The Beauty Of Having A Situational Boyfriend

What is a situational boyfriend, you may ask? I didn’t really know until I found myself with one. I thought it was an odd concept, a guy who does “boyfriend-ish” things, but without the perks? Lame! “Just a friend?” I would ask my friends about their situational boyfriends…to which they would respond, “Yeah, but he’s more than a friend, he’s my situational boyfriend, he’s special.”

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I can only speak for myself, and my situation…and my situational boyfriend. Can we use SB, because “situational” is starting to look weird every time I type it.

My SB is great. Easy on the eyes, charismatic, funny. I am always with my SB lately, whether we’re working out, getting lunch or sitting on the couch doing nothing. My SB buys me wheatgrass shots, beer, drives me home in traffic, listens to me whine and complain about the other men in my life and offers great advice. My SB is there for me, and I’m there for him. He knows me, without the hair, the makeup, he calls me on my shit but also makes a point to build me up. I would call him to kill a spider, put together a dresser or go wine tasting with.

Why isn’t he your boyfriend then, right? (I know what you’re thinking!)

I don’t know, and I actually don’t think about it. I don’t believe that people are just brought into each others lives by chance, I don’t think things just happen. My SB and I are on the same page, same level but slightly different journeys, if that makes any sense. We are each other’s sounding boards-and I think we need that right now more than anything else. I needed a guy I could count on, who doesn’t have an agenda, who I can trust, who takes care of me and wants to see me happy. And more than anything, I want to see him happy, and you best believe if any girls mess with my SB, I will bust out the Colombian fury and pull some hair.

I don’t have many male friends. I have, in all honesty, 2 that I hang out with alone, who aren’t trying to get in my pants and who’s company I genuinely enjoy. As I’m navigating this crazy dating game, I can’t help but compare the guys I date to my SB. He’s raised the bar, and shown me what I deserve, and until I meet him, he’s going to be there for me. But it’s not like once I do meet Mr. Wonderful, SB goes out the window. Just like every relationship, ours will evolve. It’s like I texted him…

“You were here before this guy, and you’ll be here after.”

Not every relationship with the opposite sex has to be some dramatic love affair. Some of the best are the ones you just don’t have to worry about like my SB who assures me I won’t get fat after drinking a gatorade but doesn’t judge me for asking-he handles my crazy and still loves me. My SB made me forget a huge romantic letdown a few weeks ago-not by trying to slip in and take advantage, but by splitting a brownie with me and just listening.

Do you have female/male friends? What do your significant others think of your relationship?