MOHO and me

so i recently coined a new term to describe a category of men: the MOHO. this stands for “making out, hanging out”.

MOHOs don’t take you out on dates. there are no outings, no dinners, no meeting for cocktails, and no checking out the latest movie. there is only making out and hanging out. the guy achieves MOHO status by calling late in the evening to see if you’re free to “hang out”, then if meeting up actually occurs, he does everything in his power to get you naked without being too pushy.

yes, i know what you’re thinking: “denise, a MOHO is just another way of saying ‘bootie call’.” oh, details, details!

of course i don’t have to buy into this lazy MOHO's bullshit. but i am. the key to doing this successfully is having awareness – i have no illusions about the fact that there is no potential for anything long term and i am frankly not into him on any sort of relationship level whatsoever. it helps that he is INCREDIBLY hot and hooking up has been super fun, but i’m not gaga over him and i could care less if i saw him again.

am i turning into a man????

no, i’m not. because at the end of the day, getting naked with a MOHO becomes less and less appealing since the very definition of a MOHO makes him less attractive. and when i find someone decreasing in attractiveness on all levels, i find it harder and harder to take my clothes off, no matter how hot he is or how much i really want to. (and believe me, i REALLY want to).

in the end, it’s a turn off. so thanks for the last 2 weeks, MOHO. it’s been super fun. i think it’s time to cut you loose to make room for the girl who is going to get really attached to you and make your life miserable. have fun!