Friday noonday, I hit up a chick whom I’d cussed out and nexted a few months prior, for coming at me like a gold-digging whore.
I knew she was totally into me, so although I cussed her out and blocked her months back, contacting her Friday afternoon, I knew that she would be open to seeing me.
In fact, here is the last time she’d contacted me back in April, subsequent to me cussing her out for approaching me like a gold-digger.
Notice the time stamp said April 16 with her accompanying text in gray. That was the last time we communicated.
Thursday which was the 6th, I hit her up that night but she didn’t get back to me.
Since I’d blocked her on Whatsapp and Facebook, I wondered how else I would be able to reach her.
I then hit her up on IMO Messenger and crossed my fingers and hoped that she’d reply [my texts in blue. Hers in white].
Apparently, she was down for meeting me, and was engaging me on IMO.
She then rings me and begged me to unblock her # on Whatsapp…so I did.
What that exchange was about is she was telling me (via voice notes in white) that if I want her to come over, I would have to pay for her cab fare.
Generally, I wouldn’t mine this!
What’s a cab fare for a lay?
However, I was broke as far as cash was concerned. I had to go to the ATM, but I had no intentions to do that until later on that day.
With that, I was expecting her to pay for the cab and I would reimburse her later on.
She then tried to convince me that I told her over the phone (minutes prior) that I would pay for the cab.
I never fucking agreed to pay for her cab fare!
She was trying to impose that shit upon me!
I don’t stand for such opportunistic shit from women. So I got really offended by her audacity.
[My texts in green]
She relented and agreed to paying her own cab fare. But at that point, I was already turned off by her attempt at frame battling me, especially knowing that we had a fallout back in April due to the same bullshit.
Hence, I decided to stand her up by ignoring her calls and texts.
I posted the following to Facebook.
It’s not about the lousy cab fare. It’s the principle.
Don’t try to fucking hustle me!
Don’t try to get over on me!
Don’t try to use your feminine charms in an attempt to muscle me into paying for shit: doesn’t matter if it’s a $2 soda!
In fact, I wouldn’t mine if she’d said to me that she doesn’t have the cab fare (which is unlikely), and she would like to know if I could pay.
Give me an option! Don’t demand shit! Don’t demand I pay!
Thus, I called off a sure sure lay on the grounds of principles and shit that I stand for…no matter how fuckable the girl is (pictured below).
With options in women, you learn to take way less bullshit.
This is a byproduct of having abundance.
Perhaps I may finally meet up with her down the line, and finally smash her since she’s DTF. But for now; she’s back on the back burner for rubbing me the wrong way…hence the reason I flaked on her Friday noonday.