I met a girl some 4 weeks ago and we hit it off instantly, but our timing and schedules just didn’t mesh well, so we were never able to meet up.
No surprise: she has a boyfriend, which further complicates the meet-up.
She’s also a young mom, which again- further complicates the logistics in meeting up.
Probably the only thing I hate about trying to hook up with young moms, is the headache of having to plan around whether she has a sitter or not.
With this chick, we had scheduling difficulties on a previous occasion due to her not having a baby-sitter on the days which I was free to meet up.
Since she has a boyfriend and is rather on the paranoid side, a date type of meet-up has been ruled out…not that I wanted to take her on a date anyway.
A breakthrough finally happened, which I’d least expected.
I wanted her to meet me at a public function across town. But she doesn’t have a sitter so that plan was botched at the gate.
Fuck! Trying to hook up with young moms is really fucking testy!
Out of the blue, I came up with a random-wild suggestion: “I want to come to your place”!
Expecting to hear a big-fat “Hell No”!
She says to me: “When my boyfriend leaves to go hang out with his friends”.
She’s actually down with wanted me to come to her spot!
Now, the even crazier thing is; she lives with her boyfriend. 😯
In fact, it’s her boyfriend’s place.
Triple shocker! 😯 😯 😯
What I come to find out from her, is that her BF is a constant boozer who spends zero time at home and is always out with the boys on the weekends getting hammered.
This was about 6:30 PM Saturday night.
As she was about to share the particulars with me [address, phone number, time, logistics, etc], my fucking cellphone’s internet credit had maxed the fuck out!!!
Now, what that actually is, is the top-up system with the pre-paid services which people in the UK and Australia, would be familiar with.
In the Caribbean, pre-paid internet and cell services are the predominant service offered by networks. Post-paid plans are actually rare in the islands.
Hence, with the pre-paid package (top-up), you literally (pre)pay for the data that you want in advance opposed to being billed later on as with a post-paid plan.
Now, my internet-date plan had expired on me last night as I was facebooking the girl to get the details to her place.
As my mobile-internet service was cut approximately 6:34 PM, I was left with no other means in contacting the girl.
We never exchanged phone numbers prior, so she’s unable to contact me also!
I was kicking myself at this point!
So pissed I could throw my smartphone into a river!
I hurried to the streets in search of an open-wifi hotspot connection in which to steal some internet for at least 20 seconds to get the girl’s phone # or directions to her place!
Every wifi connection I stumbled upon in my neighborhood, was password protected!
KILL ME NOW!!! 😡
Another idea struck me!
I quickly took a cab to my grandma’s place where I snuck my cousin’s Samsung Galaxy out of his bedroom while he was in the bathroom.
Launched the Facebook app and logged in!
It was already after 9 PM, over an hour since we last messaged each other.
She left me 3 inbox messages about an hour prior…all of which were not in my favor.
As you can see in the chat-log screenshot, she was wondering why I wasn’t responding to her.
I wasn’t able to get back to her until about an hour and 15 minutes later.
Apparently, she’d logged off and probably went to bed by then.
😡 😡 😡
I sent a few messages, 1 of which in an attempt to get her phone #…but no reply.
I quickly logged out of Facebook from my cousin’s phone. Put it back exactly where I’d taken it from to leave zero trace that I had sneak-used it. 👿
All I can do now was to just wait a bit and hope she gets back to me as I’d left her my phone # to buzz me in order to go over to her place.
I went out about my business looking to pick up other girls (as usual).
However, the entire night passed without the chick ringing me.
I managed to get some wifi connection after 12 AM Sunday morning and noticed that she hadn’t logged on since just after 9 PM Saturday night.
How goddamn close to finally shagging this hot-young mom after weeks of unsuccessful attempts at meeting up!
Yet- I was fucked by my internet-data plan!
Possibly the relationship Gods were also saying:
“Kenny, you will not be fucking another man’s girlfriend…at least not tonight”!
All ethics aside on the matter of shagging girls with boyfriends, as I want to highlight a few things here.
Taking risks to get laid is something I do and I strongly believe in.
Most guys miss lay opportunities because they rather not take that risk…whatever the risks are.
I’ve shagged quite a few girls in the past while their boyfriends had stepped out to grab groceries or to hang with the fellaz.
This sort of move is ultra-risky and life-endangering, as it only takes a guy to forget something at home to return to meet me inside of his woman and hack me to fucking pieces.
As much as I like taking chances. What does this say about women and their affinity with taking chances?
You may actually want to read a field report I put together of a situation years ago, where I’d shagged a contractor’s fiancee seconds before he walked into the hotel suite.