Being Good In And Out of Bed

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In the very early morning darkness of my run, I found a billfold full of cash and credit cards in the middle of the empty street. Being a Good Samaritan, I ran to a local hotel with this person’s life in my sweaty hands. Once there, I unnervingly sifted through the wallet for a phone number. Luckily, I found a business card that matched his driver’s license, so I called and left my name, number and directions to where his cash and vital life information now sat. Later that night I called the hotel to be sure it had been picked up. It had… Interestingly, I received no “hey, thanks, glad you didn’t take my money and steal my identity.” Not that I did it for a “thank you,” but I did go out of my way at 6:30 a.m. to keep this man’s life from possibly turning into a credit and identity nightmare. 

What does this found wallet story have to do with a Booty Call? A lot. I think it’s about having respect – about not being numb on multiple levels in our life behaviors. In my opinion, it’s important to not confuse a Booty Call with “Friends with Benefits.” I have had in the past my own Friends with Benefits and it involves just that – being friends. You may go to the movies, have dinner or drinks and then end up having sex. You may also even, with no strings attached, wake up next to the person in the spooning position and it’s all completely cool.  Friends With Benefits Won’t Ever Benefit You

 

A Booty Call, however, usually does not involve any thing other than simple wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sex and interestingly, many of the older people (over 50) I have talked with needed me to explain what the “BC” means, my mom included. So this being said, I did a bit of street investigation and asked both men and women in their 20’s and 30’s for their thoughts on the Booty Call phenom. Remarkably, most said they have or have friends who engage in BC’s on a regular base.  

Recently I received a Booty Call from a guy around 25, who I have never even kissed or gone out with. Anyway, he called me at 2:41 a.m. and when I listened to his message, he was so drunk I could barely understand him. Was this a Drunk Dial or Booty Call? His drunken message did make me think of the found wallet and the concept of a somewhat numb behavior. He was so smashed and slurring his words so heavily that I could barely understand what he was saying and while I am okay with Friends with Benefits, the drunk BC concept just does not turn me on and feels, well, numb and you know what?  I just hope that he wasn’t driving.

What are your thoughts on Booty Call vs. Friends with Benefits?

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