Sooooooo once upon a time, the above picture was my default on Twitter. This was in late 2009, and it made a many a thirst traps for actors, rappers and athletes. Or as I like to call them Rapletes. Many men jumped into my dm box talking about nothing and how they wanted to beat and skeet. I laughed and flirted heavily but nothing ever came of it. Until, one day I was watching Tyra Banks. She had a woman on the show that was talking about how to get far with men. Her advice was to make the first move and always with a compliment. Now, I couldn’t believe this, I use that at work all the time. But, I never thought to bring it outside of the work place.
So I decided that day to use the tip on some random person. So I had seen this particular raplete in my Timeline before. Then, one day someone Retweeted him into my timeline, (This will all be foreign to you if you don’t use Twitter) I @ him and said “Wow, your fcukkin sexy.”… Suddenly, he told me to follow him and I did.
Immediately, we began to talk back and forth via dm until maybe a few days later he sent me his number. We chatted heavily via text and exchanged pictures. I am never one to really put my face on a nakedy picture so I didn’t.( I will say, somewhere people do have topless pics with my face, but that’s about it LOL)
So we talked and texted maybe a week when suddenly he asked, can I fly you to Denver? Of course I agreed and within 48 hours I arrived at DIA. He had a car service pick me up and I arrived at his apartment.(FOOLISH) Within hours we were having sex, (Yes I too do hoe ****) and we went to Grand Lux. I ordered a Salisbury Steak. To this day my friend Kapri teases me about fcuking for steak.
None the less, I hung around a few days and went back home. We talked a little after that, but that was pretty much it. The basic moral of this story is to let you know that these men are predators on social sites. They pretend to like you and will fcuk you and send your ass back home. There are no feelings involved, they see some ass they want and purchase a ticket. I honestly would have felt better if he had gave me the money and not Delta.
As much as I like to pretend like I don’t care, and have no feelings, I do. So, I have learned to stop falling for the okie doke. Don’t be a notch on one of these losers belts. Demand that they fly you out, put you in a hotel and DO NOT FCUK them. If they get mad, oh well was nothing gained or lost. But, at least you don’t have another stupid body count.
Don’t have a Twitter #fail, treat these men like investors. Take the highest bidder… (*Bids aren’t limited to financially, it can be whatever your are yearning for*)