FWB is the ideal solution for single women with appetites that can't always be sated by a rampant rabbit.
It'll put a smile on your face and your ds will have a happy mummy without being adversely affected by having a succession of 'daddies' in his young life.
As long as you can hack it emotionally - i.e don't imagine that occasional sex = grand passion - and observe certain rules such as no jealousy or beating yourself up if a fuck buddy departs for pastures new, civilised FWB arrangements have everything to recommend them to the discerning singleton.
I have a paramour here in London, one elsewhere in the UK and others across the pond and in Europe. I currently have a vacancy for a Dutch or Scandi male
Slut, moi? Certainly not.
I live by the maxim of 'if you can't be with the one you want, love the one you're with'. As it happens, I have no intention of tying myself down to the tedium of monogamy and I am, therefore, blissfully free of the self-inflicted melodrama of eating my heart out for the one that I want but can't have.
This doesn't mean I indiscriminately screw everything that moves. Far from it - to my eyes, the majority of the males of the species make celibacy look like a most attractive proposition. My paramours have to possess oodles of social finesse, sophistication, humour, plus that indefinable je ne sais quoi.
Although I can on occasion be laughed into bed, generally speaking I have to fancy the pants off them - but if they stop making me laugh or it gets boring, it's over.