What greeted their mortified cellist in the wings, after having caused the ultimate concert disaster, was not anger but gales of hysterical laughter and a tidal wave of empathy. Knowing that I could not possibly have felt any worse, their instinctive reaction to see the funny side of situation saved me.
Sex without commitment can work if we believe it can, and we're clear ourselves as well as with our partners about the boundaries. Are we friends first, lovers second? Are we playing at romance, or refusing to let the relationship become romantic? Are the reasons that we want to be friends with benefits but not actual 'in-love' lovers clear and valid to both of us?