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Definition of a Jump-Off

It’s come to my attention that some people are a bit confused as to what exactly classifies someone as a jump-off. Over the past few days I’ve continually found myself embroiled in conversations with women about this topic. While there may be jump-offish tendencies in the scenarios they described in their arguments, I think to label it as such would be erroneous.

A jump-off is some person you call in the middle of the night and all you do is fuck and then bounce or kick them out.... if you don’t even have sex every time you meet up,.... it just happens whenever....you my friend might be consider "Friend-With-Benefits" but my friend nonetheless. ... no, you’re not my jump-off.”

I think a lot of people have things twisted when it comes to defining a jump-off. Just because two consenting adults have sex with no commitment doesn’t mean you’re J.O. status. That just means you had sex. Point blank. Now if that’s all you ever do and you never go out, don’t have actual conversations (sex talk don’t count), and only communicate in the wee hours of the night then you might be a jump-off. Aside from that, you’re an adult engaging in adult activities. If you’re unsure, you can always do what just ask.

So how do you define a jump-off? Do guys and girls have different definitions? Have you ever fallen into jump-off status and didn’t even realize it? Can an ex or friend with benefits be classified as a jump-off? Is anyone willing to admit that they’re a jump-off and proud of it? Are there benefits to being a J.O.? Has any females ever flipped the script and made a guy their jump-off? Whose decision was that? Can a jump-off ever be about more than just sex?

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