very simply system; when we were together we would put our phones away and spend the time *with* each other, rather than simply around one another.
One Sunday morning after a long weekend entangled together we went out for Turkish coffee where we ran into a FWB of hers. Now, I knew his name and he knew mine, that I am sure of. Well, when he came sauntering on up to the table he did not once acknowledge me, he didn’t shake my hand, never responded to my greeting, and largely ignored her lack of desire to speak with him. Lana was not terribly tolerant of his disregard for our time and after 5 or so minutes of his lingering he got the hint and left.