June 7, 2007 – 8:05 am Posted Under: friendship, life, men, naked, women
by guest blogger Ms. Jayy
In one of my recent posts, I made mention of being in a bit of a mood that was lifted in part by…a “booty call” and I left folks hanging so, I thought I’d set the record straight. I love wordplay, to put a little twist on things. This case is no different. I have the most amazing friends in the world, including some folk that I can call anytime, day or night, when I need an ear, a verbal thump upside the head, etc. Someone that I can call late in the midnight hour and say, “Ok, I know I’m probably being silly about this but…”
One of those people is my friend whom we shall call “Voice”. I dubbed my late night chat sessions with him as a “booty call”. Why? Cause generally they involve me calling and saying, “OK, I’ve gotten my a** in deep and I don’t know how to get out.” See? A**. Booty. Call. Telephone. Um…antywho….
Ok, let me explain. See. What had happened was…“It was a dark and stormy night…” Seriously, it was about 1:30am when I let my fingers do the walking.
Voice: “Hey You. Hmmm. 1:30am. Is this a booty call?”
Me: “You could say that…”
Voice: “Interesting. “A” booty call…or “our” booty call?”
Me: “Our”
Voice: “Dayum. A’ight. What’s what?”
Me: “blah blah blah” *sniffle* ‘blahdity blahdity blah” *SIGH*
Voice: “Hmmm…Ok….Breathe….Did you…do you…think about…” à checks me in a nice way – this time
There are similarities between what most folks know as “booty calls” and these calls with my friends:
1. Generally they occur late at night, undercover of dark (physically dark and emotionally)
2. When the phone rings (or in this day and age, the text message is received) and you check caller ID, you know what’s up
3. Because you know what’s up, you don’t have to deal with all the formalities, all the niceties - “How was your day?”, “How’s your fam?”, “Is it raining there?” No you can just…um…get down to it.
4. Some level of nudity is required – the more, the better (think EMOTIONAL nudity people. Sheesh!)
5. Both parties know the rules of engagement:
a. Hit it…and…quit it.
b. No strings attached.
c. Bring the intensity
d. Go hard. Go deep.
e. Keep your feelings out of it.
f. Don’t try to make it out to be more than what it is
g. Sometimes it’s just your turn to deal with the wet spot (tears people, TEARS)
So, there I was, on the initiating end of “a booty call” cause I was wrestling with some things and getting my butt whipped. After a rather intense session, all the kinks had been worked out, the pressure had been released and I was ready to face the world again. End of the call? Went a little something like this:
Voice: “You straight?”
Me: “Mmm…yes.”
Voice: “Um, J…?”
Me: “Hmm?”
Voice: “You sure this can’t be ‘A’ booty call?” *Laughing*
Me: “You stupid. No, it’s not that kinda party. Besides, you are what, 1500 states away?” *laughing, feeling so VERY sure of myself*
Voice: “J – you called my cell Baby Girl. I’m about an hour away.”
That’s when I fainted.
That’s also where the story ends. For YOU. *wink*
Live DELICIOUSLY!
J
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