I get emails pretty often about women and their encounters with athletes. Most of the time, I feel like they are just venting and then there are other times they want their stories told.
Rarely do I post the stories, mainly because I don’t see the relevance, but every once and awhile I think a story can be used as a teaching tool.
This is one of those stories. It is about Nuggets Center JaVale McGee and a woman Ayana Marie he met five months ago. There isn’t any exposing or anything, just a life lesson learned that I believe some ladies can find useful. I’ll let her tell the story and my thoughts are in BOLD.
I know any time a woman says that she never has dated an athlete and she isn’t that type of woman it throws up all types of red flags.
I am not going to say that.
I have had athletes trying to get with me since I was 18 years old and although I had never been intimate with on, I have dated rappers and high profile people in the past.
I have been in World Star Hip Hop videos and some may consider me a Vixen, but all I ask is that you listen to my story, because it isn’t about exposing, it is about possibly helping someone in the future.
Well, at least she put all her information up front. A lot of women try to play the Evelyn Lozada card and ignore their past. That kills your credibility. If you just own up to your past people will take you more seriously. We all have a little dirt under our fingernails, better to get a manicure than just wear OJ gloves all the time.
I developed a friendship with Denver Nuggets center Javale McGee.
Probably her first mistake right there, this is Javale McGee we are talking about. Thinking he would be rational about anything wasn’t the best way to start off a friendship.
It started like I assume most friendships start between athletes and women these days via Twitter. This wasn’t unusual I have a lot of athletes DMing me and most of the time I just ignore them, but he persisted and eventually DMs turned into texts, texts turned into Skype sessions.
Twitter is better than Tebow errr ChristianMingle.com. Not just for athletes for everyone. Why go out and take your chances in the club when you can camp out in DMs from the comfort of your own couch. Drinks are cheaper too. For athletes it is literally like having a buffet of women to choose from. As long as they don’t go Ray Allen it is a win/win.
I felt sort of sorry for him because people say he isn’t the brightest guy and would talk about how lack of basketball skills on the court. It may not hurt his feelings, but as my friend, I felt for him.
Those people were right….
I saw a more human side of him and honestly people have made fun of me in the past, so I understood what he was going through and we had that in common. He’d say very sweet things, even made a picture of me once. I have confided in him, trusted him with personal information etc.
Me and my grandmother would pray for him to have good games, we even Skyped once while my mother was room singing for us and in general we were getting along. He would text or Skype right after games to tell me how he was feeling. It was really sweet. If he’d go out to a club, I’d would try to make sure he was safe returning home, had a designated driver and etc. I work a lot and long hours so trying to stay up was not an easy feat and although he didn’t ask, I cared enough to do it. Just because a person has money does not always mean they have a driver when going out.
You ever wonder why a lot of men prefer to text over talking on the phone? You can text several women at the same time, while playing Madden and eating McDouble. You can’t do that while you are on the phone. Also, we just don’t want to talk to you, we are just texting waiting on the naked pic. You have been warned ladies (and fellas).
He would ask me constantly to see him, but I declined mostly because of work, but also because I was leery because “groupie tales,” I read.
Ironically me and Javale laughed at a couple of groupie stories on BlackSportsOnline. One about a girl going to Vegas and getting arrested and another about a girl just who was flown out and just got Salisbury steak.
You guys remember that story about the woman who took a one way flight to Vegas, the athlete didn’t like what he saw and left her. The woman was devastated and ended up for getting arrested for trying to beat up a security guard at the pool. Yeah that was funny.
Javale said we would never be like that, but that was obviously a lie.
After 5 months I finally agreed to meet him on August 8th. I waited that long to be sure that he wasn’t just looking for a jumpoff. I also thought this was a big deal for him because according to Javale he doesn’t fly “bitches,” out in the offseason.
Doesn’t fly out women in the offseason??
My flight was delayed, so I got there late, I was hoping to have some time to chill, but as soon as we got inside the room he wanted to sex.
Eventually, we did have sex and I sort of understood since he had waited 5 months to see me, but he immediately started acting odd.
He decided to sleep on the couch instead of the bed with me.
He also said he had practice early in the morning and when I awoke he was already gone.
He came back midday, once again said he was tired and was going to take a nap. That was fine I went to take a walk, but to my surprise while I was walking around I see him outside walking as well.
When I got back to the room he had bought Chipotle for himself and none for me. Petty as it may seem, it’s the little things that count. Once again I thought his behavior was cold, but I was really trying hard to make this work, even though he was acting like he didn’t really want anything to do with me.
Fellas, if you get bags of Chipotle, be sure to hide it because women are serious about their Chipotle.
He claimed he had to go to practice again and that he would be back later. Again, I was left in the room with nothing to do but wait on him.
When he came back he wanted to have sex again and I agreed, I assumed after that since he hadn’t taken me out all day we would go to the movies or do something besides just having sex.
Again I was wrong.
I would estimate 95% of “Fly out” are just for sex.
He said he was “tired” again and didn’t want to go out, instead he went to get a haircut, by then I was starting to see the writing on the wall and left the room.
I was invited to a party, but I wanted to go out with Javale so I went back upstairs to try one more time. He noticed my outfit, but still did not want to go out because, “It was too hot.”
Javale was making more excuses than Romney at an IRS audit. Ladies if your athlete doesn’t want you to leave the hotel, just understand to them you are nothing but a call girl with a Twitter account. No matter what they said to get you there, if a man likes a woman he wants to show her off, if he has another woman or just wants to keep her as concubine, he won’t leave hotel with her.
At this point I was getting more annoyed and he still refused to go anywhere outside with me. I asked him, ” Why didn’t you just get a prostitute?” I told him that wasn’t why I came and we shouldn’t communicate anymore because I am not a jumpoff.
He obviously didn’t want to deal with me anymore at that point, told me he was getting me my own room and that most athletes would just kick me out. He called downstairs and got me a room that would ready in 15 minutes. I even had to demand that he see me to my room.
At this point I acknowledged I could have expressed my disappointment with him in a less argumentative way, I felt bad about the fight so I apologized to him and had sex with him again- which was stupid.
In retrospect that probably did make me look like I was ok with just having sex and being treated a certain way. I admit to that.
Cold World, but at least she acknowledges the mistake.
The reason I say that is because when I went back home, I never got a good bye text or a call to make sure I made it home safely. My birthday was the next day and I heard nothing from him.
I became one of the girls from the groupie tales.
For 5 months Javale Mcgee and I were friends. I really cared about him, but in 3 days he showed his true colors.
I definitely have zero desire to ever be with a professional athlete again. It’s not worth it. I was a very good friend to Javale and he was a complete jerk. We were strictly friends, he never stated he wanted a relationship, nor did I, but friends don’t treat friends like trash. Had he been honest and not acted like he cared about me for the last 5 months then there would be no story but he didn’t. I was strictly sex to him. As a woman, I rather have been treated this way by someone who I didn’t consider a friend as oppose to a person I did. He tried to make the argument that he’s never even called a woman a bitch to her face before but he refers to woman as bitches all the time and every time he did I’d correct him. He didn’t have to say anything disrespectful to be deemed disrespectful; it was all in his actions.
Hopefully my story will help other women think harder about being flown out by not just athletes but anyone. You can be the most beautiful woman in the world and get dismissed after they’ve gotten what they want and remember they make money from playing a game but the games don’t necessarily stop once the buzzer sounds.
Not worth it.