Some of us (and you know who you are) have taken the term “BFF” out of context. Yup, that clumsy lust has gotten you into quite the compromised position: you accidently love up a homie and now are stuck wallowing in the awkward aftermath of your libido collision. Do you see why that Chazeen girl stresses the importance of a Back-Up Guy? Yup, you guessed it, to keep you from doing the Lumbada (among other forbidden dances) with best friends and regrettable rebounds. Like a good pal, he or she is always there for you at your most vulnerable. Unfortunately, always also happens to constitute interims between qualifiable back-up guys, the tender hour of a post-break-up period, and some times even in the dead of night when wolves and loins howl at the moon. Yes, like State Farm, a true friend is always there.
And depending on the magnitude of desperation, depravation, or devastation you were in, you may very well rationalize a quite logical reason to jump ship and take a quick leap out of the friendzone: Caring is sharing, things won’t get weird, it’s just “sex,” it’s okay because I’m doing it with someone I care about and know well, or other comparable malarkey. But alas, anyone who has ever slapped more than a hi-5 against a good friend has learned that sex can stain a pristine friendship, and make things at the very least, undeniably different between you two.