The First Booty Call: Telegram from the 'Power.'

Let me make this reeeeeal easy for you (potential future lay)... my booty calls have to be like a warm chocolate souffle, if it's not warm - I'm not eating it. Scenario: I don't really know dude. I mean, we hung out SOMETIMES, but I don't know him like that. I do know that he wants my bawdy though. Baaad. (Lesson 1: Whoever cares less in a relationship is in more control, and if you think a booty call is not a relationship, you're sadly mistaken. Anyone you talk to in ANY manner other than professional is in a relationship with you.) Okay, so dude wants my bawdy. I couldn't care less. That fact automatically gives me the upper hand, the 'power', I'll never want to call him, see him, fuck him unless the thought of these actions one day unusually amuse me to the point of actually doing them (usually under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, after the first time, if it's mediocre - read on. If it blows my mind-- then I'll automatically drop from 'powerful' one to 'thirsty' one). Anyone that has the lower hand in these situations (i.e 'dude') needs to put in a little more work. The only time my pussy is on the drive-thru menu (meaning: you can literally call me at midnight, say you're coming over, and leave post-shag) is when I'm the one with the lower hand, when I'm the 'thirsty' one. I want you more than you want me. If on the other hand, you are in the unfortunate position of being the thirsty one, like 'dude' right here, be prepared to butter me up. If you call me drive-thru style - you will get shut down. But if you come early... movies/drinks... that goose gets me loose. I'll be thinking to myself, "Now why was I trippin'? I should have a couple more drinks and stop discriminating"... and give it to you. Don't feel bad, I mean... I gave you my number, right?