Sometimes the blogging Gods just smile down on you at the right moment. Here I was, tired, uninspired, about to toss up my hands and beg forgiveness for yet another missed night, when I logged onto Facebook and saw a friend's post about this: Bangwithfriends.com.
The site, from what I can tell (because I assure you I am FAR too chicken actually to click on the link), combines the anonymous hook-up possibilities of Craigslist with the safe coziness of your Facebook friends list. You can (again, as far as I can tell--total chicken here) sign up for this, uh, service through your Facebook account and then, if your friends also sign up, you will be somehow informed of their desire--not necessarily for YOU, I suppose, but just for a no-strings (if there is such a thing) encounter.
I honestly don't know whether to be appalled or impressed. In a way, it's ingenious--until you start to ponder the ramifications. I mean, first of all, there's the aforementioned non-guarantee of mutual attraction. Imagine the awkwardness of finding a friend on this site, contacting him/her, only to be told thanks, but no thanks. The last thing a guy needs to hear is that a girl "loves him as a Facebook friend."
I suppose many, if not most, people have one or two exes on a friends' list. I guess that could be slightly less awkward although potentially more damaging to a delicate psyche.
But, for me, here's the most potentially terrifying aspect of Bangwithfriends. I don't know (Remember: Chicken!) whether this site allows you to specify people you DON'T want to hear from. How many of us, for example, have cousins, siblings, and/or God-help-us PARENTS on our friends' list? Some of my relatives are very attractive people, but still. I. Don't. Want. To. Know. (And I'm sure they feel the same.)
Call me a traditionalist, but I think random sexual encounters with friends should happen the old-fashioned way: drunken hook-ups in a supply closet at the office Christmas party. Just call me a romantic.