Angie met "Hip Hop" at a Brooklyn Circus party at Yoshi's. After an initial failed attempt at making out with her on the spot, fuxting, flirting and phone calls culminated in a late night birthday booty session. After the booty, Hip Hop ignored A for a week then popped up one evening with a "Come over and fuck?" text.
Shocked and a little irritated, Angie ignored it until a bottle of sake emboldened her to text back: "You're officially in my perv category." A drunken phone call ensued where A sounded off about not being a hoar, how the sex wasn't even that great and how Hip Hop shoulda brought his A game. After realizing that A wasn't going to come over, HH was "super embarrassed," said A was a dope girl and he had come at it like whatev's. Parting words: "Guess I blew it... Peace."
Obviously, boy needed some schooling on how to treat a lady if he wanted to get that booty again.
Lessons learned: You can never go wrong by calling them on their bullshit.
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