The other day I was at this lunch-type bar downtown and had a similar experience. A woman I decided to hit on was with 3 others. She wasn't the "alpha" b1tch of the group, and if they were hungry, I didn't think I had any chance to pull her away from the henhouse. So I waited for her to go the the bathroom and made my move when she was returning.
The others must have seen what was happening b-cuz all of a sudden she's getting texts every few seconds. She can't resist, and her attention is completely distracted. She wanders back to her group completely oblivious of anything else. All 3 had their phones out, so it was obvious where the texts came from.
I'm from the generation before pagers and cell phones. It's just plain disgusting to me that c0ckblocking can be done by remote control to the Borg Attention Implant. I'm seriously thinking about buying one of those pocket cellphone jammers. I mean it. I could just carry it around in my jacket, and leave it on until my business is completely finished with the woman and I'm back in my car.
Pretty much anyone nowadays is far more likely to put the in-person conversation on hold and prioritize answering the phone. That's just rude. It might be more rude to jam communications, but hey, all's fair in love and war.
BTW, if a personal cellphone jammer is the answer found in other threads, I apologize in advance. (Kinda doubt it will be, though.)
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I am not her man. She can't stand the thought of me touching her. She's dripping with other men's semen. She is ashamed to be seen with me. She never misses an opportunity to disrespect me. Everything I do is wrong. I am the problem. She got what she wanted from me. She says "I hate you so much I could kill you." Going away forever will make her happy again. So I'm leaving her to her pumped-and-dumped lifestyle and leaving her bastard child fatherless. I'd be better off with no woman at all than wasting another second thinking about her. I learned from my mistakes and the next relationship will be done with planning for my happiness.