He gets frustrated when you invite him over to see a film and really only want to watch a movie. Most men would be like, “Alright, great. If I can’t have sex, I imagine actually getting to see the entirety of The Hunger Games: Catching Fire is a fairly great consolation prize.” But while you swat away his thigh-climbing hand he’s must go home and unexpectedly tired.
You never meet his buddies. The simpler it really is for him the less information you might have about him. If you don’t know where he lives, or who he hangs out with, or what his last name is, he is able to vanish to the night just like a phantom. A phantom who hammered you a couple of times and then ceased replying texts, which might result in a shittier Broadway play than phantom’s type that hangs out in operas. But a phantom nonetheless.
Then makes it certainly hard that you sleep over. He never straight-up says you need to leave (That wouldn’t get him a next hookup!) However he constantly has a “thing” really early the following morning. You know families do not have picnics at 5 a.m. however.
Some lipstick? Your purse? A single bobby pin? In case nothing is forgotten by you there, you can never have an excuse showing up when he does not need you to. In the event you tried to show up unsolicited anyway, you’d likely discover the area left and boarded up, plus some neighbor would tell you, “Why, that place was abandoned for many years!” like some episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark.
You have never been on a real date. Dates are not men who consider themselves fuck buddies for guys.
He always insists on dividing the fee of the post-coital pizza you purchased. One of you can’t be considered a date if it doesn’t cover the pizza. #6 will be followed by him if it kills him.
He is “active” whenever you text him about something private or mental. Who has time to pause his game of Madden to talk like how you feel about things to you? If your text about your grandmother passing away isn’t attached to a photograph that is sexy, most guys won’t even bother opening it. Men who only need you for sex are not going to spend time playing with the boyfriend.
If you can’t do that, he just wants you for sex.
The only thing he is ever purchased you that could be considered intimate is a vibrating cock ring.
Flirty/sexual are turned by every dialog. Text or every single time you talk, it immediately becomes a conversation about having sex. He’s quit even attempting to be witty. “Oh, you are at the grocery store right now? I sure want to have sex with you … in the grocery store ;-)”
Most guys texts one to meet up with a bunch, but wants to return to your location/his area when you get there. You might think you’re about to meet all his buddies at some bar, but when you get there, he is already waiting outside along with his jacket and a few condoms.
He merely compliments your looks. You always look “hot” but never “gorgeous.” If his compliments are superficial at best and gross at worst, he is not That Into You Starring Justin Long and Scarlett Johansson and Jennifer Aniston and Ben Affleck and That Chick.
He heads straight for the bedroom when never comes over. He’s streamlined the method of sex-having by minimizing or removing the chitchat or talk about your day. He is like the Philip Glass of booty calls (that was a joke regarding the minimalist art movement that someone’s father will most likely find funny).