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 Mwangi series Part 1

BOOTY CALLS

A booty call is when you call someone or you get called basically for the booty😁😁😁. This is mostly common within the single people who may or may not have connected with a partner for just sex. Call it friends with benefits or whatever, but you basically don’t want to have a relationship with the person, it’s just the sex.

I met this guy while I was dancing. He had pretty good moves on the floor and although I knew him by name, I had never talked to him. After a few moves, we left the dance floor and sat on a table to make banter which mainly involved me complementing him for his website developing business and his then awesome blog. That is when I asked him if he would be willing to be a friends with benefits. (I shot my shot...)

He said it would actually work well for him since he didn’t believe in love but aaarh fu! Who was he kidding? He loved someone who I soon discovered wasn’t his to keep. He told me that such friendships always went wrong with one person getting too attached but I didn’t want to hear it. I was horny, he turned me on and I knew he wouldn’t have me as a girlfriend; at least not then. That night we didn’t do much but the next day he took me to his room. It was actually pretty long (3 hours of give and take) and I left with a love bite so large I had to dip my lower lip into my mouth to hide it. To me, I had found the perfect match. I used to call him at wee hours of the night asking for a good time and most of the time, he would decline the booty call. He had a roommate so I understood the circumstances and we switched up our ‘meets’ from night time to day time. I also started helping him out with his emotional issues and this is where I found out that for about an year, he had been crushing on my then best friend. Bummer, right?

Now, a normal girl would stop the relationship at this point but I didn’t. I just told my friend about it and she assured me she had no feelings for the guy which, come to think of it, I think was a lie. They used to spend a lot of time together, going for concerts and festivals that I wasn’t even aware of until my friend bragged about it the day after. He even stopped dancing with me as much as he used to and when he did, he made excuses to not hold me on the floor. Sucks! We started offering dance classes at a club and that is when I came to realize that:

 a) I was out of place and

b) I had actually developed feelings for this guy.

He and my friend would sit together on the bus. Of course, my girl would ask me to sit with them to soften the bow but oh well…They would walk together to the club her hand in his intertwined like a lotus flower…and when we were coming back,  they would walk slowly behind us talking in low tones and eventually they got so behind that it was even hard to spot them courtesy of the many corners. They would swear they were not making out but well…

I told my friend I liked the guy and she told me to tell him about it. Well, that was actually after she persuaded me to stop the bootie calling shenanigans and just leave him if he didn’t have anything more to offer; we both know he had none. I cried buckets that night I remember! The next morning I took a long shower and cleared out step by step what I was going to do. I walked to his room and I just told him pointblank. “I think I have developed feelings for you “. He was quick to decide that we should stop our little escapades since he had none for me and I agreed. It hurt like an arrow to my spine but it was the best decision. That is when I actually sat down and asked myself for the first time… What did my friend have that I did not?