Well let's see. I get there, she suddenly says "Oh, I dunno about a relationship". Then it appears she roomed with a friend who proceeded to manipulate anything she hasn't manipulated, by try to come onto me then accusing me of trying to put moves on the other, etc and so on. And then to top things off, they had no problem in taking me to bars while they decided to go and chat it up with other guys. And the worst part? I was visually starting to show my anger and it was like they WANTED me to be that way since they just went about their way as if I was part of the furniture. By the time I finished taking my 4th flight and arrived back on the island and got to my condo, I simply buried myself under the sheets of my bed and hoped the man upstairs was merciful enough to let me die in my sleep and end the torment once and for all.
So no, I didn't get laid, but I got screwed plenty of times.
And Hawg, this would be nice and all if it didn't include another patch of bumpy road a few years ago in which I was engaged for 2 years to another woman who ended up cheating on me the whole time.