My fuck buddy is leaving Manhattan.
Okay, he's a little more than a fuck buddy. I mean, it's hard to have great sex with someone - as well as great conversation - for six months and have no emotion. I know he wasn't my boyfriend - he was way too young and way too cute, but it was nice in the lonely wee hours of the morning to pretend he was.
Maybe...just maybe...you don't always get what you want, but you get what you need.
Yes, I'm buying that one.