I was hurt and alone and emotional and desperately trying to get over somebody, and this married chick kept throwing me pitches over twitter and facebook.
She kept asking (hell, she literally asked my best friend at the time if she could "have" me, my best friend (who I had friendzoned for various reasons) told her yes like a moron) if she could come hang out. I've never been in the business of fukking anything that moved, but I was desperate to get my ex out of my system.
So I drive out to meet her half way, right. this broad done booked the honeymoon suite at the Marriott, talking about she just wanna hang out and needs a friend.
I meet her in the parking garage, I looked at her like "
whats happenin." and give her a hug.
On the inside, I was like
I hit it any way.
A lot.
I felt bad, too. I was expecting to feel like shyt cause I went against my own principles and not only fukked some chick just because, but also because she was married and we was all supposed to be friends, but not cause of that....
but because the voice in my head was like "
nikka look at this broad! Da fukk is wrong with you!?"
She went back home the next day and they were divorced in less than a month.
I promptly cut her off, because she wouldn't stop dropping blatant hints about what we did on various social media platforms.
Funny thing is, the chick who was the best friend back then, I told her a few months ago what happened, right? Girl is like "You fukked that other chick!? How could you! I am heartbroken and devastated!
"
I'm like "
what the fukk she asked YOU if she could fukk me, and YOU gave her the green light!"
women is funny sometimes, man...