The booty call

I got a booty call last night.

Now, remember that based on our shared religious convictions, this was limited to making out. Nothing crazy.

About six months ago, he and I had a random, non-committal encounter based off a Facebook conversation. We hooked up again a few months later. I thought I'd offended him that time, for reasons I won't go into, so I wasn't expecting to hear from him again.

He started off coy by asking what I was up to and if I wanted to see a movie. Considering we've never just hung out, I knew what he was going to get at as soon as I saw that I had a text message from him. When I declined, citing a need to study, he quickly jumped to his point.

Now, I know I said that I usually perceive hand-holding as more committal than kissing, but it still should mean something. Obviously, it hasn't always, but I certainly prefer it when it does. We all have needs and frustrations, but in some ways, it's even more frustrating to just kiss someone I don't have feelings for. It's not as satisfying. Additionally, this guy isn't even particularly good at the kissing.

So I didn't go. I am totally okay with that. I really did have to study and non-satisfying kissings didn't sound terribly appealing last night.

Will I kiss someone I don't care for again, ever? Probably. At some point. Maybe it'll even be this guy. I could give him some pointers. His future kissing partners might thank me.