Premature Booty Call

So last night I was lying in bed, reading.  I’m not ashamed to say I was home reading on a Saturday night.  Sometimes I need a break from dating, especially when I’ve been doing a lot of it lately and it doesn’t seem to be getting me anywhere.  Anyway, I was home reading when my phone makes the funny little pling noise it makes when I have a new text.

It was necking guy.  He was texting me to invite me over to his place for a late movie/dvd.  He’d originally told me he was unavailable all weekend, that he would be with his kids (relatively recent divorce, still working out the kinks of the custody schedule I guess.  We haven’t had a detailed conversation about it. I just know when scheduling comes up he says things like, ‘I think I’m going to be with my kids” instead of, “that’s my night”.) It was 10:30.   He was texting me at 10:30 p.m, asking me to come over to his place.

If that wasn’t a booty call (booty text?, is that what the world has come to?) I don’t know what to call it.

I was torn.  Seriously. It’s been weeks since I’ve gotten laid (OK, I’m not counting, but I think I’m into months territory.  I don’t want to think about it that much.).  It would be good just to get some.  But setting that aside, what the fuck?  Just a few days ago we’re necking in the park like junior high school kids.  We haven’t gotten naked yet. Now he’s texting me at 10:30, asking me up to his place to watch a movie?  No way.  The booty call is a right reserved for someone you’re in a relationship with.

Otherwise it’s just trashy.  And sad.  I’m a lot of things, but I’m not trashy and sad.  So I ignored the text.  This morning I replied saying I hadn’t seen it, wasn’t near my phone last night, and that we should MAKE PLANS to get together soon.  He replied with DEFINITELY.

I’m pretty sure that was the right thing to do.