Picture this…

You text a new F buddy on your roster.
You get a text organizing an ass smashin’ event later on that night.
You both agree to a time and a place.
You wait and wait … and wait.
No text or call.

No penis for you and some dick shrinking voodoo roots sent to him.

Don’t you hate that?
This can go to tops and bottoms (hell all the orientations can relate).

I mean,
you are horny and waiting for the dick from this particular dude.
They done e-mailed you pictures of the dick/body/both and you are ready to feel it inside you.
He is gasing you up on how good the dick is going to be.
You are falling for every line because at this point you are bursting at the seams.

But,
this ignorant muthafucka doesn’t come thru to do what he is supposed to do.
He violates every rule in “Booty Call” rule books…

No text or no call.

No “sorry I can’t fuck you right now … something came up.”
even a “damn I fell asleep putting on my clothes to come over.”

Silence.

Where is the Booty Call etiquette gone?
WTF is that about?

So you are left wondering….

Do I text him?
Do I call?
Do I send a carrier pigeon?

You do not want to look desperate.
You do not want to look like he is the only dick in your little black book.
Secretly,
he is the only dick you are interested in at that point in time.
So,
you want to send him a message asking, “wtf is up?”
But your pride is kinda high because you can’t invest that much time in a “fuck“.

People are busy.
Shit happens.
But,
when you are suppose to come and spend (hopefully) 45 minutes of straight dick slanging,
OH you organize that into your busy lil schedule.

So now that you have purposely erased him from your sex list…

He hits you up randomly with this:

“When can I come pipe you down?”

Do you respond?
Do you not respond?

By this time,
I would be thinking this negro has some short term memory defect as I am looking at my phone screen.

A side of you wants to curse him out for making you resort to fucking the “only in case of no dick emergency” person.
But that side of you…
You know the side I am speaking about….

That side of you that says “let by gones be by gones” and tell him your shit is still his for 45 minutes.

I guess it is all in the risk of things.

Desicions…decisions…