I was visiting some friends in western Mass this week for my birthday, and made plans to meet up with this broad. We were from the same town, made out once drunkenly, and lived on the same dorm floor. She made dinner and I brought some beer, we began chatting as she showed me her dope house that she had to herself for the summer until her 5 other roommates came back for the school year. Not too far into dinner she brings up how much fun she's been having fucking around since becoming single. I tell her about my shameful dry streak, she sympathizes. Deeper into the topic, I tell her I'll be back often during the month, and she mentions wanting to have a fuck buddy around here. At this point I figure it's prime time to bring up sleeping together, NSA. She's not down, whatsoever. Says I need to catch her in the right mood, she's sweaty from work, and I made it awkward. I stayed a couple more hours somberly drinking my Pabst while she asked my advice about whether or not she should fuck my friend who just gave her his number, and what to do about this other boy she only wants to fuck, but can't stop from liking. I told her the power is in her hands, because all guys want from a girl is to fuck. I left shortly after. At least I got a free meal.