Read in a Lord Vader Voice, "You Don't Know the Power of No Contact

[Maximus Rex]

Date: 05-07-13 @ 1238 HRS (Blocked Number)

Date: 05-07-13 @ 1239 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-07-13 @ 1239 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-07-13 @ 1239 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-07-13 @ 2144 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-07-13 @ 2144 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 08-07-13 @ 0058 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 08-07-13 @ 0058 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 08-07-13 @ 1356 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 08-07-13 @ 1400 HRS Rex. whats up with with u?I asked you u to get the notice of claim from MTA. U said would do it. (Blocked Text)

Date: 08-07-13 @ 1400 HRS Call me asap. its an emergency (Blocked Text)

Date: 08-07-13 @ 1402 HRS Rex did you by accident take any paper work with my info home with u? (Blocked Text)

Date: 12-07-13 @ 1725 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 13-07-13 @ 1332 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 13-07-13 @ 1347 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 14-07-13 @ 1003 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 14-07-13 @ 1005 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 17-07-13 @ 2047 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 19-07-13 @ 1902 HRS Rex what in the hell is wrong with ur cell? U came and got the meat in my freezer n I nver hwrd from u again. (Blocked Text)

Date: 22-07-13 @ 1236 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 22-07-13 @ 1236 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 22-07-13 @ 1237 HRS Hey Rex how r u? Pick up im in brooklyn. I want to treat you to republic (Blocked Text)

Date: 10-08-13 @ 2048 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 10-08-13 @ 2048 HRS Rex I would like to go to the mock trial (Blocked Text)

Date: 12-08-13 @ 2038 HRS Y do u have my number on a block list (Blocked Text)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1202 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1203 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1203 HRS Rex can u stop hanging the phone up (Blocked Text)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1204 HRS Im trying to touch base with u. (Blocked Text)

Date: 10-08-13 @ 2048 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 10-08-13 @ 2048 HRS Rex I would like to go to the mock trial (Blocked Text)

Date: 12-08-13 @ 2038 HRS Y do u have my number on a block list (Blocked Text)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1202 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1203 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1203 HRS Rex can u stop hanging the phone up (Blocked Text)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1204 HRS Im trying to touch base with u. (Blocked Text)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1204 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1629 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 23-09-13 @ 1630 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-10-13 @ 0937 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-10-13 @ 0938 HRS Rex r u ok? I have some bad news for u. (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-10-13 @ 0939 HRS Please cll me when u can. (Blocked Text)

Date: 05-11-13 @ 1313 HRS (Blocked Call)

Date: 05-11-13 @ 1313 HRS (Blocked Call)


As indicated by July 5th date, these are all of "HONEY'S," futile attempts to contact ole Rex after he went N/C on her punk a$$. I had been had been away from So Suave for a minute and I wasn't aware of the "no contact," tactic (however I was aware aware of the temporary equivalent to "no contact," which is "the freeze out." Even though I have "HONEY," on Mr. Number, (the call blocking app that ya boy uses,) she is obviously hoping that maybe one day that I'll will take her off Mr. Number.

Rex has often said that attention is like heroin to a chick and just as the junkie needs dope in the morning to avoid the symptoms of withdrawals, chicks need their "attention fix" and if they don't get it, to quote Pretty Tony from the blaxploitation classic "The Mack," "They subject to go crazy." The irony is that Rex isn't trying to get "HONEY," back or correct her bad behavior, quite the opposite, Rex is hoping that she'll eventually come to the realization that ole Rex isn't f*cking with her anymore and get on with her life.

One day I’ll give a detailed write up about my dealings with "HONEY," but in thread, I’ll address what led to me leaving her punk a$$ the f*ck alone. "HONEY,” always has her hand out or is in need of something as she either wanted me to her buy food, cigarettes, clothing, or what have you. On this particular morning she wanted me to buy her a sandwich, to which I abjectly refused to do. The issue wasn't if I could afford the little b.s. sandwich, but rather I had just reached the point here I grew tired of her bullsh*t and ole Rex wasn't going to take it anymore. Rex has anger management issues and if he's pissed off or threatened he'll lose it right then and there, so I screamed on her in the grocery store about the purchase of the f*cking sandwich.

 

[Maximus Rex]

The Power of No Contact Pt. II

I had just gotten back from California that Friday and my clothes are at this b*tch’s apartment. I was truly heated and all I wanted to do is retrieve my belongings from "HONEY'S," apartment so I could finally be rid of her punk a$$. In a classic role reversal and deflection tactic, SHE REFUSES TO ALLOW ME IN HER APARTMENT TO GET MY SH*T AND BLAMES OF THIS ON ME! Even though I truly wanted to give the b*tch the beating she so rightfully deserves after all of these years, I remain in check because my priority is to get my sh*t, which included my clothing, both of my laptops and two of my photo albums. In the meantime I make a phone call to my therapist who talks me out of potentially getting an assault beef behind this b*tch, however when I get off of the phone with my therapist, “HONEY,” has gone back to her apartment.

I walk back over to her apartment and she lets me in, but unfortunately, I can’t leave because one of those NYC summer thunderstorms decides to role on through. While I'm waiting for the storm to pass, 'HONEY," reveals to tell ole Rex the depths of her entitlement complex. First she starts off by saying that she doesn't feel "safe," with me and I was wrong for leaving her at a bus stop at 2 o’clock in the morning. One night we going back to my place and according to the bus schedule, the bus wasn't coming for forty minutes. "HONEY," felt as if we should have waited for the bus. I'm like "F*ck that." It’s a twenty minute walk from the bus stop to my place so I start walking. According to her a "real man," wouldn't have left her alone at that time of night. After arguing with her all the way to my place and damn near knocking her the f*ck out, we have the first of three conversations about what we each expected of people in a relationships.

As I said before we had this conversation two more times after the first time. This last time she says this nonsense about me having to cash out on demand, irregardless of what plans or bills I need to pay. She goes on to say that she “gets sick when a man doesn't have any money,” and that “she's spoiled.” "HONEY," refuses to accept the fact that relationships, (if they're platonic, sexual, or romantic,) are reciprocal in nature. She feels that just because she cooks me food (which I buy,) and she's sucking and f*cking me that warrants me cashing out whenever she wants. Hell, if I wanted a relationship like that, I'd just buy some a$$.

As the thunder is sounding like a bowling ball going down the lane, “HONEY,” continues to expose her extraordinarily selfish nature, by saying, "You claim to never have money, but you buy $10 cigars. Imagine the audacity of this hoe, to complain to Rex what HE should be spending HIS money on. I'm just sitting there letting "HONEY," play herself, mainly because it's still raining outside nor did I feel like arguing with this dumb hoe. "HONEY'S" verbal hubris played a lot into my decision to finally walk away from this b*tch, but it's what happened with a "friend," of hers that was the final nail in her coffin.

Over that weekend, she was approved to for an apartment in the building across the courtyard from the one that she was already in. I felt bad for her punka$$ and I broke my vow never to participate in any moves, so “HONEY” and I moved all of her sh*t to the new apartment. She needed help with some sh*t in the apartment and she calls her "friend," who happens to be a carpenter for assistance. While on the phone with ole boy she explains she needed help with "x, "y," and "z," judging from her response, dude obviously told her "no" and "HONEY," goes into one of her temper tantrums and says, "If you don't do it, I'm going to talk to Olga about something." Rex is lying in her bed and I'm like, "This b*tch. This scandalous, sleazy b*tch.

I know what some you are thinking, that ole Rex was trippin' off "HONEY'S," fat ass f*cking some other dude; however that was far from the case. Who and what "HONEY," was doing when Rex isn't around, isn't any of Rex's business. What I found f*cked up was this sleazy wh*re was essentially blackmailing this dude. I don't know the extent of "HONEY'S," and ole boy's relationship or what they did, but let's say for argument's sake that they did indulge in an adulterous tryst. That should have been kept between "HONEY," and ole boy. Yeah, ole boy was wrong, however, "HONEY," was aware of his marital status and coupling that with the fact that Olga is wheelchair bound, what “HONEY” did was equally if not even more scandalous, and that my boys was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back.

Rex prides himself in keeping the accompany of men who are of impeccable integrity, morals, values, and character. Rex and his friends aren’t angels, but at the end of day we adhere to strong moral code and strict set of ethics. “HONEY’S attempt at blackmail (simply to get her way,) was well outside of the parameters of those ethics and she effectively put herself among the kind of people Rex doesn’t care to be around.

January 5th will mark six months to the day since I originally put her on Mr. Number and I might take her off, perhaps to f*ck with her even more. I’ll let her leave messages on my phone, (during this time as you read, she could text message me, but phone would hang up when she tried to call.) However, what I really want to do is when I get my proficiency in the game up is send her some pictures of me with some chicks with the following text messages that will accompany the pictures.

“She looks better than you.”

“She’s younger than you.”

“She’s slimmer than you.”

“She’s more giving than you.”

And the final one would say,

“She’s a BETTER PERSON than you.”

 

[PlayHer Man]

Good story.

When you have your sh!t in a plates/women's apartment and she won't let you get it.. few things are more infuriating.

This is why you should always take naked pics of 100% of the women you f*ck and SAVE THEM. I do this in case some c*nt tries to blackmail me in some way. Wanna f*ck with PlayHer Man? Then all these pictures of your naked p*ssy will be sent in emails and text messages to all my friends and who knows what they'll do with them. Try me b!tch! :crackup:

 

[Maximus Rex]

This thread reeks of feminine behavior.

F*ck you talkin' bout dude.

 

[Maximus Rex]

If you had your **** together in the first place you wouldn't have to resort to such childish antics. Lol @ leaving your **** at a woman's place, that's what women do to mark their territory smh.

I left my stuff at her apartment because Far Rockaway is very close to JFK. I had taken the red eye from Oakland the night before, in addition, I really didn't feel like lugging a bunch of sh*t on the back to B'klyn on the train. You're right in the sense that I should have taken my sh*t directly home instead of leaving it some broad's house.

 

[HumbleNinja]

Good story.

When you have your sh!t in a plates/women's apartment and she won't let you get it.. few things are more infuriating.

This is why you should always take naked pics of 100% of the women you f*ck and SAVE THEM. I do this in case some c*nt tries to blackmail me in some way. Wanna f*ck with PlayHer Man? Then all these pictures of your naked p*ssy will be sent in emails and text messages to all my friends and who knows what they'll do with them. Try me b!tch! :crackup:

Not for nothing but that is 12 year old mentality. Grow up. That is some embarrassing childish ish.

 

[VikingKing]

This sh!t happend to me once. I met this girl on myspace a few years ago (when it was popular still)

This girl was driving 45 mins 3 or 4 times a week to fvck, and we would hang out also sometimes. I think she really liked me, but somthing seemed weird. She kept getting these calls and would always silence them. After a while i said "hey, its ok if you answer your phone in front of me, I wont be offended" she still didnt.

One day we were going back to my parents to drop me off, and I said "look, I dont think this is going to work out....bla bla bla" She started crying, lol.

well I left my wallet in her car. So I called her the next day, no answer, left a message to let her know. Didn't hear from her for so I called a couple more times and texted her.

Stupid b!tch. Well then one day i just kept calling, lol. She finally after two weeks answers her phone and dropped it off.

Its ok. I called her after me and my gf i started dated after her broke up, she drove down that night and i banged her.

what a slut, and a dumb one.

People need there god damn wallets.

 

[PlayHer Man]

Not for nothing but that is 12 year old mentality. Grow up. That is some embarrassing childish ish.

White Knight much? :crackup: :crackup:

You can say smoking pot is childish too. Who am I trying to impress exactly? Some abusive b!tch?

 

[CrimsonPanther]

Good story.

When you have your sh!t in a plates/women's apartment and she won't let you get it.. few things are more infuriating.

This is why you should always take naked pics of 100% of the women you f*ck and SAVE THEM. I do this in case some c*nt tries to blackmail me in some way. Wanna f*ck with PlayHer Man? Then all these pictures of your naked p*ssy will be sent in emails and text messages to all my friends and who knows what they'll do with them. Try me b!tch! :crackup:

this cracked me up lol :crackup:
it is EXACTLY what i do. i do it even to potential lays / plates. they all have notebooks with webcams. and i am software engineer. i guess you can deduce the rest

yeah, i am immature. but i have fun though