Before anyone attempts to crucify me for labeling women as whores…-I can explain [BTW, hope I don’t lose any valued- female readers].
Plus I didn’t call her a whore. The other guy did!
Ok let’s dive right in!
Hold on! Before I do, I just wanna say that I learned a valuable lesson from this incident. And I see other guys making this same elusive mistake regularly.
Few years ago, I went through a massive-sexual drought for about 2 months. I mean, I couldn’t lay anything if my life depended on it! I was better off going celibate opposed to virtually killing myself from not getting any coochie[SMDH]!
So what a man to do…?
Start banging Hookers like there’s no tomorrow!!? Naaaaah! BTW, I’m not against purchasing some cheap ass at a brothel, but I opted for a more challenging experience: Search for some quick ass [go fucking figure]!
In search of a Hood Rat
Few of my buddies [Unit & M***a]were banging a neighborhood slut, so they gave me the plug and the scoop on her. We all met up at a bar, and my wingman Unit phoned the chic to meet us there.
The plan was for me to get some quick ass later on after spitting some mediocre game at her.
The PYT [pretty young thing] came through, we all chatted, flirted hard, exchanged #’s… She told me to call her later that night[YES!!!!].
Finally! I’m gonna satiate this nagging-sexual urge that’s been killing me for 2 months now!
So I thought.
Later that night after the bar:
Called the PYT slut. No answer! Phone rang out and went straight to voice mail.
Called again about 10 minutes later. Same shit!
Called up my wingman Unit:
Me: “Yo, I thought you told me this girl’s supposed to be free right now”!!
Unit: “That’s what she said at the bar. Don’t sweat it. Ima scoop her up in my ride and meet up with you later”.
That never materialized.
Following night, I’m in beast-mode to the fullest. Pissed off that this b**** would play me like this by not answering, nor replying.
Called her up Saturday night. Finally: there is a God lol!!!
She hit with me the classic BS, “Oh I fell asleep”. Whateva!
We set up a meet for 8 pm. Trying to not come off as needy and desperate like an AFC- I called a little after 8.
Yep! The b**** screened my called straight to voice mail!!
At that point, I went Charlie Sheen! I couldn’t believe this witch had the proverbial balls to flake on me!
“Doesn’t she know who I am!!? I’m a fucking pick-up artist. I lay hot b****es for a living”!
Note: It’s funny how we guys rationalize things to ourselves when we’re flaked on(smh).
Called her back, no answer. Few hours elapsed, no return call from her.
Called up my wing Unit: “Unit, meet me at Burton’s bar”!
At the bar:
Me: “Man, I can’t believe she played me again. This witch is a known slut in the town but she chooses me to bullshit”!
Unit: “I don’t know what she’s up to but I fucked her again earlier today at the beach”.
Some random dude next to us over heard the convo and chimed in:
“She’s my whore: not yours”!
I thought he had 1 too many fucking Red Stripes [a Jamaican beer] for butting into my dilemma.
So he went on to say this: “What I mean is…just because a girl is a whore and she sleeps around doesnt mean she’s gonna sleep with you and every guy”.
Wow! How powerful those words I thought!
Long story short: I gladly took that as a loss.
Just as the random half- inebriated guy at the bar said: Not every girl who sleeps around is gonna sleep with any guy. For whatever reason that girl flaked on me: she had her reasons!
Eventhough that was a few years ago, the lessons from that situation has been hardwired into my brains ever since.
I no longer prejudge certain girls based on their social status [be it low or high]. You still may have to work hard to attract and seduce her just as if she were a girl of high social status.
Lesson friggin’ learned.