A situation where we couldn't hang out would not be what I would consider friends with benefits. If we are not friends, let's not pretend we are. At the same time, because we were friends, these men didn't take me out, per se, but we went out. Sometimes we went alone. Sometimes it was their treat. Sometimes it was my treat, most of the time it was dutch, and other people were out with us. New York City has so many free, regularly occurring events. Some of those we just had standing plans to attend together. Some of those we specifically arranged to attend. We met each other's other friends. So yeah, I liked their company, and hanging out was fun. Sometimes we went home together after, sometimes we went home with others. It was good.
If they called just for sex it was fine by me. LOL. There was one who'd text things like, "Hello. Why are you ignoring my dick?" or, "Tonight, come sit on my dick, Ma." I'd just answer with things like, "Because he's not as funny or smart as you, but he is awfully good looking. How can I make it up to him?" or, "Hell no. You're on top today, Sweets." I wasn't insecure about the situation, under no illusion that the relationships were anything more than they were, and can't remember an instance where I wasn't either already set to lay with someone else, or equally interested in hooking up. However, I knew I could always politely decline if I wanted. It was a good arrangement for me.