Only one that I can think of that makes sense to tell of.
A few years back I had a Friends With Benefits relationship with a woman named Shari. That was the way it started out, and we were both firm that that was how it would stay, so it was good.

The first night we met we went to a smallish restaurant downtown where I met her for a drink and an appetizer before she was to join her friends to see a band. Things went well, and she invited me to join them at the other place. Happily I followed her over to watch Page Wilson and Reckless Abandon and met with her friends.

Half a dozen pints later she asked me to follow her home. BOOYA! Though I probably shouldn't have been driving, I chugged along behind her to her house.

We got there and she lit candles and got out a bottle of red wine (on top of beer, no less), and we sipped our wine for maybe half a minute before we got into full-on kissing. She broke off long enough to put on a CD and set it to repeat, then came back to get me and drag me into the bedroom. Having had as much alcohol as I had I was able to perform, but finishing off was difficult at best, so it turned into something of a marathon. But once we were done, I slept deep.

That was just the first night. It became a pattern for us that I'd go over to hers, we'd cook dinner together, have drinks and I'd spend the night. Generally she'd put on a CD, usually the same one from that first night as it had a certain charm for us both, and we'd get down to it either in the living room or her bed before sleeping, and then I'd sneak out in the morning before her daughter woke.

Years later whenever I hear that CD I still think about her, even though the track that sticks out in my mind was wildly inappropriate.

It was Norah Jones. The track is "Don't Know Why I Didn't Come."
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 12:47, 5 replies)

Friends With Benefits
Never heard it put that way before. Like it muchly. Cheers.
( SpankyHanky, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:03, closed)

That may be an American thing.
It's pretty common over here, and sounds better than fuckbuddy (another commonly used term).
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:13, closed)

Nice
Not a bad album to get it on to either. I always thought that track was a bit odd on the old lyrics-front, a bit...honest?
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 13:58, closed)

You know, I always wondered about that.
Reading the lyrics, just as they are, does nothing to clear up exactly what she's referring to. Is she regretting not traveling with the guy, or is she regretting the bad sexings?

Very pretty tune, beautifully sung, but a bit strange.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:15, closed)

Maybe it's one of those
where only the guy in question will ever know the truth.

Let's hope for his sake that it's the first option!
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 14:48, closed)