Booty Call: Getting down with the upside of it.

Booty Call. Those 2 words can either make someone cringe with anger over an unfulfilled game of love, or smile with memories of the spontaneity and uninhibited fun they once had.

If you don’t know what a booty call is, (and it scares me to think that someone may not)than you never dared to allow your body to be swept away in a late night rendezvous and know you’re not going to be sent a dozen roses in the morning. You are either wild and free or too uptight for “that sort of thing.” Perhaps you valued yourself too much than to be “just a booty call.” It’s not about that though. It’s about thinking outside the box, letting yourself go, lavishing in naughty actions and smearing lipstick all over some guys sheets and leaving without making the bed or having to worry about how he likes his coffee in the morning. You do the deed and get the hell out before the sun shines.
I prefer to see it as respecting yourself enough to know that a good night of sex doesn’t have to wipe away self esteem and leave you moping home in a walk of shame and guilt. Ahem-- no no no. You can walk with your head held high and your brain still intact knowing that a night of good sex can leave you feeling euphoric and uplifted and in control. You got what you came for and you don’t have to take any drama back home with you because you know the difference between leaping for lust and falling into everlasting love. You know that tangled bodies and sweaty lips are ONE thing and romance and fairy tales are ANOTHER thing. This is why it’s called a booty call, it’s about getting some “ass.” And that’s it.

The Urban Dictionary’s first 3 definitions of “Booty call” are:

*A phone call that can only be made after 1 AM.

*noun: a person with whom one has sex at random times outside of a relation ship. 2. verb: the act of calling said person. 3. noun: the term used to refer to said phone call

*A call to a girl asking for sex. She comes over and u fuck. That's it. A call for Sex.

The third one cracks me up because it insinuates that only males actually place the call. Hello?! Women have needs too people... Or is that considered “drunk dialing?” Either way, booty calls usually occur while under the influence and if you’re left going home alone after a night out with the “guys” or “girls.”. Eh, may as well resort to the old booty call. When it comes to booty calls, I am a fan. I think if both people have an understanding of where this sexual relationship is going, than no harm can be done. Invest your heart and soul? Expect disappointment to seep in. It’s about SEX and that’s IT.
Have them while you can and enjoy them while you can, love will come when you’re not looking, but booty calls are in the palm of your hand honey. Remember this: The only thing worse than being a booty call is to have never made anyone’s list....

Good things come to those who wait...or do they?

"Good things may come to those who wait, but only those left over by the people who hustled." I heard this quote a long time ago. I agreed with it then and I agree with it now.

Whenever I hear the quote “Good things come to those who wait” I picture a bunch of people lined up on folding chairs with their backs against a plain white wall, twiddling their thumbs and gently rolling their eyes trying to be patient while they expect good things to fall onto their laps like the rain. Seems ridiculous, but to me it sounds ridiculous. Patience can only go so far and it gets twisted up with procrastination and laziness at times. I understand that some things may have the potential to turn out fine if they don't get disrupted by moving too fast or trying to find a quick solution to something rather than thinking it through, but to me it still doesn’t signify the word “wait.” I also understand letting things fall into place knowing that it’s okay to believe that some things will happen if they’ll happen and it’s out of our hands. All good things do not come to those who wait- it’s a 50/50 gamble or maybe a 10/90 gamble depending in the situation. So here’s what makes sense to me in regards to “good things coming”:



Good things come to those who expect the worst, hope for the best, and adjust to the unpredictable.

Good things come to those who know how to get what they want without compromising their integrity and morals, or losing their self confidence.

Good things come to those who can stand their ground even when the soil loosens, bumps arise, and they feel like someone just dug them into a hole.

Good things come to those who understand that everything in life is temporary and the things you deem important today may not be so pertinent tomorrow.

Good things come to those who can state their opinion as well as respect another person’s point of view (without getting defensive)

Good things come to those who treat others how they want to be treated. Get along with people! We’re all trying to get through this thing called life.

Good things come to those who know how to give without expecting anything in return.

Good things come to those who believe in the power of positive thinking.

Good things come to those who believe that good things will come. They believe they deserve good things and are worthy of goodness.

Good things come to those who have the good sense to know that they have the control to create the good things they want.

All else fails? Grin and wear it!

Here’s my new little technique I use when I’m feeling as though someone is trying to pull me out of my “happy place” and into the pit of negativity with their crabby moods and cruel intentions. It’s quite simple actually and keeps me giggling all day. When someone makes a rude comment or wears a frown and their lower lip protrudes out so far that you have to hold your hands back from trying to flick it back into place, you need to get back on track. As much as I’d like to tell people to grow up, be nice, and quit acting like a 3 yr. old, I can’t do that. I need to stay in my happy zone thank you very much. So I don’t look at them. I look at a mirror instead.

When assholes strike, drama starts, or people get all bitchy I simply remove myself and head to the ladies room. I look in the mirror at myself and twist my face into the biggest grin I can muster up. I’m talking ridiculous bozo-the-clown type of glee. I pop my eyes open as big as they can go and bulge them up with enthusiasm and hilarity. Ear to ear, as wide as my teeth can smile and as high up as my brows will go, I perk my face into this cartoonish type of silly happiness. I look like a damn fool. A lunatic. A person that’s two breaths away from the loony bin. But you know what? It’s fucking hilarious. A person simply cannot, in all their power, not laugh their ass off if they do this. Fake it til ya make it. Laughter is the cure to anything, I swear. I laugh so hard that every piece of negative energy that tried to seep into my mind is exuded out through bellows of laughter and I feel refreshed. Energized. New. Of course, my fellow co-workers using the restroom for it’s sole purpose are hiding in the stalls afraid to come out because they think a crazy hyena is on the loose.... Anyway, that’s not the point. When I walk out I feel like a brand new shiny being again. Void of all evil and ready to skip to my happy beat again. And anytime something bothers me during the day, I simply picture my ridiculous shit ass grin in that mirror and I’m good to go again. My soul is warmed with laughter and I’m reminded at just how insignificant mood swings can be. I grin and I wear it in my mind because that silly image of my ballooned up happy face can be remembered all day long. Try it! Consider it free therapy.