: To all you YOUNG NBA PLAYERS who want to know HOW TO TREAT a video vixen/skripper who you meet off Twitter, listen to how JAVALE MCGEE Does it. A video vixen named Ayana Marie got a COACH AIRLINE TICKET to meet up with him at a hotel.
And well, read it for yourself:
After 5 months I finally agreed to meet him on August 8th. I waited that long to be sure that he wasn’t just looking for a jumpoff. I also thought this was a big deal for him because according to Javale he doesn’t fly “b!tches,” out in the offseason.
My flight was delayed, so I got there late, I was hoping to have some time to chill, but as soon as we got inside the room he wanted to sex.
Eventually, we did have sex and I sort of understood since he had waited 5 months to see me, but he immediately started acting odd.
He decided to sleep on the couch instead of the bed with me.
He also said he had practice early in the morning and when I awoke he was already gone.
He came back midday, once again said he was tired and was going to take a nap. That was fine I went to take a walk, but to my surprise while I was walking around I see him outside walking as well.
When I got back to the room he had bought Chipotle for himself and none for me. Petty as it may seem, it’s the little things that count. Once again I thought his behavior was cold, but I was really trying hard to make this work, even though he was acting like he didn’t really want anything to do with me.
He claimed he had to go to practice again and that he would be back later. Again, I was left in the room with nothing to do but wait on him.
When he came back he wanted to have sex again and I agreed, I assumed after that since he hadn’t taken me out all day we would go to the movies or do something besides just having sex.
Again I was wrong.
He said he was “tired” again and didn’t want to go out, instead he went to get a haircut, by then I was starting to see the writing on the wall and left the room.
I was invited to a party, but I wanted to go out with Javele so I went back upstairs to try one more time. He noticed my outfit, but still did not want to go out because, “It was too hot.”
At this point I was getting more annoyed and he still refused to go anywhere outside with me. I asked him, "Why didn’t you just get an "pro"?" I told him that wasn’t why I came and we shouldn’t communicate anymore because I am not a jumpoff.
He obviously didn’t want to deal with me anymore at that point, told me he was getting me my own room and that most athletes would just kick me out. He called downstairs and got me a room that would ready in 15 minutes. I even had to demand that he see me to my room.
At this point I acknowledged I could have expressed my disappointment with him in a less argumentative way, I felt bad about the fight so I apologized to him and had sex with him again- which was stupid.
In retrospect that probably did make me look like I was ok with just having sex and being treated a certain way. I admit to that.
The reason I say that is because when I went back home, I never got a good bye text or a call to make sure I made it home safely. My birthday was the next day and I heard nothing from him.
I became one of the girls from the groupie tales.
Dang . . . the chick got SMASHED TWICE and ain't even get any CHIPOTLE out of it!!!