How does bang with friends determine bangability

There are an endless amount of really uncomfortable ways this could go. Unless, of course, they really work. Casual Encounters is an anything goes entrance into no strings attached sex or whatever. So could it actually stand to reason that this simple, new BangWith trend is more than just an inside joke to play with your friends? While I keep hearing there are success stories, neither of the apps are willing to reveal specifics yet.

Amid all of the half-joking posts, one user told me he installed the app and got a reciprocated Bang Request from a girl he used to see in high school and that they plan to meet up.

So I just asked if she wanted to meet up this weekend, nothing complicated. The biggest issue of course is people using BangWithFriends or Professionals for that matter with ill intentions, either just to see what the app does or, more underhandedly, to find out which of your friends wants to bang you. An understandably anonymous Quora poster was equally candid — and hopeful — about his or her BangWithFriends experience.

As we move beyond the hype and slowly begin to hear BangWith success stories, it seems possible that these apps are more than just chatter for the Internet water cooler. All user IDs have been deleted. Now, you can very easily find out which of your Facebook friends are using the hook-up app.

All you have to do is click on this link , and Facebook will tell you which of your friends are using Bang With Friends, a Facebook app that you can use to see if your friends are willing to have sex with you, The Daily Dot points out. You click on your friends that you want to "bang" and other users choose their "bangable" friends; if two people choose each other, they are connected.

That's it. We quickly adjusted this back in January once we realized that Graph Search did this. Any user who installed our app after January should have seen that default setting and will not show up in Graph Search. Ah, youth. One of my most beloved toys was my Barbie styling head, which I would style and primp for hours on end. It was my introduction to girling. My efforts were never so perfect. I wanted makeup simply to detract away from hellish acne. Look at anything but my pimples.

But my mother insisted I was much too young for makeup. But I so desperately wanted all of it, particularly eye shadow. Why not myself? Given my eyes have always been my best physical feature, it was torture not to experiment with makeup that could light them up like a Christmas tree.

They are green, after all. Had they had as many glittery choices then as they do now, I might have considered shoplifting. I probably would have never done it, but I would have considered it nonetheless. I have a theory that I must have been a drag queen in another life. To tell you how creative I was, for a short time in I was mixing food color and baby powder, just to see if I could make my own.

That never worked out either. Ultimately I had to wait for several more years before I got the real thing. As it turned out, the makeup I had always wanted had precious little to do with my bangability. Epiphany hammer coming down in five… four… three… two…. You start the game bangable. Pretty folks, yeah. But guess what? Many times, all you have to be is available. Guys have tried to pick me up while I was on a pay phone ask your grandparents, doing my laundry, sitting on a grassy knoll, reading a book, even walking down the street.

No bars. No makeup. No ritual or ceremony. No sexy clothes. Your ONLY question is what kind of guy do you want to bang? Are you looking for love?

Are you looking for security? Not all peen is created equal, folks. Therefore bangability, or the art of attracting all peen, is NOT optimal. For some of us, who have fought our inherent bangabilty off with every ugly stick we could find, it truly IS the Danger Zone. None of what we do has dick to do with… well, dick. Still do. It also saves money at the bar. It makes you feel good. What I like better is knowing that the guys who find someone like me bangable are way more choice.

You have to forgive the bruises on the outside to get to the sweet fruit underneath, and honestly… most guys are too lazy to keep going past the first barrier. They will pile other people in between us, a human shield, just so I am reminded — AGAIN — of my blatant unbangabilty, as if I had to be reminded, as if that was my objective in the first place. All things considered, a man who finds me sexy demonstrates very attractive qualities, like depth, tenacity and, you know, decency.

He tends to appreciate the whole package, including my mind, my wit and my strength. He needs more. Self-esteem boost x2, plus you get to separate the wheat from the chaff? Always has been. Older women get this. The older you get, the more that kind of attention wanes from weaker men, who need you to be hot to make them feel better about themselves. Eventually all of us women reach and pass our Last Fuckable Day with these losers which, despite the parody in this clip, IS a reason to celebrate.

Whether you drop hundreds of dollars to let some sadist rip your pubes out by the root, that then becomes your choice.

You get to do what you want to do, what makes you happy. How much do we have to hate ourselves to buy and accept this message? And guess what? If you show up and bring beer, odds are you will still get them to fuck you. The last time I broke pounds, I was 19 years old. For much of the time since, my focus has been anti bangability.

Not that uncommon for women who have survived abuse. I scare off a lot of men. I see it in their eyes if they dare hold my gaze. Makes me wonder who the revelation scares more… me or them. Probably the person who looks away first, which is usually me.