Girl says she’s pregnant with my child, I block her

Throwaway account for obvious reasons. I’m fairly sure this girl isn’t ACTUALLY pregnant, but I wanted to share just in case this is a tactic used to enter someone’s home.<br><br>So, this morning, I get a call from a blocked number. I let it go to voicemail. I don’t answer blocked numbers because I get a lot of robo-texts and I’m not trying to verify that I’m an actual human. <br><br>About 20 minutes after that, I get a text message from this girl that I hooked up with for the first time a few weeks ago. The text goes like this: “I need to tell you something, but I can’t tell you over the phone. Please unblock me.”<br><br>I’m thinking most of the men here know where this is going. Back when I met this girl, we were at the bar and we were low-key flirting, but it was nothing serious at that point. It was a Friday night and I was getting ready to close up and go home. She walks up to me at my bar and asks me if I can help her to her car because she’s scared. I thought she was messing with me to be honest, but she pointed to this suspicious guy standing outside the front door. I look out and I’m thinking the same way she is...that dude is sketchy. So, I do what any decent man would do, and walk her to her car. I give her my number and she gives me hers. She’s a cute girl and I’m thinking nothing could ever go wrong. <br><br>Fast forward two weeks, she texts me and asks me to come over to her place. I go over, and we get to talking. I find out we have a lot in common. She’s super smart like I am, and we both have the same interests in video games. We play a few rounds of Overwatch and then get bored with it. Then, we decide to get bored in other ways, so we hook up. Nothing weird happens, other than her asking me to choke her. I have no problem with that, as long as she’s enjoying herself, then that’s all that matters. She tells me to be rough with her, so I turn her around and put her hands behind her back so she’s helpless. She tells me to pick her up, so I do that and she’s still helpless. I tell her to look at me and we do the stare-down thing for 15 seconds. There’s no red flags up to this point.<br><br>It’s 3am and she asks me if I can stay the night. The only way I’m staying the night is if we have sex again, and she agrees. I’m thinking she’s actually really cool, and she’s got a bit of a wild side. The next morning, we wake up, have a glass of wine, and then I head on my way back home. She says she’s going to be the “girlfriend type.” I don’t really think much of it, and we text each other throughout the day. <br><br>5 days pass and we’re still talking. I’m thinking we’re good. Then, I get a call from an unknown number and it’s her dad. He asks me if I know who he is, and I say no, but that I think I’m about to find out. He tells me that his daughter isn’t stable and that he hopes I haven’t gotten too close to her. He asks me if I’ve hooked up with her, and I tell him yes. He tells me she has a history of getting pregnant, and then telling the guy it isn’t his baby. <br><br>I’m thinking this is some bullshit, but then he emails me a link to a news report. Lo and behold, she was arrested for breaking and entering. The headline is “Girl breaks into the home of a man she says is the father of her child and steals over $10,000 worth of electronics and jewelry, along with killing a dog because she was angry that he wouldn’t open the door.”<br><br>I’m thinking holy shit, this can’t be real. So, I scroll through and find her Facebook page. There are pictures of her baby, and she’s got a bunch of posts like “I’m gonna miss you,” and “your memory will live on,” and other bullshit like that. I click on the picture of the baby, and I see this post: “This is the result of a one night stand. Please be careful who you have sex with ladies and gentlemen, because you never know what kind of baby you’ll be having.”<br><br>I’m like holy shit, that’s her right there. I think back on my time with her, and I’m trying to remember if she did anything at all that I didn’t like. I don’t remember anything that raised a red flag, but at the same time, I wasn’t thinking she was pregnant when we hooked up. I’m not worried about that part, I’m just worried about the breaking and entering part.<br><br>I text my lawyer to see if I can get a restraining order. He says it’s not that easy to get one, and that I need to get a police report. I call the police and explain to them the situation. They tell me to come down to the station and they’ll let me know what to do.<br><br>I go down to the police station and tell them everything...I explain how I met her, how we got to talking, and then how we hooked up. I tell them about all the stuff I found online about her breaking and entering and being arrested for it. I show them the post on Facebook about the result of the one night stand. They tell me that if she comes to my house and tries to get in, then call them immediately and do not try to stop her. I agree to that, and then head back home.<br><br>I didn’t hear anything from her for two weeks, and I was thinking she either got the memo or just decided I’m not worth it. Then, I got a text message that went like this:<br><br>“I’m not pregnant, but I better not find out you’re with another girl. You’re mine now, because I gave you my body and let you use it however you wanted, so don’t you ever get involved with someone else.”<br><br>I was thinking holy shit, I’m glad I didn’t give her my address. <br><br>Fast forward to this morning...I get the call from the blocked number. I let it go to voicemail. Then, I get this text. So, now I’m thinking that she might be planning on showing up at my house and saying she’s pregnant, because I’m pretty sure she knows where I work. For those who don’t know how I know, it’s because she told me how she found out where I work, so I can safely assume she knows. She said she’s going to come visit me at work, but she never has. <br><br>Anyway, I’m thinking she might be planning on doing something crazy, so I block her number to be safe, and I’ll just have to wait and see what happens. I’m not going to be some schmuck who lets a crazy girl into his home, not today.<br><br>So, girl who says she’s pregnant with my child, let’s not meet.