Booty Call Archives:
So there’s this guy… I’ve known him for years, and to put it bluntly, he was a booty call. A sporadic booty call at best, but a booty call nonetheless. And now, he’s a booty call no more, he’s not even a friend. Recently I got a call from a friend — well, I would
Booty calls are overrated. There, yeah, I said it… I know I’m violating some sort of macho code by saying this, but I still say that booty calls are overrated. Although come to think of it, the last booty call I had still makes me smile, and that was almost three months ago. You know
I told myself the last time that I wouldn’t let it happen again. The effort was there, as was the determination, but before I knew it, it was happening and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it. In a matter of mere moments, I once again went from date — to wing man. It
I 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
I don’t know if you can really call this a booty call. By definition, the call is supposed to elicit a spontaneous sexual encounter. How spontaneous can this encounter be if the guy lives clear across the country? This is more like a “long-term, lay the foundation, maybe sneak in some phone sex” call… it’s
