Ok, but I want to clarify something. We are talking here about Miami Beach (South Beach). This is not Miami. What about some other non-hood neighborhoods in Miami itself (i.e. west of the causeway)? Same deal with girls?
I'm in Miami Bitch
Doesn't matter where you go in Miami. Some places may be a little different but overall you are dealing with the same women. You have to go out of Miami. As you move North the women start to improve...
Going to share some txt exchanges here. I sent this out to 26 girls. Combination of daygame, clubs, cupid and tinder prospects.
Word for word, so you can see what I'm dealing with;
me (mass txt): Hey *name*. I'm going to the xyz tonight. Would love to get togther"
hb1: "I would, but I'm in bed"
hb2: "I'm with my family. They'll be mad if I leave"
hb3: "I'm down. I'm not sure if you need reservations first?
15 minutes later
"oh no it's too gloomy outside!"
hb4: "my friend is with me, so anything would have to be with her too - which should be a pleasure, in my opinion"
hb5: "that's far"
me: "from where?"
"I live in brickell"
hb6: "sorry. I'm working till 11"
hb7: "Ummmm no. Lol I don't think this is gonna work out."
The rest haven't responded yet.
Word for word, so you can see what I'm dealing with;
me (mass txt): Hey *name*. I'm going to the xyz tonight. Would love to get togther"
hb1: "I would, but I'm in bed"
hb2: "I'm with my family. They'll be mad if I leave"
hb3: "I'm down. I'm not sure if you need reservations first?
15 minutes later
"oh no it's too gloomy outside!"
hb4: "my friend is with me, so anything would have to be with her too - which should be a pleasure, in my opinion"
hb5: "that's far"
me: "from where?"
"I live in brickell"
hb6: "sorry. I'm working till 11"
hb7: "Ummmm no. Lol I don't think this is gonna work out."
The rest haven't responded yet.
Quote: (12-30-2013 08:19 PM)Menace Wrote:
Ok, but I want to clarify something. We are talking here about Miami Beach (South Beach). This is not Miami. What about some other non-hood neighborhoods in Miami itself (i.e. west of the causeway)? Same deal with girls?
As you get away from the beach, the quality does go down.
I think your average Miami chick, non-Beach or Brickell, is Latin with a decent/cute face, but could stand to lose 15-20 pounds.
If you want to date girls, hit Broward, but if you want to hit the occasional really nice piece of ass, you're better off with Dade for that, but you can't go to big clubs thinking that's where chicks go when they want to get it in.
If it's a place that they won't be taking pics at for Facebook, that's a good start.
me (mass txt): Hey *name*. I'm going to the xyz tonight. Would love to get togther"
Right off, you're coming across like most men, i.e. too needy.
"Love" should never enter your text vocabulary.
Try this:
You: about to fuck this city up. heading to LIV to have an epic nite. join me.
One of the keys to Night Game is 'selling' an Experience with girls. Young, hot girls are ALL about having the best experience so they can brag to their friends. This is a fact.
You have to create the illusion, if it's not true, that you're going to have a ridiculous experience tonight and they should join you if they are down for some crazy fun shit.
Mix it up. Drop the grammar. Party chicks for the most part, do not respond to perfect texts.
Right off, you're coming across like most men, i.e. too needy.
"Love" should never enter your text vocabulary.
Try this:
You: about to fuck this city up. heading to LIV to have an epic nite. join me.
One of the keys to Night Game is 'selling' an Experience with girls. Young, hot girls are ALL about having the best experience so they can brag to their friends. This is a fact.
You have to create the illusion, if it's not true, that you're going to have a ridiculous experience tonight and they should join you if they are down for some crazy fun shit.
Mix it up. Drop the grammar. Party chicks for the most part, do not respond to perfect texts.
Man I never got this tough a vibe off Miami. Have you meet any other guys on the board CR? From all I've read off you it seems as if you know what you're doing but maybe it's time to let someone else analyze your game.
Quote: (12-30-2013 09:03 PM)McQueensPlayboyRules Wrote:
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Great advice, as always.
CR's text was a generic card board text.
Why would someone with options (which all attractive gives have) want to go with him?
I think many guys don't realize exactly how many options even a reasonably attractive girl has.
Every guy needs to go through a girl's phone. It's text overload exploding with offers from promoters for free tables, free dinners, etc.
Game is about selling ourselves.
Like it or not, dating is a human meat market.
I think even most red pill guys are in denial about this. We want to use women for sex and they want to use us for our bankroll/connections/personality/game, etc.
That doesn't make girls evil for using us or us evil for using them. It's just the way dating is.
We don't sell ourselves by writing the same bullshit everyone else has.
Unless you're a model, no one has any business sending the kind of text CR sent. What is so special about CR that a woman would want to join him rather than any of the 20 other guys hitting her up?
That's not a dig on you, CR, it's just a reality you need to understand.
You are not special. There's nothing so great about you that a woman is going to join you for a garden variety trip to some stupid club.
Your job is to become special. You become special by creating a fun vibe/experience and by knowing how to sell yourself.
Quote: (12-30-2013 09:09 PM)Vicious Wrote:
Man I never got this tough a vibe off Miami. Have you meet any other guys on the board CR? From all I've read off you it seems as if you know what you're doing but maybe it's time to let someone else analyze your game.
I heard the meetups down there were, well, you know..........
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Quote: (12-30-2013 09:03 PM)McQueensPlayboyRules Wrote:
You have to create the illusion, if it's not true, that you're going to have a ridiculous experience tonight and they should join you if they are down for some crazy fun shit.
Quote: (12-30-2013 09:20 PM)MikeCF Wrote:
Your job is to become special. You become special by creating a fun vibe/experience and by knowing how to sell yourself.
If I am understanding you guys correctly, a man reaches the highest levels of game when he goes from being "just another guy" to "larger than life" in the eyes of women.
@Mcqueen & @MikeCF - Even the regular girls I deal in here seem to think & act like party girls, so you may be onto something.
I had a conversation with Nomad77 tonight. I like the way he put it. To paraphrase;
Miami girls aren't that smart. They don't recognize high status unless it's blatantly obvious. ie. Flash. Both flashy symbols, and flashy game.
My shit is understated. Classic suit. I never talk details about what I have, or what I do. In New York and Europe, women quickly dial into subtle tells that I'm a global operator, who is doing me. I suspect it's getting lost on these women.
Gonna be more obvious tonight, and see how that goes over.
I had a conversation with Nomad77 tonight. I like the way he put it. To paraphrase;
Miami girls aren't that smart. They don't recognize high status unless it's blatantly obvious. ie. Flash. Both flashy symbols, and flashy game.
My shit is understated. Classic suit. I never talk details about what I have, or what I do. In New York and Europe, women quickly dial into subtle tells that I'm a global operator, who is doing me. I suspect it's getting lost on these women.
Gonna be more obvious tonight, and see how that goes over.
"My shit is understated"
^Dial it up.
If there's anywhere to brag (doesn't have to be vocal, can be through body language etc), it's in the club.
Good luck.
^Dial it up.
If there's anywhere to brag (doesn't have to be vocal, can be through body language etc), it's in the club.
Good luck.
Courage Reborn:
You're coming across as extremely honest in your posts and I know I and some other posters appreciate that. Don't take this the wrong way, but if you have 26 phone numbers from girls, contacted all 26 of them, and couldn't even get a date or a girl to go to a club with you, there is something seriously wrong, even with the generally high flake rate in Miami. If the weather is clear tomorrow, the beach should be packed. Go approach girls on the beach and go on an instadate with them. If you do that, you may see your response rate drastically change for the better.
You're coming across as extremely honest in your posts and I know I and some other posters appreciate that. Don't take this the wrong way, but if you have 26 phone numbers from girls, contacted all 26 of them, and couldn't even get a date or a girl to go to a club with you, there is something seriously wrong, even with the generally high flake rate in Miami. If the weather is clear tomorrow, the beach should be packed. Go approach girls on the beach and go on an instadate with them. If you do that, you may see your response rate drastically change for the better.
Quote: (12-30-2013 03:00 AM)jariel Wrote:
The big clubs are a waste of time if you aren't doing table service. Yes, that sucks, but you can only play the game since you're not in a position to change the rules.
What do you think the close ratio is of guys who pay for bottle service when you exclude girls the guy has already slept with & prostitutes? (in LV, watch the elevators after club close)
I've performed my best when someone I knew is buying, and there are girls that have some connection with them there.
Pretty well put. People here are all about flash, watches, cars, boats, bit loafers. They're either millionaires who can afford it or are up to their eyeballs in debt and should probably be castrated.
You won't win playing the subtle intellectual game here. I've spoken to girls about my travels and you can tell they're astounded I would spend money on trips instead of buying a new car.
Be a little more ostentatious and see how that works, good luck.
You won't win playing the subtle intellectual game here. I've spoken to girls about my travels and you can tell they're astounded I would spend money on trips instead of buying a new car.
Be a little more ostentatious and see how that works, good luck.
Quote: (12-30-2013 09:48 PM)Courage Reborn Wrote:
@Mcqueen & @MikeCF - Even the regular girls I deal in here seem to think & act like party girls, so you may be onto something.
I had a conversation with Nomad77 tonight. I like the way he put it. To paraphrase;
Miami girls aren't that smart. They don't recognize high status unless it's blatantly obvious. ie. Flash. Both flashy symbols, and flashy game.
My shit is understated. Classic suit. I never talk details about what I have, or what I do. In New York and Europe, women quickly dial into subtle tells that I'm a global operator, who is doing me. I suspect it's getting lost on these women.
Gonna be more obvious tonight, and see how that goes over.
Mcqueen's text is exactly something I would say, except it would sound more urban.
Me: "About to turn up. On the way to Liv. Come thru."
I keep texts really short. Instructions. Compliance. Anything more I pick up the phone.
Me: "About to turn up. On the way to Liv. Come thru."
I keep texts really short. Instructions. Compliance. Anything more I pick up the phone.
Quote: (12-30-2013 09:20 PM)MikeCF Wrote:
I think many guys don't realize exactly how many options even a reasonably attractive girl has.
This is very true, especially in today's America. Playa del Carmen might as well be the new Sobe because Sobe in this desert of a country is probably a giant "L" waiting to happen. Whether a guy gets laid or not, I doubt the experience lives up to the hype it once had.
Also, guys in Miami are well-known for dehydration. I've known girls that are not from there who tell me how much attention they get whenver they go there, as opposed to LA where dudes are very spoiled and could give a fuck about a HB since they're all over (west coast swagger).
Quote: (12-30-2013 02:54 AM)jariel Wrote:
Damn, NBC 6 showed some live footage of Courage on the beach...
Keep swinging, and as long as you're enjoying yourself, that's all that matters.
We're all here for you if you need some advice, I still don't know how long you're here for.
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Quote: (12-30-2013 09:41 PM)All or Nothing Wrote:
Quote: (12-30-2013 09:03 PM)McQueensPlayboyRules Wrote:
You have to create the illusion, if it's not true, that you're going to have a ridiculous experience tonight and they should join you if they are down for some crazy fun shit.Quote: (12-30-2013 09:20 PM)MikeCF Wrote:
Your job is to become special. You become special by creating a fun vibe/experience and by knowing how to sell yourself.
If I am understanding you guys correctly, a man reaches the highest levels of game when he goes from being "just another guy" to "larger than life" in the eyes of women.
From what I've been reading, CR is pretty excellent at pulling off that "larger than life" portrayal yet in a subtle manner in different settings around the world.
Guess he'll have to pull that off in a more "obvious" way in the Miami scene.
Quote: (12-30-2013 10:53 PM)TheChi Wrote:
Pretty well put. People here are all about flash, watches, cars, boats, bit loafers. They're either millionaires who can afford it or are up to their eyeballs in debt and should probably be castrated.
You won't win playing the subtle intellectual game here. I've spoken to girls about my travels and you can tell they're astounded I would spend money on trips instead of buying a new car.
Be a little more ostentatious and see how that works, good luck.
The other guys have already mentioned several points, but I'd just like to reiterate TheChi's point, which is, in general people in Miami, and women in particular, are not smart, and by this I mean, their intelligence is several points lower than the human average. Of course in a city of 3 million there are always many exceptions and this is a generalization, but most people here are simply dumb. I think this might be the dumbest city I've ever lived in. There is no appreciation for class, or subtlety or intelligence or for the "experienced world traveler" type of guy, it's all about the flash.
Quote: (12-30-2013 05:54 PM)TheMachinist Wrote:
South Beach is crawling with for real millionaire playboy types.Chicks get down there and see girls that they believe they look better than with some ballin' ass dude and all of a sudden they feel like they deserve the same.In South Beach you need to have MONEY or the APPEARANCE of MONEY to really even stand a chance in the long run.
Come on...I see this attitude when I go to any city, maybe to a lesser extent but still. SF, LA, Houston, NYC. Same shit...
Sync up with nomad77 @ cleavlander hotel. We kick it with some german blondes. His girl is cute. I'm grenade jumping the friend with a busted gum grill. Reminds me painfully of Tuths recent post. I can't look at this girl in the face for much longer. Thank god he number closes.
On the way out a guy in a tank top sees my suit and says, "yo dawg. Put me on,". I ask him what he wants to do. He doesn't know, but he wants to look like a boss. We bounce to mango's.
We kick it with 2 blonde brazilian lawyers from san paulo. Dance with them, but the vibe isn't sexual enough. His girl gets mad at him for dancing with another chick, and storms off the dancefloor. Funny shit. I'm not feeling the vibe enough. We bounce to mansion.
Better talent here. Meet lots of blonde german au pairs on holiday, living in the north east. Awful english ability. All are leaving the day after new years.
I got 5 phone numbers total tonight. Not my proudest moment, but. 2 germans and an austrian, who are engulfed in group think. Most promising is a blue dress Venesuelan, and Argentine. Both locals. Both asked me "what do you do?" as first question. I didn't hold back. Told them everything they wanted to hear. One said, "wow! You must make a lot of money!".
End of the night. I txt all 5 to meet me across the street at the late night taco place. 3 are already home. Venezuela wants to chill tomorrow.
Argentina says she'll be here in 15 mins...
It's 3:30am. Now I eat tacos & wait...
On the way out a guy in a tank top sees my suit and says, "yo dawg. Put me on,". I ask him what he wants to do. He doesn't know, but he wants to look like a boss. We bounce to mango's.
We kick it with 2 blonde brazilian lawyers from san paulo. Dance with them, but the vibe isn't sexual enough. His girl gets mad at him for dancing with another chick, and storms off the dancefloor. Funny shit. I'm not feeling the vibe enough. We bounce to mansion.
Better talent here. Meet lots of blonde german au pairs on holiday, living in the north east. Awful english ability. All are leaving the day after new years.
I got 5 phone numbers total tonight. Not my proudest moment, but. 2 germans and an austrian, who are engulfed in group think. Most promising is a blue dress Venesuelan, and Argentine. Both locals. Both asked me "what do you do?" as first question. I didn't hold back. Told them everything they wanted to hear. One said, "wow! You must make a lot of money!".
End of the night. I txt all 5 to meet me across the street at the late night taco place. 3 are already home. Venezuela wants to chill tomorrow.
Argentina says she'll be here in 15 mins...
It's 3:30am. Now I eat tacos & wait...
Thanks for the honesty. It's been a great read.
Met up with Courage last night. And he certainly lived up to his name: he has lots of courage and doesn't have any problems approaching. The main issue I felt is that he is simply out of sync with the city. Courage style and personality is more sophisticated and subtle. While this would work well in Europe or NY it's not the best for here. The best style here is: 40% Latin playboy, 40% caveman, 20% nice guy. You also need to have a high energy level to match the nightlife. Courage energy level was a bit low for the nightlife but that's part of his personality. This is the reason so many people use coke here - to amp up their energy level to match the nightlife. I felt he was a bit uncomfortable here and it came across in his interactions. (In terms of quality, the girls are at Mansion are mostly in the 4 - 6 range with a few 7-8s. The best girls get bounced into the VIP areas to serve as eye candy for the bottle service dudes. It's not a place I usually hang out at but being a Monday night there weren't many options.)
But aside from that you are also dealing with other factors... You are dealing with groups of girls. Unless you get a really strong hook it's difficult to isolate and you need a wing to help out. The second problem is that the girls are not even buzzed because the drinks are too expensive - you are basically dealing with sober girls. Unless you are going to buy them drinks or have some illegal candy for them it's going to be tough because you are dealing with essentially sober girls.
PS I met enough fat German girls last night to wipe Germany off my return list. German girls are now basically the same as Americans. Hell, I even made out with one - I didn't realize how big she was until she went to the bathroom. But again, unless I was willing to buy them drinks I wasn't going to pull her out of the club and then someone would have had to take care of her fat friend and I had no idea where Courage was at that point.
But aside from that you are also dealing with other factors... You are dealing with groups of girls. Unless you get a really strong hook it's difficult to isolate and you need a wing to help out. The second problem is that the girls are not even buzzed because the drinks are too expensive - you are basically dealing with sober girls. Unless you are going to buy them drinks or have some illegal candy for them it's going to be tough because you are dealing with essentially sober girls.
PS I met enough fat German girls last night to wipe Germany off my return list. German girls are now basically the same as Americans. Hell, I even made out with one - I didn't realize how big she was until she went to the bathroom. But again, unless I was willing to buy them drinks I wasn't going to pull her out of the club and then someone would have had to take care of her fat friend and I had no idea where Courage was at that point.
NYE girl at my apt now. Standby for update...
Full update;
Suit up. Was supposed to catch up with a Brodiaga, but he goes MIA. Blast a mass "happy new year!" txt to my 27 prospects. The reply's trickle in. Roll out to Ocean dr solo dolo.
They close the whole street for NYE. There is a giant mass of party people in silver hats. Lots of eye candy. NYE on Ocean dr has brought out a super hot mix of local Latinas who don't usually go out, and sexy international tourists of every nationality you can imagine. Every hair, eye and skin color is represented. It's too bad I'm solo, because there are lots of 2 & 3 sets around. 2 guys could slay out here.
One of the girls in my pipeline txts back that her friend also flaked, and asks if she can join me on Ocean. It would be my pleasure. She's driving down 1 hour from Boca.
Like Miami broken clockwork, it takes her over 2 hours. As to why no girl has her shit together down here, I don't know. Women are somewhat flaky & unreliable any place, but it's on a whole other level out here. After that, another 30 mins looking for parking. She's hopeless. Eventually I have her pick me up on Washington ave, to help her find a parking lot.
20 y/o Puerto Rican bonita. Skin like honey. Giant torpedo tities with enough clevage to stop traffic. Voice like scarlett johanson. She can't drive for shit.
It's just insane traffic in south beach. Never drive here on NYE. It's almost midnight, and I'm still getting cockblocked by parking.
All lots are full. We ask a few hotel valets for parking, but they want $100. Fuck that. Eventually we find a space at the south south part of the beach for $40. The attendant tells her she has to move the car by 6am. My girl says "but I'm going to be really drunk. Can I get it later?"![[Image: banana.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/new/banana.gif)
This date just got 100x more promising. I start imagining snapping a picture of her glorious titties after I jiz all over them.
I'm pondering how I could get the RvF page also in the shot for you guys, and we're finally parked. We walk a couple blocks to Ocean, when BOOM... midnight fireworks! We share a smile, and I spontaneously pull her in for a midnight kiss. There are fireworks going off all around us. I've kissed girls I've hardly known on NYE plenty of times, by this girl feels wonderful & familiar.
We settle into an ocean front bar, and get our drink on. Get to know each other better for the next hour. I'm liking the situation because I already know she's trying to get drunk, so coming back to my place is a given. There's no pressure or question. Nice. After 2 drinks, my hamster figures *why wait?*. I take her by the hand to go home with me. No insurance shot. Because it's in the bag...right?
We can't find a cab for shit. Swarms of drunks. It's a good 20 minute walk to my place. She's wearing sky high heels, but luckily she's not a complainer. Really young chicks like this are usually more forgiving for such logistical imperfections, and tonight I've made a ton of them.
Halfway there she says,"If I don't have another drink soon, I'm going to fall asleep".![[Image: huh.gif]](https://rooshvforum.network/images/smilies/huh.gif)
The convenience stores we stop into don't sell alcohol after midnight. I have nothing back at the apt. The one time I didn't pre-stock. Piss poor preparation all around.
We get back to the apt, and she's sleepy. Couch. Kiss. Make out. Massage. I lead her to lie down on the bed, but she won't budge....
No prob. Talk. Talk. Make out. Escalate. Denied. Talk. Talk. Kiss. Tit grab. Hand up skirt. Denied. Talk. Talk. Kiss. Massage. Get on top of. Pushed off.
Her legs and pussy are locked up tight. "Sorry. I'm just tired. I usually don't do this...except when i'm really really drunk".
Epic fail.
At this point I was expecting her to leave, but she asks if she can lie down to sleep.
Slow drawn out academy award winning death from there. I try more times to go at it, but nothing doing. She's too sober. I try sex talk, but when I talk details, she sits up uncomfortably. I can't get her unlocked. I tried for hours.
It's 5am at this point. She has to move her car. All I want is sleep at this point, so I call a taxi. She asks me to wait with her downstairs.
We're waiting outside. She's shivering cold, but pulls away when I try to hold her. Put a nail in this coffin already. Her taxi doesn't show. Her body language is closed off from me. My place is in the middle of south beach, away from the water. Not a nice neighborhood. That's when the vultures swarm...
Across the street, "yo girl...
"Yo girl! ...
I look and see a white trash 20's kid in a T-shirt, staring me down. He's with 2 other guys; lil wayne on a skateboard, & a latin mma looking dude. Fight or flight adrenaline kicks in. It doesn't help that I was reading the RvF fight thread earlier today.
"Yeah nigga. I'm talking to yo girl nigga."
My girl, who is obviously not "mine", is getting uncomfortable. I tell her to stand behind me.
"Yo I'm talking to yo girl nigga"
If I open my mouth, it's gonna go down. I tell her to come close to me and take my hand. She complies. I tell her we're walking. Back turn, and head down to Washington ave.
"Oh look they're walking away. Pussy!"
I'm in a blind rage the whole walk back. This isn't my girl, but while she's with me, I'm responsible for her safety. I try to focus like Scorpions post; "Nothing to gain. Everything to loose". We pass the french montana concert. More stares from hordes of drunk trash. Thank god no one made any comments, as I was ready to snap by this point. I was seeing red, and my girl could feel it.
We get back to her car. She thanks me for not getting into it with those fools. I never have confrontations in other cities. Miami just brings out the worst.
Happy new year everybody. This one didn't start off with a bang. But maybe that's a good thing.
Suit up. Was supposed to catch up with a Brodiaga, but he goes MIA. Blast a mass "happy new year!" txt to my 27 prospects. The reply's trickle in. Roll out to Ocean dr solo dolo.
They close the whole street for NYE. There is a giant mass of party people in silver hats. Lots of eye candy. NYE on Ocean dr has brought out a super hot mix of local Latinas who don't usually go out, and sexy international tourists of every nationality you can imagine. Every hair, eye and skin color is represented. It's too bad I'm solo, because there are lots of 2 & 3 sets around. 2 guys could slay out here.
One of the girls in my pipeline txts back that her friend also flaked, and asks if she can join me on Ocean. It would be my pleasure. She's driving down 1 hour from Boca.
Like Miami broken clockwork, it takes her over 2 hours. As to why no girl has her shit together down here, I don't know. Women are somewhat flaky & unreliable any place, but it's on a whole other level out here. After that, another 30 mins looking for parking. She's hopeless. Eventually I have her pick me up on Washington ave, to help her find a parking lot.
20 y/o Puerto Rican bonita. Skin like honey. Giant torpedo tities with enough clevage to stop traffic. Voice like scarlett johanson. She can't drive for shit.
It's just insane traffic in south beach. Never drive here on NYE. It's almost midnight, and I'm still getting cockblocked by parking.
All lots are full. We ask a few hotel valets for parking, but they want $100. Fuck that. Eventually we find a space at the south south part of the beach for $40. The attendant tells her she has to move the car by 6am. My girl says "but I'm going to be really drunk. Can I get it later?"
This date just got 100x more promising. I start imagining snapping a picture of her glorious titties after I jiz all over them. I'm pondering how I could get the RvF page also in the shot for you guys, and we're finally parked. We walk a couple blocks to Ocean, when BOOM... midnight fireworks! We share a smile, and I spontaneously pull her in for a midnight kiss. There are fireworks going off all around us. I've kissed girls I've hardly known on NYE plenty of times, by this girl feels wonderful & familiar.
We settle into an ocean front bar, and get our drink on. Get to know each other better for the next hour. I'm liking the situation because I already know she's trying to get drunk, so coming back to my place is a given. There's no pressure or question. Nice. After 2 drinks, my hamster figures *why wait?*. I take her by the hand to go home with me. No insurance shot. Because it's in the bag...right?
We can't find a cab for shit. Swarms of drunks. It's a good 20 minute walk to my place. She's wearing sky high heels, but luckily she's not a complainer. Really young chicks like this are usually more forgiving for such logistical imperfections, and tonight I've made a ton of them.
Halfway there she says,"If I don't have another drink soon, I'm going to fall asleep".
The convenience stores we stop into don't sell alcohol after midnight. I have nothing back at the apt. The one time I didn't pre-stock. Piss poor preparation all around.
We get back to the apt, and she's sleepy. Couch. Kiss. Make out. Massage. I lead her to lie down on the bed, but she won't budge....
No prob. Talk. Talk. Make out. Escalate. Denied. Talk. Talk. Kiss. Tit grab. Hand up skirt. Denied. Talk. Talk. Kiss. Massage. Get on top of. Pushed off.
Her legs and pussy are locked up tight. "Sorry. I'm just tired. I usually don't do this...except when i'm really really drunk".
Epic fail.
At this point I was expecting her to leave, but she asks if she can lie down to sleep.
Slow drawn out academy award winning death from there. I try more times to go at it, but nothing doing. She's too sober. I try sex talk, but when I talk details, she sits up uncomfortably. I can't get her unlocked. I tried for hours.
It's 5am at this point. She has to move her car. All I want is sleep at this point, so I call a taxi. She asks me to wait with her downstairs.
We're waiting outside. She's shivering cold, but pulls away when I try to hold her. Put a nail in this coffin already. Her taxi doesn't show. Her body language is closed off from me. My place is in the middle of south beach, away from the water. Not a nice neighborhood. That's when the vultures swarm...
Across the street, "yo girl...
"Yo girl! ...
I look and see a white trash 20's kid in a T-shirt, staring me down. He's with 2 other guys; lil wayne on a skateboard, & a latin mma looking dude. Fight or flight adrenaline kicks in. It doesn't help that I was reading the RvF fight thread earlier today.
"Yeah nigga. I'm talking to yo girl nigga."
My girl, who is obviously not "mine", is getting uncomfortable. I tell her to stand behind me.
"Yo I'm talking to yo girl nigga"
If I open my mouth, it's gonna go down. I tell her to come close to me and take my hand. She complies. I tell her we're walking. Back turn, and head down to Washington ave.
"Oh look they're walking away. Pussy!"
I'm in a blind rage the whole walk back. This isn't my girl, but while she's with me, I'm responsible for her safety. I try to focus like Scorpions post; "Nothing to gain. Everything to loose". We pass the french montana concert. More stares from hordes of drunk trash. Thank god no one made any comments, as I was ready to snap by this point. I was seeing red, and my girl could feel it.
We get back to her car. She thanks me for not getting into it with those fools. I never have confrontations in other cities. Miami just brings out the worst.
Happy new year everybody. This one didn't start off with a bang. But maybe that's a good thing.
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