If you're just screwing around, when the screwing stops, so does the "around." This goes without saying. On Halloween, I don't wear matching costumes with anyone, unless I just can't say no.
You're completely OK with not having sex for extended periods of time.
If you are the guy that rocks up to the party in a £100,000 car, with the Rolex watch and you buy everyone in the bar a drink without thinking too much about it because to you it is no more than buying a round, then you are going to get a bow job at the end of the night from someone if you want it.
You begin to see signs that indicates he really cares, and as time goes on, you wonder how long you have to keep up the act of being "fuck buddies."One day you two are out together and you casually slip your arm around his; his facial reaction suddenly freezes and he looks a tad uncomfortable and loosens his arm from yours.
Or at least, without getting super-jealous and –esque?
Some assume that one of the “buddies” is always being strung along, secretly hoping that the fucking leads to something more serious.
The two of you make plans to hang out, as friends, of course, and both of you seem to follow through on it.
But as the time together draws to no end when you hang out, because it hadn't needed to end before, you two are left in an awkward position; neither of you want to say good bye to one another.