Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Are FWBs Really All That NSA?


Paramount
 Why is it that bad movies always come in twos?  Two meteor movies (Armageddon and Deep Impact); two volcano movies (Volcano and Dante's Peak); two magician movies (The Illusionist and The Prestige); two reality TV movies (The Truman Show and Ed TV); two bug movies (Antz and A Bug's Life); two vampire movies (Eclipse and 30 Days of Night)...and now, two movies about friends with benefits (Friends With Benefits and No Strings Attached).  The phenomenon of these theatrical "coincidences" certainly serve as a barometer for our societal obsessions du jour.  The most recent additions to the twin-film canon are nothing if not timely. 

And, it's not just movies; there are scads of internet sites, blogs, and even actual books dedicated entirely to the "how to's" of casual sex.  Maybe it is just New York City, but it seems like friends with benefits (FWB) are becoming a more common occurrence than actual relationships.  Almost everyone I know has at least considered a casual sex relationship at one point or another.  A decade ago -- even a few years ago -- I would have recoiled at the idea of such casual relations.  But, when recently faced with an out and out invitation for repeat no strings attached (NSA) encounters, I found myself thinking, "Really, what would be the harm?" 

A good question.  In a city like New York, where people are often too busy, too self-interested, too overwhelmed, or too intimidated to really form meaningful bonds, what is the harm in (theoretically) blowing off some steam with a friend who you know and trust to be discreet and clean (at least in comparison to complete strangers at bars)?  Plus, studies have shown that there are measurable health benefits from simply being touched on a regular basis, let alone being touched like that.  Hm.  I have been mulling this one over for a while.  And, while I cannot completely eschew the idea of FWBs, I don't think I can entirely promote it either.  As with most sticky situations in life, the success of the endeavor depends entirely on how it is approached.

(Note: I realize that all moral baselines are not created equal.  For the sake of argument, we are going to have to set the obvious contention point of ethical and moral axioms aside for the time being.)

It seems to me that there are three obvious categories of FWB relationships, each carrying its own risks and rewards:

1.  Exes.  Just because you've ruled out a future, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the here and now.   The benefits:  This is familiar terrain.  You know the shortcuts and the scenic routes and can navigate with ease and efficiency.  You're probably relatively comfortable with the sexual dynamic and with the person in general.  Plus, you're likely way past pleasantries and small talk.  The detriments:  Breaking up is often a dish best served cold.  Jumping back in bed is like heating up leftovers -- you remember a scrumptious dish the first time around, but the smell is a little bit off and they're never going to taste the same.  Emotionally, one of you will sit there, spoon in hand wishing that you could start from scratch.  Of course, that's just it.  The only real reason to keep banging an ex is out of nostalgia, insecurity, an inability to truly let go, or flat out revenge.  Otherwise, who would want to waste their nights sleeping with their own human testament to failure and rejection -- sexy. 

2.  Close friends.  You already know them, you already trust them, you already love them.  This is just a different kind of love, right?  The benefits:  This is a person in whom you already place a lot of confidence.  This person wants the best for you.  This person keeps your secrets; sleeping together is just another one.  You've probably already done some light flirting, so pillow talk will probably come just as easy as all the other kinds of talk you already engage in.  As long as the two of you can keep sexual desires separate from the desire for attachment or commitment, then you're golden.  The detriments:  Casual sex is hardly ever all that casual.  A lot of the time, one friend is settling for FWB when what she really wants is a relationship, banking on the assumption that the sex will bring him around to love.  Wrong.  And even if this is not the ulterior motive, the fact of the matter is that sex releases hormones that create chemically-based feelings of attachment.  This is especially true for women more than men (don't quibble -- it's science).  Start with the foundation of friendly or platonic love, and those babies could pretty easily set one of you over the edge.  After all, friendship + lust = lovers.  You can't argue with math.  Plus, even if you do manage to keep it cool, you may get burnt when your friend's next girlfriend doesn't feel so friendly towards his ex-FWB.

3.  Acquaintances.  You're close but not too close.  Maybe she's got a mutual friend to recommend her, or even an honest smile and a decent resume.  The benefits:  This person is not a completely random stranger, but she's also not a bosom buddy.  You're not risking a friendship, and you're not building off of a history of intense feelings.  If everyone understands the practical nature of the alliance, then no one feels led on.  And, hopefully, you view this person as an equal, respect their time and privacy, and honestly ask nothing from them but safe physical gratification.  Plus, the element of mystery that recommends a person who you know but don't really know can be a real turn on.  The detriments:  This is less a FWB and more a bona fide f**k buddy.  Doesn't sound as nice because it isn't.  In reality this person owes you very little, and you might just end up being exploited.  What's more, unlike with friends or even exes with whom you have a history, you cannot be sure this person respects you as a human being, which can easily lead to feeling cheap, promiscuous, or just plain slutty.  Plus, part of the allure of an NSA partner is the possibility that the person actually likes you, which causes an intoxicating feeling of power.  Of course, after a while, it becomes obvious she doesn't, and then it might start to actually feel as empty as it is.  Awesome.

So, then, what would be the harm?  Fooling ourselves into thinking that the B in FWB implies an actual benefit.  In alomst all cases, the D (for detriments) outweighs any B.  It's hard to imagine an NSA situation in which the "benefits" are actually all that beneficial in the end.  However, if you're bound and determined, there are some definite rules for navigating a FWB situation: 

(1)  The two of you must be on precisely the same page, with very little room for negotiation.  Emotions make everything messier.  And even if you start out in a satisfying platonic-sexual groove, be prepared for the arrangement to have a shelf life.  Feelings will inevitably get in the way.  Whether one person ends up feeling romantic, jealous, resentful, or embarrassed, our human tendency toward attaching emotional significance to events will be the FWB's undoing.

(2) You must use protection.  No matter how well you know your FWB, no matter how much you implicitly trust him or her, this is not an exclusive relationship.  It's the nature of the beast.  Sex sans intimacy is also sans the obligations germane to intimacy.  You may be proud of what you bring to the table (or the bed as the case may be), but don't be anything but skeptical of what your partner might be contributing to the mix.  Smokey the Bear says: Only you can prevent forest fires.

Again, there are arguments in either direction, not to mention a whole moral and spiritual side to the FWB phenomenon that could be further addressed ad nauseum but have not been touched upon here.  In any case, be prepared for NSA to mean temporary and a little dirty.  I have never seen anyone come away from a FWB situation feeling entirely clean.  The fact of the matter is that NSA engagements trivialize sex, which I think most of us feel just a tad bit guilty about.  While it may be relatively easy to come to terms with the downsides in favor of the upsides, the reality is rarely cut and dry.  What is more difficult is recognizing your ultimate (albeit probably muddied) motivations for wanting an FWB situation:  Are you jaded, seeking revenge, avoiding intimacy, fearing of dependency, lonely, needy, feeling unimportant or unattractive or insecure?  Are you being narcissistic, unempathatic, or self-aggrandizing?  Are you using sex, attention, or affirmation to fix something that will only end up feeling more broken when it ends?  I think few of us recognize our reasons for going the FWB route until it's over, if then.  No amount of gratuitous boning will free us from our real issues.  Is that really beneficial? 

What ever the benefit of FWBs, these NYC places provide NSA benefits with a capital "B" (literally)...

Bedlam
Avenue C between 3rd and 4th Sts.
Benefits:  Good crowd.  Friendly vibe.  Open dancing space.  Mixed sexual orientations.  Taxidermy (arguable).  Detriments:  Spotty DJ quality.  Spotty bar service.  Shady location.
All in all, this is a great place, especially for a night out with a mixed gay/straight crowd.  Everyone feels comfortable here.  And the dance floor is accommodating.  It is a liiiiiittle deep in ABC City for some people's taste, but I didn't think it was too bad.  I'd definitely recommend this place for meeting up or late night dancing.

Bibim Bar
1st Avenue between 9th St. and St. Marks
Benefits:  Tasty, basic Korean food.  Friendly waitstaff.  Cute, warm, Asian ambiance, with skylights and outdoor space in the summer.  Detriments:  Inattentive server.  Can be hard to find.
The good news is that there is a sign outside that says "Bibim Bar."  The bad news is that the Japanese noodle place in the storefront is not it.  You actually have to walk past that place to the back through a relatively unmarked entryway to reach Bibim Bar.  I promise the trek will be worth it, especially if you order the chicken or spicy pork bulgogi hot pot.  It's Korean comfort food at it's finest, and even sort of healthy.  Yum.

Barramundi
Clinton St. btw Stanton St. and Rivington St.
Benefits:  Homemade sangria.  The bartender.  A friendly late night crowd.  Detriments:  Small space gets crowded.  The number of bartenders did not increase with the number of patrons.
The girls chose this place for the meeting point the night of my birthday celebration. The idea was to knock back a few drinks, round up the troops, and head to the dance floor somewhere in the LES. It guess it is a tribute to this bar to say that we never made it out the door. Mickey, the bartender, was friendly and fabulous. The jug of fresh white wine sangria disappeared faster than a $20 bill. And, the bar got a decent amount of traffic that included good looking members of both sexes. You can't do much better than that.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

A Little Spark of Madness

"In a mad world, only the mad are sane." (Akira Kurosawa)

When you live in New York City, you're inevitably going to run into crazy from time to time.  The homeless man on the subway conversing loudly with his invisible friend, the lady with face paint and surgically-implanted cat whiskers, the Jehovah's Witnesses...  While they scare the crap out of tourists, these things hardly surprise us.  In fact, they are expected.  In-your-face craziness is par for the course, part of the city's charm. This is New York, a veritable onion of insanity.  There are as many layers of crazy as there are layers of people.  Sometimes, the crazy that surprises us most is the kind that comes from unexpected sources that don't carry their crazy on the outside.

I've been slapped with a lot of crazy in the past year.  A guy's ex-girlfriend who surreptitiously found my number and texted me while we were on only our third date -- crazy!  The man who friend-requested me on Facebook every day for six months after I told him to hit the road -- crazy! The guy who sent me irate messages for not answering my phone at 2 a.m. after knowing him for only two days -- crazy!  The funny thing is that each of these people function completely normally in society.  No phantom friends, no voluntary facial deformation, and no cultish tendencies.  With all of these folks falling in various places on an apparently very broad spectrum, I start to wonder if they can really all be "crazy."

Webster's defines insane as (simply put) "unable to think in a clear or sensible way."  The problem with this definition is that crazy people hardly ever think they're crazy.  Our craziest thoughts often seem like the most clear and sensible ones at the time we're thinking them.  Our friends might tell us we're acting crazy, but our actions seem to make sense to us.  So, who is the ultimate judge of insanity?  It seems to me that it is all contingent on perspective.  Our intentions may be totally sane and logical, but they may come off as nutty.  Take the suspicious wife who goes to great lengths to determine whether her husband is cheating:  She's crazy -- until it turns out that he is.  And then, she's just intuitive.  From the ex's perspective, maybe the crazy ex-girlfriend breaking into her former boyfriend's email account and spying on his love life is not so much insane as just stupid or sad.  After all, we all have compulsive thoughts from time to time that may lead to actions that are somewhat involuntary or out of our control.  Is that insane or just human?

To varying degrees, we all live in our own little worlds, where the moments and actions that make up our daily lives may have entirely different significance in our heads compared to others'.  When it comes to dating, flirting and sex and touching and even the way we word our messages are entirely open to interpretation and may mean profoundly different things upon translation into the language of each of our individual psyches.  When someone's interpretation conflicts with ours, they are crazy.  When it agrees, they are sane.  Our perception of insanity may have more to do with how much sense we are able make of the world and less to do with objective mental health.  By this definition, at any given moment, we are all simultaneously both crazy and sane.

In a city like New York, where there is at least one of every kind of person (and usually more than that), we are bound to encounter viewpoints that quarrel with our own.  We will inevitably be subject to expectations and interpretations that are not in line with what we expect or intend.  There will be people that we cannot control or understand, and at times that may even include ourselves.  Sanity is not black and white; we're all imbued with a little spark of madness.  So, don't be so quick to judge another's behavior as crazy; because, ultimately, your sane is someone else's crazy, and your crazy is someone else's sane.  Your creepy is someone else's flattering.  Your obsession is someone else's devotion.  It's all a matter of perspective and scale.  We should keep that in mind.  After all, at the end of the day, even the crazy cat-face lady goes home to someone who thinks she is beautiful.

There are just as many crazy things to do in New York as there are crazy people to do them.  Keeping in mind that it's all a matter of perspective, here are some choices that I think of as particularly sane:

Serendipity
East 60th Street between 2nd and 3rd Avenues
I always say that I live my entire life below 59th Street. So, a good Samaritan took me here to expand my horizons (and apparently my waistline)! You absolutely can not order anything healthy here -- but why would you want to? This little shop, made famous by its role in Serendipity the movie (with John Cusack and the chick from Pearl Harbor), specializes in dessert -- giant fudge sundaes, banana splits, hot chocolate with mountains of whipped cream, and, the piece de resistance, frozen hot chocolate. We shared some very tasty hot chocolate and a coffee ice cream sundae. The ice cream was just ice cream, but the hot chocolate was fantastic. I can only imagine how good it would be frozen (word has it that it is uncommonly good). Clearly a next trip is in order for that express purpose. Only downside -- we came at 7 on a Sunday night and the wait was over 2 hours -- so, plan on putting your name in and coming back later. Trust me, it's worth it.

Cozy Cafe
East 1st Street btw 1st and 2nd Avenues
Cozy Cafe has 69 flavors of hookah -- attribute to that whatever significance you like.  This place is exactly what you would expect an unassuming hookah bar to be -- draped fabrics, tapestry upholstery, low tables, cozy nooks, and low light.  I don't smoke hookah, so I can't attest to the relative quality of the main attraction, but I can vouch for the Cozy Cafe as a cozy meeting spot for a small group of friends and quality conversation.  Compared to the hookah, drinks did not seem to be a huge concern.  So, don't come here expecting to booze.  The staff wasn't all that attentive, but it was a Saturday afternoon after New Year's Eve, so I am guessing that they were as hungover as we were.


Epstein's Bar
Corner of Allen St and Stanton St.
There's not a lot to this place -- a bar, a few tables and chairs, and wrap around windows.  Definitely a case of function over form.  But, what counts in any bar is the crowd that fills it.  The night we were here, it was full of Irishmen, which is apparently a regular occurrence.  According to them, it's something of a standard jumping-off point.  Good to know if you like a good Irish brogue.  After the crowd thinned out a little bit, Pauly, one of the owners stopped by our corner and started buying R and I drinks.  He was a little odd, but the drinks were free, so we had a bit of a conversation going.  Turns out Epstein's was at the time of it's founding and still is the only bar in Manhattan named after an Irish Jew.  True story.  And like any good Irish Jew, the bar is just what the doctor ordered -- friendly, loud, and relatively cheap.