She Slept with Him for 5k and Had No Clue

When “Love at First Sight” Comes with a Price Tag (and What a Tag!)

Oh, love… That thing that makes our hormones do backflips and sends our common sense on vacation. But what if I told you my bestie’s fairy tale was actually an adult film disguised as a rom-com?

My girl, head over heels for three years, finds out her Prince Charming was actually a frog with a fat wallet. And get this — the jerk bet five grand he could get her in the sack! Yep, folks, love’s got a price, and apparently, my friend was on clearance!

The bomb dropped during lunch. Her coworker, all jittery, spills the tea: “Your boyfriend? That dude bet he could nail you in less than a month.” BOOM! It was like watching a stripper jump out of a cake, except instead of fun, there was just trauma.

Let’s rewind to the scene of the crime. Three years back, in a bar crawling with horny college grads. My friend, looking fine, probably in a dress screaming “I just graduated, someone hire me… or buy me a drink!” And in walks Mr. Smooth Operator, with a smile faker than a three-dollar bill.

While she was dreaming of their first kiss, his crew was placing bets like they were at an underground casino. “Hundred bucks says she falls for his BS,” “Two hundred says she slaps him,” “Five hundred says she takes him home.” And…