It's OBVIOUS that my only REAL blog friends are TM and Toya, thanks ladies.
LOL...now that I'm done with that, I say we get to todays post. Yesterday, I mentioned that technology would be the end of the player and I'm right. Think about it. As technology advances, there are less ways to lie, and more ways to get caught up.
Back in the day, there were no cell phones so you couldnt really keep tabs on anyone. Pagers worked to the advantage of players bc they could assign codes to their different chix. Plus, with a pager they could call you at their convenience. Now we have the ability to IM, Text, Call, Voicemail, Snailmail lol...there are all different kinds of ways to catch a player. Not to mention Facebook...oh lord, Facebook could be the destruction of a whole damned relationship! Everybody knows somebody on Facebook. They know when you break up, make up, they know when your relationship is complicated or totally nonexistent....to a player, facebook is prolly the devil. Just the pictures alone will catch a player up on Facebook. Once people start taggin the pix, its a wrap.
Technology is how I caught my douchebag of an ex boyfriend creep creepin. I logged into his Tmobile account and accessed his tmail email account and BAM! information overload...I got the screen name and password to Blackplanet, SinglesMeet, AdultFriendFinder, and...wait for it.... HORNY MATCHES.COM!!! lmao...Yes, this ho has a hornymatches profile. AInt that just nasty? He sexin random chix off the innernets? Which aint make me do difference bc we broke up in June but I stopped kcufing him in February (which has nothin to do with why he cheated bc I found out (via his calendar on his sidekick) that he had been messin wit his new girlfriend since November of last year...anyway, back to waht i was sayin...) plus i BEEN tested and screen for STD's when all the Cancer ish happened, but maybe i should send him a lil text suggestin that he do that, no? On top of all the screen names to his lil nasty pages, i saw the emails that him and his new chick had been sendin back and forth about how they loved each other and missed each other, woo woo whatever *stickin my finger down my throat*. So upon further inspection, I got her work/home address, work/home/cell number, work/personal email and last but not least, her facebook account*. Yes, all that...
So you see how technology can get a nagga found out? Mhmmmm. And I dont play either, cuz just like Anthony Anderson said in Two Can Play That Game, "The CIA...aint got SHIT on a woman wit a plan..."
Remember dat,
pink.
- *Not that I would do anything with it, cuz my name aint Jasmine Sullivan, I'm too grown and classy for mess like that. But I'm sure that him knowin that I have all that info made it a lil hard to sleep the first couple weeks after we broke up...
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