Are Booty Calls Still a Thing?
"Hi, want to make out?"
Not to overshare (who am I kidding, of course I am), but how do you write about modern dating without getting a little personal? So here it goes: I recently reconnected with an old booty call. Shame, shame, I know your name. But let’s be honest—sometimes, a girl’s gotta eat. And yes, he may want me for my body, but let’s not pretend I texted him at midnight to discuss world peace.
The funny thing is, I always thought I was too much of a romantic to have this kind of arrangement. The kind of woman who believes in grand gestures, soulmates, and love that transcends time zones. Yet, when he left to sleep at his own place after, I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t staring at my phone, waiting for a follow-up text that might never come. I just… enjoyed it. No emotional labor, no expectations, no dissecting every interaction. And to my surprise, it felt liberating.
Which got me thinking: Do casual hookups still hold value today? Or have we blurred the lines so much that they no longer exist without emotional entanglements? Can we, in 2025, still have a traditional, no-strings-attached encounter, or has everything turned into a prelude to a situationship?
But here’s the thing—what are the rules? Do they exist? Do we pretend to be strangers by day and lovers by night? Do they stay to sleep, or is that strictly off-limits? Are we cuddling, or is that the gateway drug to feelings? If he spends the night, does that mean something? If he leaves too quickly, should I be offended? And what about the morning-after etiquette—do I offer coffee, or is that dangerously close to relationship behavior?
Somehow, even the most casual relationships require a rulebook no one seems to have read. If a hookup starts lingering, does that mean it's turning into something else? Is the second you share a meal together the moment it officially graduates from a fling to a situationship? If I text first next time, do I lose my power? The entire experience is a game that no one fully understands but everyone insists on playing.
And here’s the bigger question: Does choosing this kind of arrangement mean I’ve given up on romance? Absolutely not. I still dream about love like the hopeless romantic I am. I still believe in passion, in grand gestures, in meet-cutes that change everything. But I also believe in convenience, and let’s be honest—there’s something undeniably practical about a relationship with zero complications.
Of course, society still loves to make us feel guilty for these choices. Casual sex is still seen as a moral failing when a woman does it, while men get to play the carefree bachelor without consequence. If you’re a woman who enjoys a physical connection without an emotional one, you must be damaged, cold, or using sex to fill a void. But what if it’s just… easy? What if, instead of filling a void, we’re just making space for what works in the moment? And what if that’s okay?
Maybe the real question isn’t whether booty calls are still a thing—it’s whether we, as women, are allowed to have them without guilt. Are casual hookups truly empowering, or are they just a convenient distraction from the deeper intimacy we really crave? And if they are just distractions… does that make them any less enjoyable?
I don’t have the answers, but I do have more questions. So tell me, are booty calls still a thing? And more importantly, do they still work?
With love,
Victoria (your fake Carrie Bradshaw)
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