I’d say I wake up about 3 to 5 nights a week to a 3am text that reads something along the lines of “Hey ma. What’s good?” I’m not sure if this is something that occurs organically to most single twenty-somethings, or if I just have “booty call” written across my tits, but it’s starting to make me reassess my carnal entanglements. I’ll admit, I may, from time to time, fuck with some pretty morally questionable men, but I wonder: Am I the one to blame for my constant rude awakenings?

I’m not put off by the notion that a guy just wants to beat, for the most part, that’s all I want. It just seems as though the effort brought forth in attaining such a conquest leaves something to be desired. The older we get, the more defined our wants seem to get, and at the same time our patience in trying to get them dwindles. Is romance dead past 1am? I’m all for an H-Town moment, but shoot. At the very least, start texting me at 10. A girl needs to feel like you’re putting in some work.

I’ve recently decided to momentarily stop answering calls for random late night hook ups in hopes of maybe feeling like I have some control over my sex life AND in hopes that it will push me to get out there and meet some new people. I’ve gotten too comfortable with this constant flood of recycled men and I’m taking a stand dammit! What once was flattering has quickly sullied to insulting, I just hope I still feel this strongly about it if and when they stop calling.

I guess I realize that I am 100% to blame for the late night phone vibrations. I can’t pass the buck on my laissez faire sexual prowess. So gentlemen how about this, I’ll do my part and try to be a bit more selective about who I’m giving skins to and please, please don’t be calling my phone at 3am talkin’ all that “baby, baby, baby…” nonsense. I’ll be much more inclined to hit it when I’m awake.

- California Casual