The Girl Done Me Wrong  

rad_vlad 33M
17 posts
3/20/2005 6:45 pm

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The Girl Done Me Wrong

Well, I promised you jackals a post about Slayergirl88, and I'll be damned if I don't deliver for my audience.
Right off the bat when I joined AdultFriendFinder, I messaged slayergirl88, and how could I not? First of all, go check out the pic on her profile. If you're a standard member and can't check profiles willy-nilly, that confirms my suspicion that you're a pussy. Go get a real membership so you can check, and you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. Second of all, she was exactly the type of person I was looking for. She was sexually liberated and experienced; she had no inhibitions; she was willing to do anything. After four years of bland monogamy (not that my relationship was bad, but it was a fucking Herculean struggle to get her out of something beyond the missionary position), I found exactly the girl I was looking for. She was hot, she was kinky, and she was available.
I received a reply, and pretty soon we were messaging each other over yahoo. For a while, the only problem was distance; she was in San Antonio and I was in Austin. We communicated almost daily, and our messages were pretty damn steamy. But over time, chinks started to appear in the armor, and I willfully ignored them because I was absolutely taken with this girl.
After quite a few IMs, I learned that slayergirl88 lived with another guy, meaning she wasn't as single as she claimed to be. Technically, she's not single at all, but who gives a fuck, right? She's beautiful, she's kinky, and she's within a hundred miles of me. A few more IMs go by, and I learn more about her situation: she's been with this guy for two months, is miserable with him and wants out. I immediately offer my place as a refuge. This seems like a good idea to me on several levels. First, she's goddamn gorgeous. Second, it stokes my sense of self-righteousness. I mean, here's my opportunity to be an actual savior, taking a girl out of a bad situation and setting her up with me. Very early on, we both set about demonizing her boyfriend. She describes him as a monster; she tells me about how she's repulsed by him, can't stand to talk to him, blah blah blah. And I go along with it, because it makes me feel good. I don't know shit about this guy aside from what she's told me, but based on what I hear, I would've taken a bat to this guy's head.
Then, the plot thickens. The boyfriend get's wise. Turns out that an army intel sergeant can hack into people's yahoo accounts, and he does exactly that. (To protect this guys identity, he will be referred to only as "The Sergeant"). The sergeant learns some nasty shit, like how slayergirl88 has been two-timing him with someone from his own division. He reads all the IMs that she and I had, and he knows everything. Then, slayergirl88 disappears for about five days. I try to play cool, but I'm really frantic. Why the fuck won't this girl talk to me? What if the best chance I have at the kinkiest relationship of my life is slipping through my fingers? I make plans to leave for San Antonio, totally ignoring the work I have for school (which is basically what I'm doing right now). Then, out of the blue one glorious wednesday morn, she messages me. She's alright, but the sergeant is onto her and she's in deep shit. We have intermittent communication, and I continually ask her if she wants me to come get her, and she continually skirts the issue. I should have realized right there that I was getting played like a violin, but damn-it if I wasn't blinded by lust.
Anyway, spring break roles around. I tell slayergirl88 that I'm coming to town and I'll be leaving in a matter of days, so she'd better decide whether she wants to leave the sergeant or not. Then, out of the blue, I receive an IM from the sergeant. Up to now, the sergeant pretty much has two horns and a forked tail. He couldn't be any more evil to me if he drowned babies for a living. But through the conversation I have with him over IM, I come to appreciate him, and to have a new sense for what slayergirl88 is capable of. The Sergeant informs me that he is aware of all the conversations that slayergirl88 has had on his computer, and he proceeds to tell me that I am not the only person she has been in contact with. I have no idea how many people she was sleeping with, but the Sergeant gives me a snippet of a conversation she had with some asshat she was fucking. (Notice how I'm calling him the asshat while I was getting played for a sucker. And it gets worse for me). Anyway, I let the Sergeant know that I'm still dedicated to getting slayergirl88, and he let's me know that he's still dedicated to keeping her. The board is set, and the pieces are moving.
Let me go off on a tangent and say this outright: I like the Sergeant. He's a stand up guy. He's honest and forthright, he's dedicated to his girl, and most of all, he's civil. Alot of guys in his situation, finding out that their girl is fucking other men behind their back, would lash out. But he keeps his cool, and he tries to explain to me what he's learned about her. Of course, I don't listen to a word he says because, like every other man who comes in contact with her, I'm turned into putty by her feminine charms. And he does take himself a bit seriously, although, if I had to put up with the shit that he did, I'd probably have a bit of a moralistic streak in me, as well.
Where was I again? You'll have to excuse me; I'm working on my fourth glass of wine and third shot of whiskey, so maintaining a coherent train of thought is proving pretty goddamn dificult.
Anyway, I communicate intermittently with slayergirl88 and the sergeant, each of whom is feeding me versions of the truth. Which version is right? I can't tell. I want to believe slayergirl88, because she's hot and I want to fuck her. I'm inclined to believe the sergeant because he's shown me some actual evidence. But my desire for slayergirl88 trumps my adherence to reason, so I disregard the evidence that the sergeant has given me and continue to try and steal slayergirl88.
Then, one wednesday afternoon, I show up at their apartment, totally unanounced and without warning. I know where they live because slayergirl88 told me; this was back when I thought she actually wanted to leave him for me. So, I show up, and the sergeant let's me in. Despite my admiration for the sergeant, I've got to be honest with you, the place was a fucking mess. Trash on the floor, dirty dishes lying around the kitchen; just a mess. Everyone tries to keep their cool in an akward situation; the sergeant takes slayergirl88 and talks to her for a bit, and when he comes back in, he sets her on the counter, takes off her pants and makes me an offer: I can eat slayergirl88's pussy as I much as I want so long as I keep my dick in my pants, or I can leave.
Folks, I took the high road and left, and let me tell you, it was a colossal mistake. If I had known then what I know now, I would have eaten her pussy for all it was worth and jacked off later. But I was determined to have her all to myself, so I refused, and left.
Later that day, I have an IM conversation with the sergeant, and he's not so cordial anymore (big fucking surprise there). I tell him I'm going to come over to his place the next day, and he mentions something about being Puerto Rican and connected. It all sounds really dangerous, and I prepare myself to face a beating, but luckily for me my father needs some work done at his office, so I get pressed into emergency service. I keep trying to message slayergirl88, but she doesn't respond for a few while. Then, one day, she sends me a message saying that she's happy with the sergeant and doesn't want to talk to me anymore because talking to me only causes trouble.
Thoroughly confused, I resolve to go to the sergeant's apartment and here from her, face to face, that she doesn't want to see me anymore. I hang around San Antonio for a few more days, and on Sunday, I head from my home to Slayergirl88.
Now, I don't know if the Sergeant is going to be home or not, but my sense tells me that he will be. I knock on the door and see some movement behind the peep-hole. I assume this is the sergeant, and since he won't let me in, I decide to harass him until he let's me talk to slayergirl88. I do this for two and a half hours. Knocking at the door, yelling at the sergeant to let me talk to slayergirl88. Then, I hear a car pull up; after two and a half hours, I'm starting to think that my mind was playing tricks on me and there was really no one in the apartment at all, so I've checking all the cars that pull in to see if it's the sergeant and the girl. I check this car, and low and behold, it's the sergeant, but he doesn't have the girl with him. Which means that slayergirl88 was inside the apartment the whole time and not answering. Being the idiot that I am, I demand that he let me talk to her. He goes inside, talks to her for a bit, and then she comes out. The only words that come out of her mouth were, and I quote, "Would you go away?"
I'd been going over the whole thing in my head for a few days, and I was prepared to have her walk from me, but only after I made my speech in which I told her why I was better for her and why the Sergeant would never make her happy. However, I was never prepared for the possibility that she would simply walk away from me without hearing anything I had to say. The sergeant tells me to leave and slams the door in my face. I walk to my car, get in and turn on the ignition. I look up through my windshield and see the sergeant talking on a cell phone. I immediately know he's called the police, but at this point I don't care. I get out of the car and wait for him to finish talking to the dispatcher. When he's done, he comes back and we have a relatively civil conversation. He explains why he doesn't trust me, and I explain why I had to talk to her. Neither of us are going to acknowledge each other's positions, but it really doesn't matter at this point. I've heard it from her own mouth; she doesn't want to hear from me anymore.
Then the cops arrive. I try to play it cool, but I've never been interrogated by cops and, to be quite honest, I'm scared shitless. The cop (her name was officer Coz, if I remember correctly), takes my info and listens to both our sides of the situation, then calmly tells me that if I ever show up at their premises again, the sergeant can ask for a written criminal trespass or have me arrested. Now that all our business is over with, I get back in my car and drive away.
Why did I go to that apartment? Why did I have so much invested in slayergirl88? Why am I such a stupid fuck monkey? Well, to answer the first question, I went to that apartment because I didn't want to believe that slayergirl88 didn't want to see me. I jumped through to invent a situation where slayergirl88 really wanted to see me, but couldn't actually tell me so, for reasons largely beyond her control. I had to know, from her own lips, how she felt. And now that she has told me, there is not a shadow of doubt in my mind. Everything the sergeant told me about her was true. She is cold, manipulative, and cruel. She never cared for me, but until I heard it directly from her, I refused to believe it because I was blinded by my own lust. Now that I've heard it directly, it can't be ignored, and I can finally accept the fact that she doesn't care for me and put her out of my mind, once and for all. (This has been a very dificult process, involving deleting all our messages and the pic she sent me.) As for the other two questions, I have no answers.
Right now, my arms are tired and I'm pretty stinking drunk, so I'm going to crawl into bed, cry for a bit, and sleep.

bella_ 47F
4030 posts
3/20/2005 8:25 pm

wow,that is so sad. This girl totally took advantage of your feelings. The worst thing is to the play with somebodys emotions. But you know, bad karma is coming her way and hopefully good karma for all you have been through. Be brave.

GonadMadamFilth 44M
153 posts
3/20/2005 10:04 pm

Damn dude! First of all, you're either nuts or you've got biggest set of brass balls in the world! I never would've gone there. Ever! Secondly, yeah she's hot and if I have had the balls you did to go there, I agree that munching her box for hours and leaving and jacking off would've been the best way. But, I'm paranoid and I would've been way too nervous to have done that.
Excellent blog, bro. Sorry you had to go through what you did but thanks for sharing. Oh yeah, check out bella_. She's hot, man! And you have her attention! I have a feeling things will work out for you.

rad_vlad 33M

3/21/2005 4:33 am

Who says I have to be one or the other? I am nuts; I also have huge, brass balls. And yes, I've seen Bella and I know she's dead sexy and that I have her attention, but she's also several thousand miles away. She seems like a lovely girl and I'd enjoy chatting with her sometime, but realistically, I doubt anything will happen.

GonadMadamFilth 44M
153 posts
3/21/2005 9:51 am

I didn't mean with her but I meant in general. You will have NO problem in getting the attention of fine ass trim near you. By the way, I heard that Lowes was having a sale on brass balls...I should get me a set!


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