Remember my friend Anna? The good girl who, after a two year drought, threw caution to the wind and slept with a guy on the first date? Well apparently the story did not end there. Sigh.
So I get another random phone call from Anna:
Anna: So I’m on my way to his place.
Me: Who’s place? (Gasp) Noooooo.
Anna: Relax, I won’t do anything stupid, I’m not a complete masochist.
Me: Anna…
Anna: I missed hanging out with him and I called to ask if he wanted to meet for drinks…
Me: You can’t see this but I’m shaking my head in despair. Okay, so drinks, public place where you can keep all your clothes on.
Anna: Well he’s out of town, at his holiday house, so he told me to come over. He said I could spend the night and drive back in the morning.
Me: Are you learning impaired?
Anna: I’m not going to do anything!
Me: Did you shave your legs?
Anna: (Pause) Maybe.
Me: You are officially a ‘booty call’.
Anna: Aha! No I’m not, I called him! He’s my booty call! He’s my bitch!
Me: Mmm hmm.
Anna: I miss sex and he’s available and I like him…
Me: Yes sweety, but he doesn’t feel the same…
Anna: Let me just see how tonight goes.
I actually went out and bought some double fudge chocolate chip cookie ice cream immediately after that conversation…just to be ready for the following day. Now, I’m not saying that women aren’t sexually liberated or that they don’t have needs…but at the end of the day, given the choice, I believe we would all rather be with a guy who was genuinely into us, all of us and not just our hot asses...and any woman who says otherwise is lying.
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