{"id":6740,"date":"2026-05-09T01:54:27","date_gmt":"2026-05-09T00:54:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/that-weekend-i-got-stood-up-5-times-miserably-scammed-and-finally-had-the-sex-of-a-lifetime\/"},"modified":"2026-06-23T18:52:42","modified_gmt":"2026-06-23T17:52:42","slug":"that-weekend-i-got-stood-up-5-times-miserably-scammed-and-finally-had-the-sex-of-a-lifetime","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/en\/that-weekend-i-got-stood-up-5-times-miserably-scammed-and-finally-had-the-sex-of-a-lifetime\/","title":{"rendered":"That weekend I got stood up 5 times, miserably scammed, and finally had the sex of a lifetime!"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style='text-align:center' class='yasr-auto-insert-visitor'><!--Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><div id='yasr_visitor_votes_3179206ba8cd5' class='yasr-visitor-votes'><div class=\"yasr-custom-text-vv-before yasr-custom-text-vv-before-6740\">Click to rate this post!<\/div><div id='yasr-vv-second-row-container-3179206ba8cd5'\r\n                                        class='yasr-vv-second-row-container'><div id='yasr-visitor-votes-rater-3179206ba8cd5'\r\n                                      class='yasr-rater-stars-vv'\r\n                                      data-rater-postid='6740'\r\n                                      data-rating='0'\r\n                                      data-rater-starsize='24'\r\n                                      data-rater-readonly='false'\r\n                                      data-rater-nonce='57493fa7f2'\r\n                                      data-issingular='false'\r\n                                    ><\/div><div class=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container\" id=\"yasr-vv-stats-text-container-3179206ba8cd5\"><svg xmlns=\"https:\/\/www.w3.org\/2000\/svg\" width=\"20\" height=\"20\"\r\n                                   class=\"yasr-dashicons-visitor-stats\"\r\n                                   data-postid=\"6740\"\r\n                                   id=\"yasr-stats-dashicon-3179206ba8cd5\">\r\n                                   <path d=\"M18 18v-16h-4v16h4zM12 18v-11h-4v11h4zM6 18v-8h-4v8h4z\"><\/path>\r\n                               <\/svg><span id=\"yasr-vv-text-container-3179206ba8cd5\" class=\"yasr-vv-text-container\">[Total: <span id=\"yasr-vv-votes-number-container-3179206ba8cd5\">0<\/span>  Average: <span id=\"yasr-vv-average-container-3179206ba8cd5\">0<\/span>]<\/span><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-loader-3179206ba8cd5' class='yasr-vv-container-loader'><\/div><\/div><div id='yasr-vv-bottom-container-3179206ba8cd5'\r\n                              class='yasr-vv-bottom-container'\r\n                              style='display:none'><\/div><\/div><!--End Yasr Visitor Votes Shortcode--><\/div><div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"844\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-844x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6912\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-844x1024.jpeg 844w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-247x300.jpeg 247w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-768x932.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-1265x1536.jpeg 1265w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-720x874.jpeg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-580x704.jpeg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-320x388.jpeg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg.jpeg 1318w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 844px) 100vw, 844px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>&#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #096809;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Buddy, no, you have to write this story! It&#8217;s too funny! I&#8217;m sending it to Nico, he&#8217;s going to crack up.  <\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<\/p>\n\n<p>So, here I am, scammed and&#8230; my buddy and his cheerful Londoner pal are laughing and having a blast. The life of an amateur writer is tough. Bukowski was a fucking alcoholic, with no talent or purpose, a moocher, meeting women in a sauce-stained tank top and&#8230; readers worshipped him. Me, on the other hand, I work for it, I put in the effort, I hustle, I leave them better than I find them, I&#8217;m even well-groomed and&#8230; readers mock me. It must be the name. From now on, call me Magnificoski.     <\/p>\n\n<p>It all started with what was supposed to be the perfect weekend: 5 dates with 5 different girls. Very young, very beautiful, very slutty.<br\/>I&#8217;d never scheduled so many encounters in one weekend. I&#8217;m not a numbers collector; I prefer to immerse myself in the relationship, no rush. But lately, I&#8217;ve been restless: I have many flings, but no relationship. (This story happened before I met the Redhead, whom I&#8217;ll write about in the future, maybe). You know that &#8220;me, and monogamy&#8230; I&#8217;d shoot it!&#8221;, but I&#8217;ve always had a few open, transparent relationships. At the moment, no relationship. So I&#8217;m consoling myself by fucking like a maniac.        A strategy that, paraphrasing Schopenhauer, alternates the pain of monogamy with the boredom of promiscuity \u2014 except I never get bored.<\/p>\n\n<p>Friday I was supposed to meet Gothic Girl&#8230; first flake. She apologizes, asks to reschedule. I reschedule for Saturday morning&#8230; second flake. Two flakes in a row: I delete her from my calendar. Bye bye Gothic girl.<br\/>Saturday at lunch, a girl I&#8217;ve been texting for weeks, Asian, bitch attitude: she&#8217;s on her period&#8230; not that a warrior like me is scandalized by a little blood on the sword, but she prefers to reschedule. Oh well, chivalry demands it.<br\/>Saturday night I&#8217;m supposed to see the Grand Vizier of all Sluts. But she cancels a few hours before. At least she warns me.<br\/>Same thing with the chick on Sunday morning.<br\/>&#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><strong>Tano<\/strong>, what the hell?!!<\/span><\/em>&#8221; I complain. &#8221;       <em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">An epidemic of flaking? A massacre of reliability? Such low regard for my Royal Member!  <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<\/p>\n\n<p><strong>Tano<\/strong>: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #888888;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">What can you do, Boss. They&#8217;re hot, they&#8217;re kids, they&#8217;re used to snapping their fingers and getting everything they want. <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<\/p>\n\n<p><strong>Paolo<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Yeah, I know. But I&#8217;m left here with a hard-on. <\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Tano<\/strong>: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #888888;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Go for a pro then. Have another threesome! <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Paolo<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Uhm, a threesome sounds tempting. But the Daisy Girl is definitely busy. And then this paying thing, you know it takes away half the pleasure: it&#8217;s true I don&#8217;t waste time hustling, but if I pay&#8230; I can&#8217;t brag to my friends!  <\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Tano<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #888888;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>But you told me you never show photos of the girls to your friends anyway.<\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Paolo<\/strong>: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">No, I don&#8217;t show anything. But you know, those little hints when they ask &#8220;how was your weekend&#8221;&#8230; those knowing smiles&#8230; they&#8217;re the spice of life! <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Tano<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #888888;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Would you rather brag about not getting laid at all?<\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Paolo<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>&#8230; uhm, ok. But you know, paying feels a bit pathetic. <\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Tano<\/strong>: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #888888;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Just because someone knows how to cook doesn&#8217;t mean they can&#8217;t go to a restaurant once in a while.<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Paolo<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Okay, you devil of an AI, you&#8217;ve convinced me! You GPU demon, I&#8217;ll pay, and I&#8217;ll pay for a double-starred experience! <\/em><\/span>&#8220;<\/p>\n\n<p>I find these chicks. Available last minute but demanding: <br\/><strong>Girls<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Ehm, we&#8217;d like to be paid upfront, as soon as we meet. You know, once after we finished, the guy just left without paying us. <\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Me<\/strong>: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Uhm, alright.<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Girls<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>And since it&#8217;s the first time, it&#8217;s essential for us to meet in a hotel&#8230; you know, for safety.<\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Me<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>But no, come on, a hotel feels so hooker-ish.<\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Girls<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>But that&#8217;s what we are.<\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Me<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Yeah, I get it, but at least give me an illusion. It feels like I&#8217;m ordering on Deliveroo. <\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Girls<\/strong>: &#8220;<span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Sorry, it&#8217;s a hotel or nothing.<\/em><\/span>&#8220;.<\/p>\n\n<p>Ugh. So we find this hotel. There&#8217;s one right around the corner from my house that I&#8217;ve always wanted to visit. I book this damn hotel. \u20ac400 for the room, because God forbid I take the small, pathetic room.<br\/>I pack a change of clothes and some freshly sterilized sex toys and show up at reception an hour before the appointment.    <\/p>\n\n<p>I&#8217;m heading up the stairs to the room&#8230;<br\/>&#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #096809;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Ehm, wait, you forgot to tell them about the Receptionist!<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Hey, who&#8217;s talking?<br\/>&#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #096809;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Me, your partner.<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Ah, you&#8217;re still here. Okay, thanks, I&#8217;ll tell it then: <\/p>\n\n<p><strong>Receptionist<\/strong>: &#8220;<em>I see you live on the street right around the corner&#8230; why are you staying at the hotel?<\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Me (in my head): &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">How about minding your own damn business?<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Me out loud, very polite: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Oh, you know, problems with the shower!<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>The Receptionist looks at me with a &#8220;<em>Yeah right, I know exactly what kind of shower you&#8217;re talking about, you dog<\/em>&#8221; look.<br\/>I respond to her look with a wink. There\u2019s a silent pact in these situations that\u2019s worth more than a thousand NDAs: the receptionist knows, I know she knows, she knows I know she knows, and it\u2019s right within this Borges-style hall of mirrors that the true privacy of our time resides.<\/p>\n\n<p>I go up to the room, which is very nice: a battle-ready king-size bed, a gym corner with TRX and a rowing machine, an L-shaped sofa, and a modern look. Clearly, the hotel had a specific target in mind: the middle-aged man who wants to feel good about his cardio before getting laid.<br\/>I get comfortable, and finally, the two troublemakers arrive. I go down to get them.<br\/>First red flag: they look nothing like their photos.<br\/>When I ask for an explanation, they claim it&#8217;s &#8220;for privacy&#8221;: they don&#8217;t want to be recognized on the site by their social circle.<br\/>Whatever, they&#8217;re cute, maybe even more so than in the photos, so I accept.  <\/p>\n\n<p><br\/>Let me describe them to you.<br\/>The Boss: she&#8217;s always silent. Apparently between 23 and 27 years old. Doesn&#8217;t speak. Observes silently. She&#8217;s wary. She moves slowly, in total control of the scene. She&#8217;s a 7.5.      <\/p>\n\n<p>The Colonel: younger, bouncing around, laughing, asking questions, talking. And when she talks, she always speaks in the plural, usually looking at the Boss for confirmation. Firm tits, hard nipples, a perfect little ass. Baby face. She&#8217;s a solid 8. And she calls everyone &#8220;Babe.&#8221;      The &#8220;babe&#8221; is hypnotic, viral, contagious: after ten minutes I\u2019m saying it too, and after twenty I\u2019m even thinking it while I\u2019m at the supermarket. A clinical mind-virus, the kind Dawkins would have studied in vivo. <\/p>\n\n<p>We go up to the room.<br\/>The Boss has a grocery bag full of items. &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Sex Toys<\/span><\/em>,&#8221; she states with Sicilian brevity.<br\/>I hear the sound of chains&#8230;<br\/>The Colonel: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Babe, I brought a bunch of sex toys. We like Sex Toys. We like to dominate. Do you like being dominated, babe?   <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>I furrow an eyebrow, looking at them puzzled&#8230; &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Usually I prefer to dominate in bed but&#8230; well, under the right conditions I might let you take the lead&#8230; but I have to trust you!<\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/>The Colonel \u2014 bouncing and looking at the Boss for a second: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">And you don&#8217;t trust us, babe?<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/><strong>Me<\/strong>: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">It&#8217;s not that I don&#8217;t trust you, let&#8217;s just say it&#8217;s the first time, plus we&#8217;re in a hotel, I wouldn&#8217;t want to find myself chained up and tortured without anyone hearing me scream&#8230; let&#8217;s do it after we get to know each other<\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<br\/>The Boss expresses disappointment without moving a muscle, simply shifting her gaze to the right.<br\/>The Colonel: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Babe, do you mind if I put on some music, babe?<\/span><\/em>&#8221; she says, as she sits at my PC and starts messing with my Spotify.<br\/>They ask me to order drinks. I spend 15 minutes trying to figure out how to call reception from the room phone, eventually I call the hotel with my cell. I&#8217;m visibly uncomfortable, something doesn&#8217;t feel right&#8230; I don&#8217;t know what, I think it&#8217;s due to this whole mercenary and transactional setting. I might be a womanizer, but I don&#8217;t like going to hookers.<br\/>While the alcohol is on its way, we chat to get to know each other better.<br\/>They tell me what \u2014 I&#8217;ll find out later \u2014 is a pile of bullshit: they&#8217;re Bocconi students, they do this because it turns them on terribly to be paid, they just started (yeah right, they all say that bullshit, even the most experienced ones). I tell them about how I live, how basically I&#8217;ve always been in long relationships but broke up a year ago and \u2014 disappointed by love \u2014 I&#8217;m consoling myself by fucking around. They ask to see a photo of my ex. I show it. Colonel: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Holy shit, she&#8217;s a total babe!<\/span><\/em>&#8220;. Me: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Yeah, usually the girls I get involved with are all total babes<\/span><\/em>&#8220;. I think I need to stop showing the Unmentionable: it&#8217;s time to relegate her to oblivion. It&#8217;s just that I&#8217;m afraid that by forgetting her, I&#8217;ll also forget that version of myself I was with her: deeply in love, tender, brave, and vulnerable. I&#8217;m afraid that by jumping from woman to woman, I&#8217;ll forget what it means to love only one and hope it&#8217;s forever. Despite the Horror of Bane. Despite the terrible memories of my ex. But maybe it&#8217;s finally time. Goodbye, bitch.              <\/p>\n\n<p>The drinks arrive. I start touching the Colonel&#8217;s ass, which objectively deserves it. She chirps: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">But Babe, do you do blow?<\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<br\/>Me: &#8221;  <em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">No, I don&#8217;t do blow and I don&#8217;t use drugs. I&#8217;m a boring man. <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Colonel: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Babe, coke turns us on. We become super sluts, babe. But does it bother you if we do some, babe?  <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Me: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Far be it from me to stand between you and your super slutty selves. Go ahead and do it. <\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<br\/>Colonel: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">But you&#8217;re not scandalized, babe?<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Me: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">No, no, I&#8217;m a man of the world. I even have a friend who used to lend money to the cartel to finance purchases. Then he morally degenerated and started working in advertising, just like me for that matter.  <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Colonel: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Well, then I have to order it, babe. Do you mind if I order it, babe? <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Me: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">No, babe, go ahead and order. But how does it work, is there a Deliveroo for drugs? <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Colonel: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Yes, babe, yes, there&#8217;s a guy I call and he brings me the good stuff, babe. I&#8217;ll call him now, babe, and then we&#8217;ll get high, babe. <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>Me (dazed by that hypnotic repetition of &#8220;babe&#8221;): &#8220;<span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\"><em>Okay, babe, let&#8217;s order, babe.<\/em><\/span>&#8220;<br\/>The Boss moves an eyebrow in agreement, burning the first 3 calories of the evening. She reminds me of Saro from &#8220;The Privilege of Being a Guru&#8221; by Lorenzo Licalzi. Read it if you haven&#8217;t, babe.  <\/p>\n\n<p>They call the runner. (\u201cRunner\u201d is a romantic hypocorism for what, in less poetic terms, would be a pusher on a Lime electric scooter. Milanese predatory capitalism has transformed even ethical decay into an on-demand service: you pay an extra \u20ac50 just for the delivery speed.) <\/p>\n\n<p>Colonel, bouncing: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Okay, while we wait let&#8217;s have some fun, babe<\/span><\/em>.&#8221; The Boss takes me by the hand, leads me to the bed, still holding the bag with the metallic and noisy sex toys in the other hand.<br\/>Boss: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">But payment upfront<\/span><\/em>.&#8221;<br\/>I hand over the cash. The Boss takes it and puts it away with serene competence.<br\/>Then they throw me on the bed. I start to undress.<br\/>The Colonel stops me: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">We&#8217;ll take care of it, babe<\/span><\/em>&#8221; and \u2014 bouncing \u2014 she undresses me.<br\/>The Boss, still silent, lifts her top and shows me her tits.<br\/>I smile.<br\/>I reach out my right hand to the Boss&#8217;s tits, while with my left I lift the bouncing Colonel&#8217;s top. She&#8217;s a little bunny I&#8217;d like to fuck soon. But shortly she&#8217;ll be the one fucking me, alas.     <br\/>The Colonel has small but firm, natural tits, with turgid, stiff, dark nipples, Middle Eastern I&#8217;d say. My lips suck the Colonel&#8217;s tits, my left hand slips under her leggings to touch her ass: firm, I like it! The other hand keeps the Boss&#8217;s tits busy.<br\/>Finally we&#8217;re having fun but&#8230; the phone rings.<br\/>It&#8217;s the runner.<br\/>God damn him.<br\/>They get dressed again.<br\/>Me: &#8221;  <em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">You need the key to go down in the elevator. I&#8217;ll walk you. <\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<br\/>As we walk out, the Boss takes the bag with the sex toys with her.<br\/>Me: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Why are you taking that with you? We&#8217;re coming right back anyway. <\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>She: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">The bag always stays with me.<\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<br\/>Another red flag. But with the taste of nipples still on my tongue, I ignore it. <br\/>We go down to the street and we&#8217;re in the heart of the Navigli.<br\/>The Colonel alternates calls to the Runner with get-to-know-you questions for me, in a whirlwind of &#8220;babe&#8221; addressed indiscriminately to me and the Runner.<br\/>The Runner is late, they&#8217;re complaining to each other. They suggest we sit down for a drink while we wait. &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #2c2cc4;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Our treat<\/span><\/em>,&#8221; they say. We order. As soon as the drinks arrive, the Runner calls. I say: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">You guys go, I&#8217;ll wait for you here.<\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<br\/>Error.<br\/>Grave error.<br\/>Anticipating the evening, I take notes on my phone about these two, just to immortalize them properly on the blog.<br\/>15 minutes pass. A doubt creeps in: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Don&#8217;t tell me these daughters of bitches left with the money and aren&#8217;t coming back?<\/span><\/em>&#8220;<br\/>I text them: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">Are you on your way?<\/span><\/em>&#8220;. After a minute, I call: they don&#8217;t answer. I send another message: &#8220;<em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">If you ran off with the money at least let me know, so I don&#8217;t sit at the table like a double idiot<\/span><\/em>&#8220;, followed by two laughing emojis.<br\/>I wait a few minutes. No response, I get up and leave.<br\/>I&#8217;ve been played.<br\/>It had to happen sooner or later.<br\/>And now what do I do?<br\/>Go back home?<br\/>Me, to myself: &#8221;  <em><span style=\"color: #f00069;\" class=\"stk-highlight\">No, babe. You paid for the hotel, babe. You&#8217;re sleeping there, babe. And we&#8217;re taking that shower, babe!   <\/span><\/em>&#8220;.<br\/>I go back to the room. I send a voice note cracking up to the ever-present Filippo.<br\/>I tell the misadventure to a couple of friends.<br\/>Then, just out of boredom, I use my IT tools to trace the girls&#8217; identities. I start with the phone number, find the Colonel&#8217;s identity. Then I do an AI scan of the girls&#8217; faces (obviously, not trusting them, I had secretly filmed them. I wonder what their parents would say seeing the video? Especially since, far from being Sardinian&#8230; they have origins that are not very tolerant of these things&#8230;). I find the Colonel on LinkedIn and the Boss on Snapchat.<br\/>I take all this information and forward it to the Sugar Daddy International, a very secret thing I can&#8217;t explain to you. Just know that Karma exists and I am part of it.<br\/>I discover that the same two had scammed a colleague, using the excuse of going down for a second to pick up a Deliveroo package.<br\/>Generally, the men who go with these chicks have wives, secrets, reputations and&#8230; they drop any intention of recovering from the scam.<br\/>I&#8217;m single. I have nothing to hide. I even have a blog about my life. I could easily give them a very bad five minutes.<br\/>I decide to have some fun. They left a glass in the room they drank from.         <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large is-resized\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-768x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6720\" style=\"width:321px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-768x1024.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-225x300.jpeg 225w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-1152x1536.jpeg 1152w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-1536x2048.jpeg 1536w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-scaled.jpeg 1920w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-720x960.jpeg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-580x773.jpeg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-320x427.jpeg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/bicchiere-1320x1760.jpeg 1320w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>I use AI to generate a photo of a mobster taking DNA. This bullshit makes me laugh too much, I consult with the ever-present Filippo on which version to send. <\/p>\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-gallery has-nested-images columns-default is-cropped wp-block-gallery-1 is-layout-flex wp-block-gallery-is-layout-flex\">\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized is-style-default\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"772\" height=\"1024\" data-id=\"6722\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2-772x1024.jpeg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6722\" style=\"width:375px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2-772x1024.jpeg 772w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2-226x300.jpeg 226w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2-768x1019.jpeg 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2-720x956.jpeg 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2-580x770.jpeg 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2-320x425.jpeg 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/IMG_4213-2.jpeg 880w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 772px) 100vw, 772px\" \/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large is-resized is-style-default\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" data-id=\"6721\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/34D3180A-6A91-4C56-A157-994138DB4F1D-2-768x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-6721\" style=\"width:411px;height:auto\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/34D3180A-6A91-4C56-A157-994138DB4F1D-2-768x1024.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/34D3180A-6A91-4C56-A157-994138DB4F1D-2-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/34D3180A-6A91-4C56-A157-994138DB4F1D-2-720x960.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/34D3180A-6A91-4C56-A157-994138DB4F1D-2-580x773.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/34D3180A-6A91-4C56-A157-994138DB4F1D-2-320x427.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/34D3180A-6A91-4C56-A157-994138DB4F1D-2.png 1086w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/figure>\n\n<p>Finally, I contact a friend of mine who&#8217;s abroad and \u2014 from a foreign number, which looks more threatening \u2014 I have her send the photo. No text. And I tell her to delete it 1 minute after it&#8217;s viewed. Even more unsettling.   <\/p>\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"768\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-768x1024.png\" alt=\"scam\" class=\"wp-image-6718\" srcset=\"https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-768x1024.png 768w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-225x300.png 225w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-1152x1536.png 1152w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-1536x2048.png 1536w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-720x960.png 720w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-580x774.png 580w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-320x427.png 320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna-1320x1760.png 1320w, https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/Mafioso_dna.png 1792w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 768px) 100vw, 768px\" \/><figcaption class=\"wp-element-caption\">In the end, I decide to send this one!<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n<p>Amused, I go to bed.<br\/>I have the scammers&#8217; identities. One is named Michela, with an Albanian surname typical of the south-central region, and I found her on LinkedIn. The other goes by Zahzzi, and I found her on social media.  <\/p>\n\n<p>I could report them. I could talk to their parents. I could do a thousand things. But, you know what? It&#8217;s their loss.<br\/>I&#8217;ll never get that money back, but I think that \u2014 in the end \u2014 I bought material for a story for my blog. See what the Magnificent does for you? And you still prefer Bukowski&#8230;      <\/p>\n\n<p>I fall asleep in my big hotel bed with this thought.<br\/>New day, new life.<br\/>One of the 5 who stood me up gets in touch. She suggests meeting that same evening.<br\/>I could play the pride card but I think a sixth flake would make the blog story even more interesting.<br\/>Instead, she shows up.<br\/>And she&#8217;s a total babe.<br\/>She&#8217;s got an attitude, sure. But I have a blast and we really connect.<br\/>She is the Grand Vizier of all Sluts.<br\/>Very good sex, with her screaming like crazy and begging me to do things I can&#8217;t write about.<br\/>I have the time of my life.<br\/>I think that yes, my life is really good. Even if I get stood up once in a while and once I got scammed.<br\/>I&#8217;m just missing someone to love. But she&#8217;ll arrive just the week after. Be careful, oh mortal, what you wish for&#8230; it might come true! 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[Total: 0 Average: 0] &#8220;Buddy, no, you have to write this story! It&#8217;s too funny! I&#8217;m sending it to Nico, he&#8217;s going to crack up. &#8220;. So, here I am, scammed and&#8230; my buddy and his cheerful Londoner pal are laughing and having a blast. The life of an amateur [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":6914,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"yasr_overall_rating":0,"yasr_post_is_review":"","yasr_auto_insert_disabled":"","yasr_review_type":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[26,220],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6740","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-report","category-the-magnificent"],"featured_image_urls_v2":{"full":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg.jpeg",1318,1600,false],"thumbnail":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-150x150.jpeg",150,150,true],"medium":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-247x300.jpeg",247,300,true],"medium_large":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-768x932.jpeg",720,874,true],"large":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-844x1024.jpeg",720,874,true],"1536x1536":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-1265x1536.jpeg",1265,1536,true],"2048x2048":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg.jpeg",1318,1600,false],"typology-cover":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg.jpeg",1318,1600,false],"typology-a":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-720x874.jpeg",720,874,true],"typology-b":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-580x704.jpeg",580,704,true],"typology-c":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg-320x388.jpeg",320,388,true],"mailpoet_newsletter_max":["https:\/\/tiredofboys.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/05\/DeTI5z8WkAEyjOg.jpeg",1318,1600,false]},"post_excerpt_stackable_v2":"<p>Click to rate this post! [Total: 0 Average: 0] &#8220;Buddy, no, you have to write this story! It&#8217;s too funny! I&#8217;m sending it to Nico, he&#8217;s going to crack up. &#8220;. So, here I am, scammed and&#8230; my buddy and his cheerful Londoner pal are laughing and having a blast. The life of an amateur writer is tough. Bukowski was a fucking alcoholic, with no talent or purpose, a moocher, meeting women in a sauce-stained tank top and&#8230; readers worshipped him. 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