Sexonomics

    So why did I stay up waiting for the call that never really came?  Because I have no life of my own?  Because I'm a sex-starved maniac?  No, because I genuinely care about this man and, while I don't want to give him the impression that I'm always at his disposal, if he calls and asks if I'll be around when he gets home from traveling home from a funeral all day (which he really was), then I want him to know I'm there for him and I'll make the effort to see him too.
    Okay, so that's the rational, wholesome, justifiable side.  Here's the crazy one:  I'm afraid that if I told him I was going to bed early he would think that I am not spontaneous enough, that I'm not interested in him enough to make the effort.  He wasn't asking for the moon, he was asking if I'd be awake at 11 o'clock on Sunday night, I think I can swing that for the guy I care about.
    Now, here's the truth: relationships are a lot like supply and demand curves in economics.  I'm not good at math, but screw statistics because I have a B.S. in science and I can order coffee and ask where the bathroom is in four languages, so I'm doing all right.  Anyway, back to the curve.
    So, when the supply of a good is abundant, accordingly, there is less of a demand for that good and a lower price can be paid for it.  If we apply that same rule to sex then, ladies, when we go out of our way to be available and spontaneous, we are increasing the supply of sex, effectively lowering the demand for it and thus it's worth.  By that same rule, when a good is in short supply, demand increases and people have to pay a higher price for said good.  Now, I'm not saying be stingy or cold, and I'm not saying don't get yours, I'm just saying don't be a doormat.  If you didn't plan on staying up until 11PM on Sunday night, don't do it unless you're damn sure that you have real plans.  Don't do it until he says, "Please, I know it's late, I just really want to see you."  If you had other plans, maybe with your girlfriends, don't break them.  Don't be a bitch, just show him that you have a life to and, while he's a wonderful part of it, he isn't the axis of it.  If he's a decent guy who wasn't just looking for a stoopid booty call, then he'll respect you for it.
  

Stoopid

"Stoopid", it's worse than stupid, because you knew it was a dumb, irrational choice, but you made it anyway.
    He called, you were glad.   Happy even.
    He expressed an interest in seeing you.  Happier.
    He said it wouldn't be until later because he was: working/traveling/(insert excuse here)
    You're response?
    Naturally, you expressed a genuine interest in spending time with him as well.  You said, however, that you have to work early in the morning, because it's true.  You told him, that while you miss his company, you're going to have to pass and take a raincheck because you have to get up early and it's the rational thing to do.
    Really...?  That's how it went...?
    No, you drank some coffee, you took a shower, you did your hair, you wore something cute and casual (it is late at night), you put on fresh make-up and then, you waited.  You passed the time by listening to music, making your bed, folding a load of laundry, and then, FINALLY, as promised, the call came.  Actually, it wasn't even a call, it was a text, a shitty little one-liner about how he was tired, calling it a night, passing out.
    You can't get mad, you knew her was traveling/ working/ whatever, and you didn't have concrete plans.  You also know, that you made the effort, he didn't, and you feel like shit.  Why did you make yourself so available?  Why did you invest so much time in this endeavor?  Remember, you cant. get. mad.  Then again, you can't get glad (laid) either, so you poured a glass of wine, lit up, and started this blog.