The Booty Call

To give this a little perspective, I'm writing this just after I returned from a friend's birthday/graduation party tonight. And, as is custom in such parties, many had been drinking, some more than others. For some odd reason, the combination of alcohol and late nights always lead to one thing: booty calls.

Now, I'm going to extend this definition perhaps more than you are accustomed. Towards the end of said party, everyone had their own booty calls to make. My coupled friends whose boyfriends were there felt unappreciated because their boyfriends weren't paying them enough attention, and wanted to remedy the situation. Those whose significant others weren't present tended to want to call such people (drunk dial, if you will). And those of us who were single began to weigh our dating options, and seek attention either via phone or in person from other party attendees.

Although none of the above descriptions necessarily entail any physical sexual encounters, they all seem to have a common thread: we seek the attention and affection of others, both physical and otherwise. Whenever we are willing to let down our guards (either by alcohol, tiredness, or just complete comfort) and be emotionally vulnerable, we begin to see just how much we crave human interaction. More specifically, we want to love and be loved. As much as any of us claim to the contrary, this is what really matters to us all. That's a scary notion that most of us hide with our day to day stubbornly independent masks we wear. Yet if it's human nature, why are we ashamed of it? In other words, what are we hiding from?