Recently, I was actually on the receiving end of a booty call, I finally felt what it was like to be on the other side. It was late one night and I wasn’t doing anything but slugging some brewskis on my couch as I watched the game. Just as time was winding down in the game and I was falling asleep on the couch, a friend of mine texted me, waking me from my day dream, asking me to hangout with her that night.

Instantly I woke up from my daze I was in and got myself ready to see her. I was all for seeing her, I didn’t care how late it was, I haven’t seen her in awhile and was dying to see her again. Last time I saw her she came to my place to sleepover with a duffle bag containing everything she needed to get ready for work the next day. She even got up earlier than I did that next morning to get ready for work, kissed me good morning and goodbye all before I made it out of bed. I was dying to spend another night with her.

Since that last time we hungout I’ve always wanted more. Turns out that night was the night the stars aligned and I couldn’t pass it up, hence why I got ready so quickly to see her and man, what a night we shared together. As soon as I got there our lips found each others and her electricity raced through my veins sticking up every hair on my body causing my hands to spring to her neck holding her lips still on mine. We wasted no time finding her bed and got lost in the sheets just as we have done before.

While we were laying there, with our legs intertwined, we were speechless, both of us were unable to put any words together. We spent five minutes in silence laying next to each other naked with her head laying on my arm while I was staring at the ceiling. She was the first to break the silence and said to me in a soft raspy voice, “I’m not kicking you out like that, but like you have to go. I’m sorry” I didn’t know what to say, I was completely taken back by her honesty and for the second time that night I was speechless.

After the last night we shared the last thing I thought she was going to do was kick me out as soon as we finished. But here I was making a mess of her bed, worse than before, looking for my underwear and my socks so I could get on my way. It was the first time I felt and actually comprehend the feeling of being someone’s booty call. I mean I get it, I’ve been on the other side far too many times back in the day and I guess now I know how it actually feels to be on the receiving end.

I didn’t argue, I didn’t break anything or make a scene, instead I got dressed with a smile on my face, kissing her a few more times before I actually had to leave. I was completely aware of the situation. I’ve now been there, on both sides of this phone call, and in no way was offended by her kicking me out, it’d kind of be hypocritical of me. Instead I left her place smiling like a kid that had just lost his virginity. I just only hope that that wasn’t the last time I’ll see her again, even if it was only for a few hours, I still don’t think we shared enough time together.

It sucked being kicked out like that but I’m glad it happened. At least now I know what this feels like. If I wasn’t such a douche myself I probably would have been broken by that, but back in the day I was so much of an asshole, it’s only right I got to feel this feeling eventually. I don’t believe in much, but one thing I do believe in is Karma. This was just a prime example of how it catches up to me.