Background

Started a fresh LTR about a month ago. She passed the standard tests - always a "fuck yes" level of enthusiasm, put in the effort to make it easy for me, and followed my lead. She's mixed Latina with a few drops of Caribbean - has that truly exotic look that turns heads wherever you go and most definitively a Rear of the Year candidate (thanks for the term Vasilily).

State of the State

About four weeks ago things started escalating between us. I was doling out more time and attention and her behavior was only getting better - she was returning my investment in all the ways a guy could want. Still kept my distance and my options open, but damn, this girl was something else!

Of course, high SMV women won't live in the mystery box forever. She turned to me with that oh so serious face one night at my place and did the "sooo....where is this going...?" I kept it cool, "Probably round two, some ice cream, and you staying the night!" Unsatisfied with the AM to such an important question, she pressed the issue.

I just asked her, "What's in it for me? You want exclusivity...that one benefits you." She said, and I quote, "The full service experience."

Hmmm....intriguing. I said yes. I have to admit boys, I was skeptical, but damn. This girl has some MOVES. You ever had a dish that was basically just beans and rice but out of this world? Ever had it served by a woman wearing just an apron while she rubs your shoulders? She got me good. So far the ride has been incredible, BUT...

The Laptop

So I'm at her place, and needed to get something done for work. She's one of those Apple people...for those of you who don't know, you can totally wreck your opsec with these devices. EVERYTHING is integrated.

I'm clicking away and a notification pops up. It's her friend...a text message. Her whole phone is integrated with this fucking thing! I couldn't resist, I snooped. Who wouldn't? Lots of text in the group chat about how the sex is amazing, she's so in love, the usual mushy shit. But then one of her friends drops a little bomb: "So, is Aaron out of the picture for good then?"

Hmmm....who the fuck is this nigga Aaron? Let's go Sherlock on this shit.

She Belongs to the Game

Turns out when she said she hasn't been seeing anyone in months, she wasn't telling the truth. Can you believe it? A girl lying to a guy she's trying to impress about her sexual history?

Aaron is an NFL player she's been unsuccessfully trying to get over since July. Her last message to him was the Sunday night after she left my place and told me for the first time she loved me. He didn't respond.

Also, she got pregnant by a different pro athlete a little bit back and Plan B'd that shit.

What Did We Learn?

I'm not one much for young blood rap but Troy Ave has some truth here (title of this post is the song):

You mighta fucked that girl

You mighta said you love that girl

But she belong to the game

And when she's with me I let her do her thing

My little burgeoning oneitis isn't special, boys. She's mine for now, but my turn will be up, maybe as soon as one of these dudes reappears. Maybe she does love me differently? Who cares. We're here to remind each other of the ground rules of the Game - I'm getting it while the gettin' is good. Had to get kicked in the gut again to remember the TRP truths, but it's always better to know the truth than be deluded.

Here's what I'm NOT going to do:

  1. "Confront" her like a bitch - that's a one way ticket to nuking the attraction she has for me

  2. Let slip I know the truth - because if I hadn't slipped up and let my ego delude me this would not have been a surprise

  3. Drop my two in the kitty - this is a fresh reminder to put some spin back in my favorite two plates

At least I can know I lay pipe against pro athlete competition. See, it's not all bad when you can pull your ego out of it! Good luck out there boys, and stay sharp.