how you fukk that up breh?
Told parts of the story on here, but never all together.
Her best friend was a stripper too, you know women talk about sex, so they had a whole running convo about me and sex. My ex tells me that her BF wants to see my dikk while pillow talking, we start talking a threesome right there, my ex is down with it and everything. She was down with anything to satisfy me.
So I start the process of getting cool with her friend, because I didn't fukk with her at all. Eventually the three of us go to Pappadaeux's on a "date" I guess. shyt going smooth, gets the the point that the three of us talking about sex, I'm feeling on my ex and her friend in the Pappadaeux's booth.
My girl wants me to come to the club they dance at and rain on them (this is a big deal to strippers) later that night then come back to their apartment. Two problems, the club they dance at is literally opp territory and I ain't going there without backup and second I ended up having to take care of serious business that night. She's texting me when she's at the club "wya" but I'm blowing her off until I finally just tell her I'm not coming.
That was like my third strike cause either also stood her up on two previous date nights, but I was young and getting real money for the first time so you couldn't tell me shyt. I ain't even apologize. She blocks me on Instagram and stops responding to my text. I use my friends IG to see her page and see a pic of her at the stripclub with a local rapper, looking like a bop (fukk it, I was gonna leave this out, but I might as well include it to give everything context. The nikka she took the picture with had caught off on me during a brawl and she knew this). My pride was hurt bad (didn't realize that's what she was trying to do until way later) , from there I basically say fukk her and block her on everything social media, phone, etc. Cut her off completely and bushed her. She didn't know where I lived (with my parents), so I really went ghost on her. We don't even talk to each other again until a year later.
I wanted to be stiff so bad, but when I look back if I would have apologized and showed up with a gift, she would've melted, we would be good again and I might have salvaged that threesome
