  Written. 25. May. 2000 Benefits I may be lonely, but I can't say, truly, that I am alone. Friends with benefits? Dave in Atlanta.
Desperation for human contact. I need to sleep on it. No pun intended. Warned by everyone, no strings attached But oh, go slowly, be gentle- I could break- so easily. Can I take this at face value? Am I lonely enough?
But are my standards too high? Would it be settling- Because he's not a fairly tale knight in shining melancholy? Do I aim too high? Can I live with myself if I say no? Can I if I say yes? Friends with benefits, eh...
I wish I knew, wish I could see- The fork in the road, and the right path for me. 
