#RelationshipGoals: I Don’t Want To Be Your Booty Call

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Continued from #RelationshipGoals: I’m Sick Of The Stalled Situationships I Find Myself In

“Of course I wanted to see you, but not at 3 am,” I finally replied to Aaron’s text late that afternoon.

A few minutes later, Aaron was calling.

“I’m still in Brooklyn. What are you doing?” Aaron asked.

I wanted to be busy, but it was a Sunday afternoon and I was lazily hanging around my apartment, stalling because I didn’t want to clean. “Cleaning,” I lied.

“Want some help?” Aaron asked.

“Yeah right!” I laughed.

“I’m coming.” Twenty minutes later, Aaron was knocking on my door.

He walked in with his arms wide open, expecting a hug. My arms were folded.

“No love, D?” His juicy lips parted and revealed his pearly whites.

“None, sir. That 3 am call had me all kinds of effed up,” I tried not to smile at him still standing there with his arms open for a hug.

“I know. I know. That’s why I wanted to come over…to apologize,” Aaron stepped close to me. “No hug?”

My arms stayed folded, “No apology?”

“I’m sorry,” Aaron said stepping closer to me with his open arms.

“For what?” I asked, but mostly demanded him to admit he was wrong for calling me at 3 am like a booty call.

“Calling you at 3 am,” he said, however begrudgingly.

“Don’t let that happen again,” I smiled, walking into his open arms.

“You know I want more than that from you Danielle,” Aaron said squeezing me.

The hug turned into a kiss. And before I knew what was happening, I was laying on my back on my bed.

Let’s not pretend we don’t know what happened next. Adult things. But it was during those adult moments that Aaron looked me directly in my eyes and said, “You don’t know how much in love with you I am right now.”

I may make some foolish mistakes when it comes to dating, however I know that sometimes, men can say some pretty interesting things when all the blood in their body rushes to one very specific place. I smiled at the sentiment and continued to moan in pleasure. I knew he didn’t mean it.

Afterwards, we lay there, tangled in each other, both smiling ear to ear. I wanted him to break the silence and he did.

“I like this. And I like you,” Aaron smiled at me.

I kissed him, hesitated and then went with the feeling, “I like you too.”

Round two.

I smiled at the possibility of meeting a guy with whom I shared chemistry and was sexually compatible, plus actually wanted date me. Yes please! I was way too tired of the situationships. This ship might be going in a different direction. But I knew not to count my chickens before they hatch, not to put my eggs in one basket and all the other farm-fresh cliches. But I couldn’t help myself. Between his charm and all the feels he gave me, I was hooked.

“You hungry?” I asked Aaron between his snores.

“Yeah. You cooking?”

“Let me see what I have,” I left him knocked out cold in my bed, proud of myself for putting him there.

I felt like Loretta Devine’s character Gloria in “Waiting To Exhale” when she whipped up a full family Thanksgiving dinner and offered it to her new handsome neighbor. I was leaving town that week so I hadn’t shopped for groceries, but I was able to pull together an eclectic breakfast of grits with oxtail gravy, sauteed mushroom and onions, scrambled eggs, sausage and I had enough good grapes left to fill a small bowl.

I laughed at the feast on my kitchen table, “You’re trying too hard, Danielle.” I was still proud of myself for the small feast and I wanted to show Aaron that I could treat him like a king. Every man deserves that if we’re determined to be queens.

I woke Aaron up and ushered him to the table. He sat down, got back up, kissed me and chowed down on his very full plate.

“So this was all just laying around, huh?” Aaron said between chomps.

“I cook a lot, so I always have a bunch of random things. How is everything?” I watched him eat.

Aaron leaned in and kissed me. “You’re dope.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty dope yourself,” I was smiling ear to ear.

“Say baby, can I be your slave?” Aaron said quoting my favorite movie of all time, “Love Jones.” “I must admit girl, you’re the shit girl and I’m digging you like a grave,” Aaron laughed. I laughed.

“What are you doing for the rest of your day?” Aaron asked me.

“I need to get to the beauty supply store today and finish my cleaning. That’s about it.”

“I’ll take you to the beauty store,” Aaron volunteered.

Smiling, I said, “Ok, what kind of magical unicorn are you?”

Aaron laughed, “I know you have things to do, but I wanted to still spend time with you.”

Aaron took me to the beauty supply store, the grocery store, the laundromat and back home again. After we ran errands together, we reluctantly parted ways.

The next day, I text Aaron, “Miss you already!”

Radio silence. Aaron finally text me back a few days later like nothing happened, “Hey punk!”

“Hey Aaron, where you been?” I asked in the text, hoping to be interpreted as casual.

And that’s exactly what happened for the next couple of weeks–casual texting.

Any time I mentioned him coming from New Jersey to Brooklyn (even though he has a car), Aaron would always come up with some reason why he just couldn’t make that happen.

One evening Aaron text me that he would be coming to Brooklyn for his cousin’s birthday.

“I get off at 11,” he said.

“PM?”

“Yeah and then I’m coming to Brooklyn for my cousin and then I can come by you,” Aaron suggested.

I didn’t respond. That timeline didn’t get him to my house until at least 3am at the earliest.

That night I went out with my home girl and danced until the wee hours of the morning. I got home and crawled into bed and the next morning, I woke up, checked my phone and saw that I had missed a call and text from Aaron.

“You want come over?” His texts read like he was slurring. He was definitely drunk. The text was sent at 4:27 am. He was clearly drunk and looking for some booty.

I replied to his text, “Oh! I missed you, as I was asleep during booty call hours.”

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