Call, Don’t Text! The Monetization of Finding Heterosexual Companionship

Once upon a time, not so long ago, when I met chicks (ladies, females) at parties I spun in clubs or as a famous Disc Jockey on the radio; sometimes after hours, nobody asked for or mentioned money. Hell no! It was and still should be a taboo!

If I, she or me had the drugs (mostly pot or blow in those days), we both knew what we brought to the table without even mentioning dollars, unless we thought we would need more and then we would go in together often times. There was no innuendo of paying again for the intimate sexual pleasures to come. Are you kidding me??! If she needed a ride home, I’d give it to her or in the next morning, car fare, whatever worked for the friendship!

We fucked and sucked, laughed, partied and laid because we liked each other and wanted to have it again! If money had been the deal, I probably would not still be their friends to this day! All was consensual, w/o strings, and all was in-person to see, touch, feel, smell and taste each-other.

Nobody asked for money just to come over and see me for the first time or to rendezvous a first time at a neutral site to sniff one another! Who raised you to DO that? It would be embarrassing! If it came into that, it was because one player (and it was me a few times) was unemployed and felt embarrassed to broach the subject. In those instances, one or several involved parties would allay the fears of the impoverished friend, make a reimbursement arrangement or just say, “Fuggetabout it, we’re friends! C’mon, lets party!” The only females who asked for bucks up-front for fun were straight-up prostitutes, and we avoided them because of the STDs they carried. We knew what streets and neighborhoods to find one of them if we were throwing a bachelor party for one of out brothers who was “jumping the broom”, though, lol

I am not sure when this happened or how, but it seems as though there is a linguistic disconnect between we single Baby Boomers and those who are three or four decades younger in the simplest of how to write coherence text messages!

Unfortunately, these days in the 2023, with the possibility of internet texting forever without a phone call voice to attach and progress the relationship to, and all of these dating “apps” have given bullshit a new nefarious low license to trick, hide, scam or squash the in-person human touch that means so much. A recent texter wrote me that she “does meet ups”. At first I thought that rather quaint and shy; until she hinted – no – asked for money to pay for her phone plus gas UP-FRONT! My textd replied, “Oh, that makes you sound like a hooker…” “She” (still don’t know what gender I was dealing with in-reality) just kept calling it a “meet up”.

Ohh, you great pretender. What planet were you born and raised upon, that you come and prey upon the emotions of we Earthlings who are looking for love and trying to keep up with the times while doing so? And it blows my volcano cap, that an handsome man like who wrote this post, cannot find a sincere, hot, diverse, friendly female companion within the choosy specifications he desires, to walk up to the sun with, hand-in-hand.

Wow. Its a damned shame and maybe should be legally legislated to change the practice and protect the virtual parties involved, IMO. As the saying goes, “You can put lipstick on a pig, but its still a pig!”

This blog post is posted as a Public Service Announcement (PSA) warning to those not yet hip. If you think you saw me on an “APP”, please do not text me on the number you have been doing so…instead, CALL me, so I can know, via your voice that you are real and we can have a human, sexy, planning our dates, conversation.

Keep In Touch Bcs Time Waits For No One

It can take a few mph off your fastball to find out that those, who you were subliminally thinking or assuming are still along with you on this ride of our similar physical life-journey, have left you without any warning or a note from their wife, mutual friend or significant other or even a clue that they were ill unless one of your hobbies is perusing the obituaries!

I’m not talking about peeps with friends who are blood-related, as in brothers, I mean , in my case, men who have friends culled through the years.. You probably know or have noticed that, in-general, we do not last as long as our female counterparts, due to a variety if factors like they like the telephone more than we do – which are the subject for another post. This is why I now write; to remind you to keep in touch with your buddies, maybe more than you are currently doing. You don’t have to call them and in some cases you many not want to call them, but let them know you are thinking about them and visa-versa. I sometimes send greeting cards around the holidays or if I know their birthday is neigh.

Recently, I have experienced the loss of three friends, singer Irene Cara and two men from within my inner circle, who I felt very close to, and yet we had not broken bread on the phone, texts or in-person in quite some time, only to learn that they are recently deceased…within the past year I’m talking about! I learned of the demise of the guys while writing my Christmas cards and wanting to ascertain that their address was still the same. “Shock!”

Of course my DJ mind always has a musical analogy, even if in only title. So, I implore you to, in the words of the 1982 hit dance music record by Shades Of Love, which comes to mind, “Keep In Touch, (Body To Body)” at all costs. It is a damned sad shame that with the current plethora of communication choices – phone, sms, email, paper letters and cards in the US mails – that people are not keeping touch to the point that one’s friend can die without college mates, classmates, family and neighborhood buddies knowing about it, until l-o-n-g after-the-fact.

What I profess here sounds like what our parents did – and indeed it is one of their best habits from a simpler era. One of the negative aspects of the “information superhighway” is that is has encouraged lazy, lackadaisical traditional communication of the ilk our parents taught us by-example.

As I remember my mom saying late in her years, “We are at the age when we are losing cherished people!” At least she had a circle of friends – church, and professional – always calling each other on the telephone in the 1960s, ‘70s and ‘80s.

The advent of texting and the internet has dumbed-down our collective society to the point that we do not reach-out as our predecessors did – and much to our emotional detriment at the end of the day, when you find out via Facebook, that so-and-so, your homie from around the way growing up, has been dead for a year or more, when you finally get around to thinking of them and the timely jokes they used to tell you around NFL playoff time or whenever…

So its so easy to call, leave a voice-mail, or better still, drop a note in the mail with a stamp, to let your friend know you thought of him while you still share the physical world! Who doesn’t like to receive a letter in their mailbox that isn’t a bill!?

Late last year, during my decluttering campaign, I came across a piece of paper written by a great lady I once knew, in her own handwriting. It wasn’t written to anyone in-particular insomuch as I could tell. It read, “Try to live our lives better healthier and stay in closer touch!”

Pick-hit: This post is dedicated as we used to do on the air, with brotherly love to my late colleague at WKCI (“KC101FM”), New Haven, Connecticut, “Smokin’ Willie B. Goode”, circa 1981 – 1983.

Watch the relevant video music I created, related to this song!

https://www.kapwing.com/videos/63d9a4ef3e76ca006a1b085c