I was playing some blackjack at Atlantic City with my dad, it was his birthday, and after a while they asked for my I.D. and I had to leave the table cause I'm 20.
So, I go up to the room, slide the card in, attempt to open the door, but it was locked from the top. The door opened 4-5 inches, and I could see my GF laying on the bed checking her phone thru the mirror by the door. (Yes, strong reflection skills).
She comes up and opens the door and I ask her what she was doing, and she says "I was sleeping". I love knowing everything and testing people for the truth. So, I walk towards her bed and try to look into her purse, and she just grabs me and says "I want to f*ck you", trying to make me go to bed and not check her purse. WTF, I'm no retard, and pussy is not in my priority list when I suspect my gf texting some dude.
What happened was she erased all the text messages (inbox/sent) but this dude texted her again but she didn't hear the phone. So I grab the phone and I ask her WTF she was doing... and she finally admits to texting this dude. Anyway, the text message was something like this "... If I was your BF. Good night beautiful, I'm going to hit the bed, sweet dreams." I knew this guy (25) was a pussy from "good night beautiful, sweet dreams."
So, I call up this pussy boy and leave him 2 messages, telling him to call me if he got the balls, etc etc. I never met this dude, but I know he's 25, but I got steel balls so age doesnt mean ****.
Next morning she gets a text "I'm sorry I texted you yesterday, tell your BF that I apologize to him also, I'll leave you guys alone" My alpha status has returned to normal.
Her BS reason to texting him (she initated it) was that after we sexed it up, I went downstairs to play blackjack instead of cuddling with her. I reminded her that we were at Atlantic City, and I wanted to win some $$$. Then she cried saying she was sorry, blah blah blah.