Brilliant, beautiful, and almost legal to drink

I can't even tell you (but I can show you a photo of her) how much Miriam Datskovsky brightens up my days. She's like the little sister I never had, but even better cause we never fight. She turns 21 tomorrow and is kicking the week off with another brilliant column, this time about fuck buddies.

If fuck-buddy sex can be identified by patterns, fuck-buddy communication looks more like a solid red 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle. So much is about how you play it. You want to play it cool so that he or she won’t think you’re interested in anything more—but not so cool that your fuck buddy stops calling you. Or you might want to play it cool so that he or she will be attracted to your chill attitude—but not so cool that your fuck buddy will think you’re not interested in anything besides sex. Everybody wants to play it perfectly; the trouble is that nobody sees things the same way. What one person thinks signifies romantic interest and what another person thinks signifies things are over may very well be one and the same



Send her e-cards tomorrow and read her column, "All Fantasies Aside" today.