I saw them when I woke up fresh-faced and smug after an early night at 8 a. My stomach flipped. But it was also one of those rare scenarios where I knew exactly what I was supposed to do next.
With all this in mind, the only reasonable response was to ignore him completely and go back to sleep. I had far too much self-respect to even entertain the prospect. It was insulting, degrading, and, frankly, a little embarrassing he thought he could pull this off. What an arrogant asshole. Even the phrase itself feels archaic, a rhetorical relic that exists exclusively in out-of-touch comedies from the aughts and the dinner party conversations of baby boomers.
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But the act itself is still very much a core tenet of modern-day sexual expression. In short, a booty call consists of arranging a one-off sexual encounter. The more debauched and X-rated they are, the better. And ever since the pandemic forced single people into an unprecedented period of celibacy, it seems like these kind of encounters are happening more than ever. There was the woman who booty-called two men at once in the hope of doubling her chances for sex that night, only to find that both arrived at the same time and wound up bonding over football.
Wave goodbye to the Sisyphean task of trying to define what you are to each other. After years of being sexually sequestered, our desires usurped by those of our male partners, it feels like our pleasure is finally being prioritized.
What better way to take advantage than by engaging in frivolous casual sex on our own terms? Even if it all goes terribly wrong, at least you get a good story out of it. These were some of the thoughts that led me to travel across London at 9 a. It will be fun.
