Dear Friends

Dear "Friends",

If we are going to do the whole, "with benefits" thing...there need to be some rules.

We can be friends. We can hang out and shoot the shit and then hop in the sack and rock each others' worlds.

However, there shall be:

No snuggling.
No holding me.
No brushing my hair back from my face.
No running your fingers through my hair.
No kissing me, if we're just hanging out.
No kissing my forehead, EVER.

Follow these few simple rules, and we'll get along (and off) just fine. I can handle friends with benefits as long as you don't blur the lines and then act like it's my fault I got attatched. It's not.

Looove,
Kimmie.