The Booty Call
May 22nd, 2009I got a booty call Saturday night. A booty phone call, that is. I guess it would have been a knock at my door, but the caller happens to live clear across the country. A booty call, by definition (yes I looked it up) is: A telephone call, usually the sole purpose of which is to elicit a spontaneous and/or casual sexual encounter with the person so contacted.
So I guess a booty call really is just supposed to be a phone call. Who knew?! All these years I figured a booty call meant a call, followed by a nocturnal visit. To think of all the condom money I could have saved… Anyway, back to the caller. As I mentioned, he lives in another state — far, far away. So why call me? I had one drink with the guy, a few months ago no less, haven’t talked to him, but I get the call. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot,” he said. I was flattered. He’s younger, great looking, successful, and has a billion hot women on his Facebook page… “I’ve mostly been thinking about you late at night,” he said. “And if I’m being honest, I’ve ‘used’ you a few times.” Okay, seriously? Does that line really work?
Yes, yes it does. For about 7 minutes. And now he wants to visit.
