Get your popcorn ready. A few months back this girl wrote me with the most epic cautionary tale. The girl-- let’s call her Kay, met this guy-- let’s call him Jay, at an upscale event. Jay was a polished and professional business owner, but despite his lavish lifestyle, she didn’t get open off the whining and dining. She dated Jay for four months and during that time she fell for him pretty hard. She thought enough time had passed that she could let down her guard and have sex with him and then this happened:
Last Thursday, we went to one of my favorite restaurants. I had a great time. I was feeling it. He knew it too, and knew when we got back to my place it was about to go down. (I mean I hadn't had sex in four months!) So he dropped me off at the door and "went to look for a parking spot." I came upstairs to my apartment and waited to buzz him back in. It took a little longer than usual but street parking is ridiculous here, so it didn't seem too suspect. Anyway, he rang the bell and I buzzed him in. Fast forward, we started fucking like rabbits. About 20minutes in, he stops and says "babe you hear something at the door?" And I say "no". But he stops to "go check it out" but comes back, says he didnt see anything, and we keeping going.
When we were done, I got up to grab some water and I notice that ALL of my electronic shit is GONE: MacBook, iPad, iPhone, iMac, camera…. The only thing left was the big ass tv mounted on my wall. I WAS ROBBED. I looked at my door, there was no forced entry but it was unlocked. So immediately I thought, his dumb ass came to check the door when we were fucking and forgot to lock the door, then some bold nigga took the opportunity to rob me.
I called my best friend who stays across the hall to see if he saw anything. When I described the night, he was alarmed because when I told him about *** parking the car and coming up for us to have sex, he said it seemed strange because he saw *** coming into the building with two of his...