The Art of the Booty Call

I am so done with Yoga Boy. After telling him on our last date that I wasn't ready for a physical relationship, he seems to have not heard me at all. Today I received the most ridiculous text message from him. It went something like this:

"Hey Diva! I just had a great idea. Nobody will be at my house between 4:15 and 6:45. And I am working from home today. If you come over, we can have some fun."

Sure, Yoga Boy and I have done our fair share of making out, but I've kept it quite PG and never given him any indication that he was invited over to my place. I guess he has become frustrated with that and took matters into his own hands. Thus giving me the 4:15-6:45 block at his place. How does one girl get SO LUCKY?!?!?!

Besides, if you are going to booty call someone, shouldn't you have already had sex with them at least once before? I'm not saying I am all high and mighty. The last time I was in a sexual relationship with a guy, we definitely booty called each other once or twice. However, I think I did it with a little more finesse. For instance, I once asked Harsh to come over and help me pack up boxes as I was moving a few weeks from then. Of course, I had no intention of letting him organize my stuff and go through my storage space. Besides, I leave stuff like that till the last minute. I had him pack up a couple of boxes of books (while I watched...it's fun watching guys do stuff like that...girls you know what I'm talking about. You know? When a guy is handling your books? Rarrrr). Anyway, soon we were involved in other activities and the packing lay forgotten.

We both knew what the point of that day was, but at least I had some sort of excuse rather than just "want to come over to my house for a couple of hours and shag?"

Yoga Boy has a lot to learn in terms of the Art of the Booty Call.