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Date 195: The Turkish Little Mama, A Plague of Evil

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A Lesson Of Learning When to Walk Away


This girl is a wild one and stressed me to all hell. Read carefully for this is an extremely cautionary tale that hopefully no man ever encounters on his oversea travels. I had matched this girl on OkCupid a few weeks before heading to Istanbul, Turkey. We texted a lot and shared lots of voice messages. She texted me so much I had to at times tell her to take it easy. It was almost like she had a strange short attention span, she’d quickly change topics mid text or convo, a bombardment of memes, texts and facts. She flat out told me she doesn’t want me or finds me attractive, to only admit a few days later that she finds me super "hot"and wants to fuck me. While I was writing this very blog late at night and running packages, she spammed me and blew up my phone begging for nudes and affection. She then started sending me a ton of stuff to which I didn’t have time to look but eventually I got around to it and eventually I gave up. I do my business and say I got to go to sleep. Strangely when I woke up, I had no messages from her, that “+9 messages' on Instagram was nowhere to be found. I didn’t think much of it and went about my day. Later that evening she told me she was sorry she didn’t reply that she was on a date. I’m thinking “a date?” Why would she just rat herself out like that? It was a blatant message to me. I’m over here shocked and bewildered that she texted me all her confessions, feelings, and nudes only to go on a date seven hours later. In which she admitted that she fucked the guy and that it was a perfect date on her end. That's the first red flag.




I did the math and from all our texts it was apparent she was talking to at least three guys, me included. I was just wondering when she found time to do all that when she was messaging me nonstop for days on end, taking 5 to 6 hours of my day. She hits me with “I was horny, sorry for leading you on and I’d understand if you don’t want to talk to me.” All this was 2 days before OUR date. As I was 2 days away until my flight to Istanbul. I shrug it off and prepare myself. I unfollowed her and this story picks up again in Turkey.


As I arrived at the airport, I decided to send her a message, and she responded immediately. I was only asking general questions, and that was it. The first day in Istanbul was pretty lit, it was party filled and there were many girls. I met quite a lot of people and we went club hopping in Taksim Square. On Day 2 of the Istanbul solo trip, I asked the Turkish Little Mama out. We met at Bagdat Caddesi, a nice strip of malls, stores and restaurants all outdoors. I hopped out of the taxi and she sneaked up behind saying things like you’re much skinnier than I thought you’d be. She herself was thick, in a good way and taller than I expected. We go out for drinks, beer and mixers. Of course, nothing in Turkey can even get me slightly buzzed, their drinks are all watered down and it’s laughable. Communication was a little rough at first, but as the night prolongs things get easier. Once again, the running gag of “this is not a date” is played on my end. We move to another bar where she rushes to buy some cigarettes and returns. I mention that she has to kiss me before she smokes. I pull out my American 5 Gum and we go at it. She’s one mixer and two beers in. We take a few photos and videos, and we have this beautiful discussion of oldies music. We have this little corner to ourselves at the bar and we're just sampling songs of old American music like "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" off our phones via Youtube, it was relaxing and refreshing. We get up to leave and she gets very touchy feely. Walking around with her, she’d grab my crotch, hold my hand tight and spanks my butt. On the street, she was stumbling around quite a lot. I forgot to mention, Turkish girls get drunk on very little. The whole country must've gotten used to those watered down drinks, even like their chips and sweets with significantly less sugar and salt, but I digress. We have a small dinner around midnight, and we take a taxi back to her place to drop her off, in the taxi she reaches into my pants, slowly but surely and starts feeling up on my dick inside the taxi! It was wild but she sent me a text long ago saying she’d do just that. I dubbed her the hand job little mama from that moment on. Now, she’s back home and I head back to my hostel. Now the whole date would have been fine but the bullshit rolls in again. I tell her what she already knows, that I'll have a private hotel room after my 4 days at the hostel are up. And she hits me with “I’m sorry I was drunk; I shouldn’t have done this or that…and she likes the other guy better, goodbye” blah blah blah. Read below:



Clearly this girl takes no responsibility for her actions, if she’s horny or drunk it's an excuse to cheat or lead on men or even worse. I asked if the other guy even knew about me and she said that he suggested she go see me to decide who she likes more. I called them both insane and crazy and they should be together. She tells me that she still likes the other guy more and that I should go find other people who’ll appreciate me more. So I did exactly that. This time I didn’t unfollow her. I let her look at my stories and adventures in Istanbul. Later I’ll date three more women in Istanbul, and she’ll at least see one date. Fast forward, two days before my departure I sent a message on Whatsapp saying that Istanbul was cool and I’m almost out of here. She then responds swiftly with deep apologies and regrets, saying that one day she would like to come to Miami and I’m like: please don’t come to Miami. She talks about how jealous she was when I was on a date with this one Turkish girl: who was asexual by the way, It was a platonic date but she didn’t know that. So I retorted : “at least I didn’t fuck her.” She apologizes more and more but I was like. Nah.





The Second Date


I figured if she met me again, romance would ensue since she had no self-control so I took advantage of that fact. I informed her I still had two days left and she immediately wanted to come over. I gave her the address of my place and within two hours she was at my hotel. And by the next hour, kisses and sex. And her asking for forgiveness and if we are cool. I said I’d think about it. From there on it was a lot romantic moments. Random kisses, hand holding and dozen dinners, lavish turkish breakfasts and more.





We had dinner three times, slept around, showered together, went to a nightclub: Monkey Istanbul and we generally enjoyed each other's company. The bullshit only came through text or telecommunication when we weren't in each other's presence; a common theme in my dating life. We went on long walks, had a wild taxi chase and public transportation adventures and slept in the same bed to wake up to hotel breakfast buffet. She’d spend the whole day and sleep over the night up until I got into the taxi and left for the airport. I guess she redeemed herself in that 24 hour time period, so I hoped. From my view, in her head, she just chose the easy route and chose a local over a foreigner, me. She told me that she might have caught deep feelings for me and she would only have 12 days with me. But her crude actions made it so she only had 2 and half days at best. Her overthinking before we even met was her undoing. Because it was then and there, she realized what amazing moments we could have had, the hostel adventures and all the friends I met, I could of brought her along on all those crazy night outs, double dates and group hangs. She never flat out told me that she stopped dating him, only that he didn’t want to go out with her on a specific day. My philosophy was at that point: well, I’m here for a good time, not a long time. I wouldn’t give her a chance to play with my heart strings. No, just by being the Man of 200 dates, by being myself and constantly attracting others was the only thing that was able to make her realize what she was about to lose and maybe we shouldn’t screw people over. I told her that she should never do that to any guy ever again, sorry for the “Mr. Perfect Date” guy, because she came to screw around with me for 2 days. A red pill example of taking a woman’s words with a grain of salt, their actions are quite louder than words. This was definitely a date for the books, a girl who makes you feel good and takes It away the next day, and the makes you feel good and takes it all away again.


I wish I could say the story ends there. But it wasn't even two days from when I left Istanbul and she's' back to fucking this other guy again. She tried to hide it but those long random days of silence pretty much were a hint, same as before.When I called her out on it, she admitted to it.



So here's a quick summary. We talk online and plan a date a week out. She fucks a guy two days before our date, then we go out on the 2nd day I'm Istanbul. She later goes out with that guy, two days after that. She then goes out with me two days before I leave Istanbul, and the fucks this guy two days later. So its, him, then me, then him, then me, then him and she would go for me again if I were present. She keeps texting me and spamming me but I leave it all on read. I tell her: you can't have it all! I'd say to her and Instagram and the whole world: that I'll patiently wait: because something good is coming for me. And I humbly wait for the beauty and grace of the 199th date. Even if my DM's are dry and I have no matches. The future has a beautiful way of showing me new opportunities in time.


The STD Scare


I wish I could put her behind me right then and there, but I couldn't. Because a week and a half later, my pee started to smell. Smell like what? It smelled literally like her vagina, her pussy. It was as If I was still in that hotel room in Istanbul. I googled "smelly pee" and UTI information came up, so I suspected that she was dirty, I then asked her if she had a UTI or a history of it. But she says she doesn’t, and I then ask her to get tested. She gets tested a few days later but she only takes the HIV rapid test, but she lies to me and says she got tested for everything. Later, she then says she's going to her hometown Balikesir, where the hospital wait queue is much shorter and she can take the appropriate tests. A few days after that she tells me she got tested for a UTI and the doctors said there was an infection, but they don't know what exactly and she was prescribed UTI medicine. At that point I went down to my local AHF center, and I got tested for myself. I couldn't believe a word from this woman who was pretty much a compulsive liar. I went down to the clinic and they took my pee, my blood, my saliva and even my poop (a rectal swab), I wanted to be thorough. She then begins to message me all these cute cat videos and tries to talk to me, but it's just nothing but arguments and regret on my end. She sends selfies, I just ignore them. She then tells me that she thinks it's Chlamydia and I tell her not to joke with me. She took the whole thing so casually, as if she knew she already had it.




She begins to tell me she is showing signs of an STD breakout and vaginal discharges. I knew if I got something it was 100 percent from her because the last girl, I was with was the Argentinian Little Mama from Mexico, 4 months prior in April and I had used protection, and also after the Argentinian Little Mama I had got tested and everything was negative. And here I was faced with the Turkish Little Mama who swears she'd only been with two people in the past two weeks. When I counted an extra man, and sure as hell the number could of been endless since she hasn't long gotten tested. So she says she will wait on my results. I just see it as a girl who didn't even try to get tested. On 9/27/2021, late at night as I'm taking a shower, I get a notification from the AHF Wellness Center. And my heart sinks, it’s the usual notification that reads: You have a new test result, log in to see. Well, I step out of the shower and put on some clothes. I take the shot glass and pour myself two shots of tequila. You know this serious when I drink out of a social environment, because I never casually drink. So, I log in and the website doesn’t hesitate at all. It says I’ve tested positive for Chlamydia Urine. But everything else is negative. So I message the Turkish Little Mama I show her my results and she is thankful because anything else could have been much more serious. But to me, she is way too lax and barely showed any urgency to get tested. I then accuse her of having deceived me so many times and potentially even already knowing she had chlamydia. I leave a ton of voice messages about how she was a big dating mistake, and I should have walked away sooner. I told her that I’ve finally have the strength to put this behind me. I block her on everything, this was long overdue and this time it sticks. This girl put my mental and physical health at risk. She'd be a threat to anyone if she ever got any modicum of money and left her small developing country. Take this as a lesson my men, to WALK AWAY, when a girl shows this many red flags of broken trust before, during and after a date. Don’t ever let that count get up to three like I did. The next morning, I didn’t waste any time and I got the antibiotics I needed. Good riddance to her, Chlamydia and all the Turkish Little Mamas. After seven days of antibiotics, it has all cleared up and the Man of 200 Dates seeks the 199th, the Brazilian Little Mama.


I'm sure she's probably reading this story over and over again. So this is a special line for you. It was fun but it could have lasted a lifetime, don't let this mistake define you and treat everyone as you would want to be treated. Peace.





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