Casual dating is not the same as a booty call.
I am a card-carrying member of the “U up?” club: the kind of person who likes to send text messages at all unholy hours summoning men to my chambers for all the joys of carnal knowledge without having to do annoying things like put on pants or venture outside. But a booty call must be for the purpose of sex and sex only. There can be uproarious laughter and merrymaking, but it needs to be devoid of any sort of romantic dimension. I was recently made aware of some sort of deranged lunatic who invited his booty call over to sit by a fire late at night and only then proceed to bang. Like, was there a bearskin rug, too? A rose between his teeth? Honestly, I hope she went if only to push him into the fire for cavalierly mixing cheeseball romantic moves with the pure and unadulterated joy of uncommitted time in each other’s bone zones.
Casual dating is not just casual fucking. It can turn into that, sure, but you can’t just bait and switch. So when you’re casually dating someone, don’t treat her like a booty call that just happens to come over during the day and go out with you sometimes. If you invite her over and she isn’t clearly immediately there to get her fuck on, you better be damn ready to sit through at least one installment of The Fast and the Furious franchise before trying to bang her. You can touch her butt when Vin and Michelle are getting all handsy on those Honda Civics to see if she wants to skip the show for indulging in night ways, but if she wants to finish the whole movie, cool your jets!