On Being a Booty Call

On Friday night/Saturday morning at 3am. On Monday night at 8pm.

Friday night was sexy time – lingerie the whole deal – even though I was asleep when the request text came in (and I’m going to defend myself here saying we had plans to meet up that night, but he ended up winning big at the casino until that late, but I’m not sure that makes this story “better”).

Monday was a little more unexpected and required a quick shave, but then a cute, casual look. As I was putting my comfy pants over my booty shorts and a tank top with the girls flying free underneath, I thought the outfit said cool, casual, hanging out, not trying too hard.

In case the outfit didn’t say it loud enough, I told myself, “I’m going to go over there and let him know I’m not a booty call. Yes, I’ll sleep with him, but I’m going to make it clear that I’m NOT a booty call.”

And then this annoying voice came out of nowhere and responded back to me, “If you’re not a booty call then don’t act like one.”

An aha moment indeed.

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