The Proliferation of Booty Calls

In the olden days, it was more difficult for the booty call and the one night stand to happen. First, there was the issue of geography. Next, it was the issue of transportation. Third, there was a whole host of other issues that I can't imagine since I wasn't alive in the olden days.
But these issues have been resolved today. Transportation has enabled us to cross geographies and the sexual revolution has increased the horizontal limbo's transparency within society. Thus the proliferation of booty calls. Booty calls have become a major category in today's dating landscape. They make biological sense for the male since he is encouraged to spread his sperm as much as possible. They make sense for the perpetually inebriated college female who doesn't know any better. Now consider the working female who's tired of being texted at the wee hours of the night and being asked to share her goodies. How I yearn for the olden days.

In a previous post, I had mentioned Peruvian guy and how he had texted me this past Thursday asking if I was going downtown.

On Friday, he texted me at about 7 PM asking if I wanted to smoke hookah with his friends. Wow! That's new and different. I had a date with Bike Boy that night so I told Peruvian guy I would drop by later. By the time I texted Peruvian guy his friends had left but he invited me to his place anyway. It was about 1 AM. I should have known better, but my naive optimism encouraged me to head over anyway. Perhaps all he wanted was rousing conversation, I said. The hang-out session started off that way, but then it lead into kissing. He might have taken his shirt off and he might have looked really good. He of course attempted for more. This was Booty Call Request #2. I politely declined and we spent the rest of the night cuddling.

Saturday he texted me to see if I wanted to go downtown. -____-

Now let's backtrack a little. Booty Call Request #1 actually happened with Bike Boy. Before I left Bike Boy's place, he asked if I wanted to spend the night. Seriously...?

Dear males of today's society:
When we're nice to you, flirt with you or maybe even kiss you a little, it does not mean we want to have sex with you. (At least not always). If we're on a date with you and the date goes well, this does not automatically mean it will end in sex. It is not ok to text us at 3 AM and ask us to come over. Furthermore if you are trying to get in a girl's pants you need to be a little bit more creative than your current approach: buying her shots and betting on a metaphorical roulette table of "will she have sex with me?"

No we won't. Well, at least that's what we tell ourselves. For those who practice restraint, I applaud you. For those of you who don't, just keep in mind you're proliferating booty calls. Before we know it dating might disappear altogether and we'll become a society of sexual vagabonds. Let's hope that doesn't happen.

XOXO,
Your dating aficionado