She liked the looks of me and my willy

I sat on the floor of an only nominally moved into apartment (belonging to a friend) and thought about booty calls.

Besides myself, in the apartment there was four boys. One of them asked me about a male companion that he had seen me with on a previous encounter, late at night in the lobby of my apartment building.
Funny story actually, the male companion was my ex.

Naturally, the question of whether or not it was a booty call arose. Well... it's complicated. But let me assure you, it was not a booty call.
Somewhat boredly fucking with the boy, I explained that booty calls by definition occur only after 1:30 a.m. This raised the question of what other criteria separate booty calls from just plain old meaningless sex.

Well you see, it's kind of like porn. You have bad 80's hypno porn, Swedish porn, anime porn, you have pizza sluts and porn starring women who look like people you know.
Similarly you have ex-sex booty calls, sure thing booty calls, village bicycle booty calls, just plain desperately horny booty call.

Somehow (and I'm sure there is a connection) reflecting on this conversation got me thinking about guys in general. From there I began thinking about the five million and counting little things that a guy can do to drive me crazy.

About 2.5 million crazy in a good way, the other 2.5 million crazy in a bad way.

Then I thought about one of my roommates commenting today on how my previous blog entry told her more about the whole affair then her months of badgering the parties involved.
So in the confessional nature of my recent writings, I would like to discuss with you, my beloved readers, a very select few of the 5 million things.

There are sweaters which reach to mid-thigh and bunch at my wrists.
Olfactory pleasures and the tips of noses brushing against each other.
Elbows which are offered, especially unexpectedly.
Size 16 shoes and fedoras.
Easily made bruises.
Warm breath on the back of my neck.
Flippancy and glibness.
Flexibility in the use of the word "fuck"
Driving with one hand on the wheel and the other one shifting gears.
The questions "what's wrong?" and "why are you so quiet?"
Imperviousness to colds.
Coughing fits and orgasms muffled by a body.

So here's to the little things in life.