#NerdsUnite: The Booty Call
<editorsnote> Nerds, meet my buddy Kevin. He is on a mission to execute 50 dates in 50 states while documenting all of his adventures on dropnpop.com. Pretty cool, huh? Here are some of his latest and greatest thoughts on life and love through his nerdy little eyes. I only have one more thing left to say … HIT IT KEVIN!! </editorsnote>
#TalkNerdyToMeLover’s @dropnpop1
I was having an interesting conversation the other day with a friend about the good old booty call and it occurred to me that I have not placed or received one these calls in quite some time. I don’t know if that makes me sad or more mature? However, at some point in our lives we probably have all made this desperate plea for some late night lovin’.
So who is responsible for the first ever booty call? Well, here at DNP (Drop ‘N Pop) and our team of savvy historical researchers (Ok it’s just me really) have that answer for you. It’s none other than Juliet Capulet. Yes, the first ever booty call was made by a Shakespeare character. She planted herself on the balcony calling out “Romeo, Romeo wherefore art thou Romeo? Art thou extremely horny?” Soon enough they became star-crossed lovers and eventually perish due to their inability to control their raging teenage hormones. This is when we also first realize that a booty call does not always end well. Ok, so maybe you don’t die from a booty call in today’s world, but you do have to endure the “The Walk Of Shame”. I will save that topic for another day.
So over the next few centuries this art form evolved tremendously all the way up to 1930’s. This is when you biked your ass over to your hookup’s house, threw a couple of pennies or pebbles at Peggy Sue’s window in hopes that she’d wake up and you wouldn’t hear the sound of shattering glass. She would peak her head out, give you the ok and soon you would be scaling an oak tree, risking your life from a potential free fall just for some strange.
Things have changed since then. With modern day technology you no longer have to go out on a limb (pun intended) to score after a night-long bender. Simply send an encrypted text message at 2:00 a.m. that reads, “Hey, what’s up?”. If all goes well she will give you the ok to stop by in the form of a response that resembles this, “nothing, just chillin”. See these poetic words and you’re in! Alright I’m probably exaggerating a little, but I don’t think I’m too far off.
So let me explain to you how a booty call goes for someone in their 30’s. Ummm not well, which is probably why I never attempt them anymore and are reserved more for the younger generation. See, what happens as you get older, women value sleep more. If you are calling during the wee hours of the morning you most likely won’t be greeted with a “Hey, Kevin. How are you?” It will be more like “Why the fuck are you calling me this late, dipshit?!?!” As a tip, if you get this response just say “I butt dialed you, sorry!” Which really isn’t a lie because in actuality you WERE trying to score some “ass”. Yb!!
