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Walking the (Booty Call) Line

Earlier this week, I told Coach I wanted to see him this weekend. He seemed on board but I’m going to attribute his indifference to him being horrible at texting. Which he is. “LOL” is not a quality response to anything…

Anyways, basically ever since French Toast, I’ve been very aware of how quickly one can fall into the booty call trap. Clear signs you’ve been trapped: he only suggests getting together after like 9:00, and you only hang out at one of your homes. With FT, we tried to hang out a number of times during the week starting at what I would consider regular hours. I like to be in my bed by 10:00, so getting together at 9 or even 8:30 on a weeknight is not high on my priorities. Eventually I called him out on it. Since then – even though I wasn’t really looking for anything serious – I was careful to avoid booty call status.

Last week Coach came over later on Saturday night. But it wasn’t a booty call in my mind. I even told him after he left the next day that the next time we get together we should probably go out and do something. My apartment isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Continuing that non-booty call attitude, I called him. On the phone. #ShockingIKnow! Of course he didn’t answer. But then a bit later, he called me back! ON THE PHONE. I realize this is stupid because people talk on the phone all the time. I call my mom, my sister, my friends, pretty regularly. I even have one guy friend I FaceTime with pretty frequently. But there’s something about talking on the phone in today’s dating culture that seems so foreign to me. Anyways, we talked for a bit and it was nice. Very next step in our kind of dating situation.

So, anyways, we were trying to make plans on the phone for this weekend. And it just wasn’t going well. I’m going out Friday and invited him. But he has to be up early Saturday and is working all day. I have nothing Saturday during the day but am babysitting at night. Sunday we’re both free in the morning but I have plans with a friend around 2:00 and he has something at night.

This morning, motivated by simply seeing him over the weekend, I suggested he come over after I babysit Saturday night (after 11:00), and immediately regret it.

I somehow forgot that booty calling goes both ways.

I don’t want him to feel like our relationship is only physical. I promise it’s not! We talked on the MF phone! Y’all can probably even tell that I like him. It’s weird for me. But I’m trying to not overthink it too much. So even though I wanted to double, triple, quadruple text him and explain that I wasn’t trying to treat him like a sex object, and actually really like him… I just waited for him to respond.

Did I mention he’s a bad texter? After a while, he said “We’ll see.” AAKSHFKSLD

I’m very aware that I’m overreacting here. It’s cool. I’m cool. But. I know I hate being told to come over late. After the person has done their own thing. After they’ve been out having fun with their friends or whatever they’ve done. They might as well have sent a text that says “oh, I didn’t meet anyone out that I wanted to bring home, so you should come over.” Feels great.

So now I’m walking the line. Like Johnny Cash. Hoping that if he does come over late Saturday, we both understand that it’s not because I don’t want something more.

 

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