How To Get Flown Out Like A Bad Bitch: Rules For Finding A Zaddy

How I Get Flown Out For Free

Once upon a time there was a young woman who loved long distance relationships.

There were 2 reasons for this:

The first was because she didn’t want folks all in her face every day asking her to bring them food and shit.

The second was because she loved to travel.

She became an expert on the “FLY OUT” and is anonymously providing tips and pointers on “How to Get Flown Out like a Bad Bitch.”

I’ve flown to 6 countries (Puerto Rico, Spain, Italy, Greece, Israel, Japan) and numerous cities (Miami, Detroit, Chicago, Los Angeles, New York City, Houston, Atlanta) to visit baes. I knew these men before getting flown  out and was at least “talking to” each one of them.

My First Fly Out

I was a freshman in college. I met a man who played professional sports when he was visiting the town my university was in. We hit it off instantly, and he immediately asked when I could come see him. A few days later, he sent a text asking for my full name, date of birth, and email address. In just 20 minutes, I received an email confirmation for a first class flight.

I told him I wouldn’t be comfortable staying with him since we’d just met a few days before, so he booked and prepaid a room for me at the W. The day I arrived, he was there waiting to pick me up. Over the next 2 days we went to eat, shop, and just had a great time. We didn’t have sex, either.

I want to be sure to mention that while many people think you “have to” put out when you get flown out, that is not true!

You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. EVER. If you want to, great, I hope its orgasmic. It didn’t happen on my first fly out, and several others.

My Worst Fly Out

I was got flown out by a guy who ended up having a long-term girlfriend. YEARS. They were long distance, and I had no clue about her. We would talk on the phone and text all day (don’t ever let anyone tell you they don’t have time to cheat lol smfh), and I went to see him a few different times.

The first time I stayed in a hotel, which was in an area with lots of shops and restaurants. The next two, I stayed at his condo, which was in the same area. Each time he would leave me cash and a car to drive while he went to practice. The last time I flew out to see him, I came back in from shopping and he was already home… on Skype with the girlfriend! He slammed the computer closed but I had already seen her face. WHOMP. I wasn’t set to leave for another 2 days, so I called a cab (this was pre-uber) and went to the airport. I paid the change fee to fly home right then, and took my ass home.

This brings me to my FLY OUT RULES.

Get Flown Out Rule #1: You never pay for your own flight.

Ever. Not half. Not an eighth. He wants to see you, he pays, or brings his ass to wherever you are. Secure the entire round-trip, first-class flight!

Get Flown Out Rule #2: Have your lodging secured before you land.

Are you staying with Zaddy? Is he getting you a hotel? Have that ish figured out. If he’s getting a hotel, make sure that it is ALREADY PAID FOR, either by him paying upfront, or by him sending you the cash (Cash App, Venmo) to get it. None of that “pay at check-in” or “we’ll figure it out.” Make sure it’s in an area where there are things to do when he has to go to practice or work or whatever.

Get Flown Out Rule #3: Always have backup money.

Bring a credit card. Flight change fees or a hotel in case you go visit an undercover Patrick Bateman can be expensive, but necessary if shit goes south on a Saturday and return flight doesn’t leave until Tuesday.

Get Flown Out Rule #4: 2-3 days is long enough for a flyout.

You stay too long, and soon he’ll be thinking “Damn, when is this bitch leaving? I won’t need to fly her out again for a long time.” That’s not what we want! Get in, have a lot of fun, get out. Make him wish you were staying longer, not that you were already gone.

Get Flown Out Rule #5: Some zaddys will let you bring a friend on the flyout, especially if they will be busy working during the day. 

I know some chicks who mess with married men, so they have a friend come along so she can have company while he’s with his family. I don’t play that shit, though. I don’t want that kind of karma.

Otherwise, this is always fun. But make sure your girl is not an attention whore, annoying, or just extra. She should know her place. This is YOUR zaddy and she is just along for the ride. I’ve accompanied many a lady on their flyouts. You get to travel for free, go to games/clubs/concerts, and maybe even meet a homeboy. I have met a zaddy this way.

Rules On Being A Fly Out Friend

I flew to New York with a girlfriend of mine who had a boo playing on a football team there. I knew I was just the tag-along. Be cute, but not attention-seeking cute. No resting bitch face, say yes to everything you’re asked to do (e.g. go for a walk so they can have alone time, whatever.) Then this can lead you to the next zaddy.

For example, while we were there we went to a game and afterward in the friends and family area, her zaddy introduced me to a teammate. He came to dinner with us that night, and we exchanged numbers. The rest of the time I was there, he made sure to be around. We went to the mall and he offered to buy me a few things but I said “no” (don’t be a greedy bitch when you first meet a zaddy), mainly because I didn’t really know him, but also because I wanted him to fly me out on his own later, and we could shop then…

And that’s exactly what happened 2 weekends later.

If you’ve checked everything off this list, then you’re ready to go.

Have fun on your #FlyOutFriday.

Also, if you feel like people will judge you, they will. But go forth and flourish on the beach while bitches be hating from their couches.


Anonymous Bad Bitch

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12 thoughts on “How To Get Flown Out Like A Bad Bitch: Rules For Finding A Zaddy

  1. LOL.
    My Zaddy Experience:
    An Italian guy does this for five years do this every summer for me. I’ve been to Florence every summer since 19. At times he will drop into my city. I was hesitant at first. It took 2 years of constant communication (texts and video calls) to make me feel comfortable enough to go to see him. I won’t lie. We did have sex the first night of me showing up; however, he is cute, in shape, quiet and a few years older than me (5ish). He likes to say I love you but and I do care for him but I think his interest is because he feels I’m “exotic”. I haven’t zaddied with more guys than him although I’m learning Chinese and a Zaddy from China wanted to hang out. I also met a few Spanish and South Korean offers. I like languages and so I meet them through exchange. They all start with friendships with tension, however I never pursued them like I have with the Italian guy. If you do this, please stay safe and tell people where you are going. Also make sure you have a backup plan, don’t be reckless. Too many weirdos.

  2. First of all, I am in awe of your bravery and your ability to life fearlessly!!!! I love you and I read this entire blog post thinking “OMG what am I doing with my life?!!?!?!? How do I go back and life lke this or tell these tales….better yet how can we paper back these tales? *googles how to publish a book about zaddy and securing the bag*
    On a more serious note, I was in college and fresh out of a 4 year relationship when I first got the “Fly Out” request. In all my heartbreak, I hesitantly accepted and went to south beach to meet Jamaican (that is what I called him). He was a party promoter for most of the big clubs down there, but mainly King Of Diamonds (KOD). If you don’t know KOD, then you’ve never been to real strip clubs. Anyhow, the party promotion was a front as I will soon find myself in rooms with cocaine(real white ass stuff like flour) and half naked girls (mostly skinny 38B bobs bitches) and my Godly Jamaican man. This man had perfect 6 packs like those infomercials about being fat and suddenly turning sexy. I mean sexy like white Jesus in those Biblical movies. He just paraded me around his cocaine room and called me empress. I am not sure he ever said my real name. I am laughing right now at how brave I was then and naïve, but mostly because I never felt scared at all. I spent all but two days with my Jamaican Zaddy and he never even ask for sex. I got to lay up on washboard abs and play in his locs. He wanted me on his arms for the weekend dressed in the tightest black dresses (he bought then with a pair or red shoes that ere tight, but I woee them anyway cuz they were cute!lol) and smiled when he introduced me as “his new girl”. I flew back to school and attended regular classes like I was not right in the middle of Miami drug life all weekend. I stayed in touch with him for a while, but I am a helpless romantic and he just wanted a new girl every weekend- The end.

  3. I do not have enough charisma for this shit. Obviously something needs to change. I need a diving zaddy so I can hit up the diving sites around the world 🌎

  4. I am a black woman from the Caribbean, 40 years old, divorced with a 15 year old daughter and I have done this, I do not have sex with the men either, we have great conversation and new experiences for me because I was not allowed to travel in my previous marriage, he was very controlling and abusive and now in my 40’s I feel free to be me and explore and I have a variety of men that want to pay for it, all they ask is that I have dinner with them at night, the days are for me to explore the country I’m in. I really enjoy it.

  5. I definitely experienced a few “flown out” weeks pre-married life. I met this guy on Black People Meet (is that still a thing, lol?) who was visiting my city. We went out, hit it off and stayed in touch for several months. Next thing I know, he’s asking if I want to meet him in Montreal, and the flight confirmation comes through soon after. We had an incredible time together. I had one more fly out with him, but crazy emails sent to me from his baby mama certainly soured the whole thing. Issa hard NO with that mess.

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