Glad you guys are safe at least.
I'm in Miami Bitch
Smart move. Fighting is never the wisest idea, especially when you are solo and the numbers are stacked against you.
Quote: (01-01-2014 05:19 PM)TheBMan Wrote:
Smart move. Fighting is never the wisest idea, especially when you are solo and the numbers are stacked against you.
Courage, mad props for going out solo on NYE. That is something I wouldn't do unless I was drunk...for proper gaming in these types of cities and of course for safety (or if one is in the mood for a fight after a shitty day of rejections) a wingman or two are a must!
Quote: (12-30-2013 08:44 PM)Courage Reborn Wrote:
Going to share some txt exchanges here. I sent this out to 26 girls.
I don't send the same mass text out to all the girls. I split test - half of them get text A, half text B. Same goes for online openers.
No doubt some guys don't have to worry about that, but I don't want to waste prospects by texting them some lame crap which I think is awesome because I'm in the wrong headspace. Plus mixing it up gives me more experience with what works and what doesn't.
Dr Johnson rumbles with the RawGod. And lives to regret it.
you tried, and learned lessons, thats all that matters.
Recovery day today.
I've been going out and drinking every night down here. And I don't even drink. What's happening to me?
Had day 2 with blue dress Argentine chick from the club. Met her outside her apartment. She was 20 minutes late coming downstairs, knowing I was waiting down there. Who does this bitch think she is? I was just about leave, when she finally showed up...looking great. I try to be angry, but I can't. It's completely evaporated from the impact of her looks. She's got that latin/italian combination. Tight black jeans & heels.
We walk down to the bay, and she takes my arm. She tells me I look beautiful tonight. I give her a squeeze and kiss on the forehead. Her English is terrible. We walk for a bit, and take a seat down along the bay.
Spend most of the next hour grasping to communicate through Google Translate. It's an interesting dynamic. On one hand, she keeps saying "I have boyfriend", with sad eyes and a deep breath. Each time she says it, I give a "what can ya do" shrug, and look away. Then she'll say, "but you are so beautiful/handsome/charming". I let her run the interaction. She hasn't chosen yet. Plus her boyfriend back in Argentina keeps txting her. Who knows what story she's been telling him.
We bounce to tacos on 16th street. Who knew my 8th grade Spanish would come in handy all these years later. Over food she asks, "are you romantic person?". I ask her what she thinks? She says, "I think yes", with a giant pretty smile & hair touch. I smile back. Glad she's not a mind reader, because I want to tag it and break out. What fool would choose a relationship with a chick cheating on her BF, who I can hardly communicate with at that.
The club manager calls her, and he tells her to get her ass to work at the club. Apparently I'm not the only person she's late for. Kiss goodbye. I hit the big movie theater on Lincoln solo. There are more hot pieces at this Miami movie theater than most nightclubs in other US cities. The Wolf of Wall Street. I actually met Jordan Belfort years ago. Cool cat.
Ballin ass movie. The medium popcorn is money. Argentine txts me 5 more times. Hold the butter.
I've been going out and drinking every night down here. And I don't even drink. What's happening to me?
Had day 2 with blue dress Argentine chick from the club. Met her outside her apartment. She was 20 minutes late coming downstairs, knowing I was waiting down there. Who does this bitch think she is? I was just about leave, when she finally showed up...looking great. I try to be angry, but I can't. It's completely evaporated from the impact of her looks. She's got that latin/italian combination. Tight black jeans & heels.
We walk down to the bay, and she takes my arm. She tells me I look beautiful tonight. I give her a squeeze and kiss on the forehead. Her English is terrible. We walk for a bit, and take a seat down along the bay.
Spend most of the next hour grasping to communicate through Google Translate. It's an interesting dynamic. On one hand, she keeps saying "I have boyfriend", with sad eyes and a deep breath. Each time she says it, I give a "what can ya do" shrug, and look away. Then she'll say, "but you are so beautiful/handsome/charming". I let her run the interaction. She hasn't chosen yet. Plus her boyfriend back in Argentina keeps txting her. Who knows what story she's been telling him.
We bounce to tacos on 16th street. Who knew my 8th grade Spanish would come in handy all these years later. Over food she asks, "are you romantic person?". I ask her what she thinks? She says, "I think yes", with a giant pretty smile & hair touch. I smile back. Glad she's not a mind reader, because I want to tag it and break out. What fool would choose a relationship with a chick cheating on her BF, who I can hardly communicate with at that.
The club manager calls her, and he tells her to get her ass to work at the club. Apparently I'm not the only person she's late for. Kiss goodbye. I hit the big movie theater on Lincoln solo. There are more hot pieces at this Miami movie theater than most nightclubs in other US cities. The Wolf of Wall Street. I actually met Jordan Belfort years ago. Cool cat.
Ballin ass movie. The medium popcorn is money. Argentine txts me 5 more times. Hold the butter.
Courage Reborn:
Try Boteco just off of Miami Beach on Tuesday. It's a Brazilian place and Brazilians are the easiest group in Miami. You obviously don't need Spanish in that place. From your last post, I am beginning to think that difficulties with Spanish are the reason for many of the problems you are having in Miami. I have yet to hear a person complain about Boteco on a Tuesday.
Try Boteco just off of Miami Beach on Tuesday. It's a Brazilian place and Brazilians are the easiest group in Miami. You obviously don't need Spanish in that place. From your last post, I am beginning to think that difficulties with Spanish are the reason for many of the problems you are having in Miami. I have yet to hear a person complain about Boteco on a Tuesday.
Quote: (01-02-2014 01:25 PM)Merenguero Wrote:
Courage Reborn:
Try Boteco just off of Miami Beach on Tuesday. It's a Brazilian place and Brazilians are the easiest group in Miami. You obviously don't need Spanish in that place. From your last post, I am beginning to think that difficulties with Spanish are the reason for many of the problems you are having in Miami. I have yet to hear a person complain about Boteco on a Tuesday.
Seconded on Boteco. Went there once on a salsa night. Good atmosphere.
personally I have always stayed at the Shore Club. Its not as hot as it once was when I started going, like the Delano and SLS are now, but when I went earlier in 2013 the patio area is still one of my favorite spots to sit, chill, smoke and drink. They have all these big couch beds, little nooks in the trees, totally private spots and if so the rooms these days are reasonable if duty calls. Not a bad spot to chill with an Argentine.
Quote: (12-30-2013 08:23 PM)Nomad77 Wrote:
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...
I actually disagree with this. South Beach was the most horrific neighborhood I've lived in out of probably 4 different parts of Dade county. It really does have a reputation as being a tourist trap that locals don't waste their time with. I didn't grow up in Miami, but most of my co-workers/friends who grew up in Miami rarely, if ever hang around South Beach anymore. They view it as a place for young kids and tourists. After awhile you understand why... plus the "club promoter effect" makes it a huge sausage party unless you're willing to go high end and pay tons of money on the off chance you might get laid.
Argentina girl kept up the txting. I tried to get 2nd date logistics, but she told me she's leaving town tomorrow, and won't have any time until she gets back next week. Ain't nobody got time for that!
Decided to try a hail mary gambit. I txt her, "I'm leaving Miami tomorrow. Come be with me tonight before I go". She txts me that she can't, because she has a bf. Plus she's working until 3am at the club. I txt back, "too bad. I really want you." She txts back that she has a bf. I figure it's over & done with.
An hour later, I look down on my phone and see "will I see you again?" We go back and forth over txt with me telling her it has to be tonight, and it has to be at my apartment. Lots of resistance, but eventually she agrees.
Shows up to my apartment in full club slut gear. Heavy blue eye shadow. I give her a hug, and show her up the stairs to my apartment. Walking up, her leggings are so tight I can see her ass crack.
It's 3:00am and I'm tired. I put on my sexy music playlist. Try to make conversation, but her English is not good enough to understand me. She asks, "how do you feel about me?" I tell her muy megusta. She doesn't look satisfied. I change the subject, and eventually go in to kiss. She head turns me. Later I try caveman, but she shuts me down cold. I'm expecting her to leave, but she stays on the couch.
She asks me if I have a girlfriend. For the 5th time I say, "no". She tells me for the 11th time "I have boyfriend". Yes, I know. Told me 11 times now. Then she smiles, and asks if she can change the music. Why not. Go for it.
She spends the next hour alternating between selecting latin love songs, and cuddling with me the couch. Each time she gazes into my eyes deeply. She is doing everything possible to feel as much as possible. "how do you feel about me?". I like you very much. Again, she doesn't look satisfied.
I bounce her to the bed for a body massage. She opens up a little more, but cooch is still off limits. She says, "No. I am special girl".
It's past 4am, and I'm passing out. She says, "you take me with you?" No, I can't take you with me. She doesn't like any of my answers. 15 minutes later she asks, "you come back for me?" Yes, I can come back for you. "do you promise me?" If you're good.
Go caveman again. This time pulling her hair hard with my left hand, while holding her body down with my right. Her mouth and legs open, and the rest of her body submits. Clothes come off from here. I almost cum 3 times during the initial penetration. She was rotating her hips like crazy, and I'm too hyped up from her making me wait so long. We fuck properly for 10 minutes. Then she says, "let me show you. I am latin girl" with a wink. She gets on top, and does a reverse cowgirl of seduction move. Eventually flip her on her back and have a go until I bust inside (condom on).
After the sex I want to sleep, but she's asking me a million questions. Then she says, "I worried about baby". Don't worry, "Baby is impossible." Did she mean she has a baby? Who knows. We can't understand each other for shit. We get dressed, I call her a cab, and hit the hay.
The next morning I called one of my Orlando girls, and had her drive down to pick me up. I left Miami for good.
I don't plan to ever return. It took me almost 2 weeks to get laid here. From suiting up & greasing door guys, to getting blown out harshly during the day, Miami is more effort than need be compared to other places. The talent level might be highest in the US looks wise. But all else considered, to me it's not worth it. The place is poisoned.
Shout out to everyone who came before me and chimed in. I salute you. You guys are playing on hardcore mode.
This live update is now complete, but my journey continues. Here's to greener pastures!
Decided to try a hail mary gambit. I txt her, "I'm leaving Miami tomorrow. Come be with me tonight before I go". She txts me that she can't, because she has a bf. Plus she's working until 3am at the club. I txt back, "too bad. I really want you." She txts back that she has a bf. I figure it's over & done with.
An hour later, I look down on my phone and see "will I see you again?" We go back and forth over txt with me telling her it has to be tonight, and it has to be at my apartment. Lots of resistance, but eventually she agrees.
Shows up to my apartment in full club slut gear. Heavy blue eye shadow. I give her a hug, and show her up the stairs to my apartment. Walking up, her leggings are so tight I can see her ass crack.
It's 3:00am and I'm tired. I put on my sexy music playlist. Try to make conversation, but her English is not good enough to understand me. She asks, "how do you feel about me?" I tell her muy megusta. She doesn't look satisfied. I change the subject, and eventually go in to kiss. She head turns me. Later I try caveman, but she shuts me down cold. I'm expecting her to leave, but she stays on the couch.
She asks me if I have a girlfriend. For the 5th time I say, "no". She tells me for the 11th time "I have boyfriend". Yes, I know. Told me 11 times now. Then she smiles, and asks if she can change the music. Why not. Go for it.
She spends the next hour alternating between selecting latin love songs, and cuddling with me the couch. Each time she gazes into my eyes deeply. She is doing everything possible to feel as much as possible. "how do you feel about me?". I like you very much. Again, she doesn't look satisfied.
I bounce her to the bed for a body massage. She opens up a little more, but cooch is still off limits. She says, "No. I am special girl".
It's past 4am, and I'm passing out. She says, "you take me with you?" No, I can't take you with me. She doesn't like any of my answers. 15 minutes later she asks, "you come back for me?" Yes, I can come back for you. "do you promise me?" If you're good.
Go caveman again. This time pulling her hair hard with my left hand, while holding her body down with my right. Her mouth and legs open, and the rest of her body submits. Clothes come off from here. I almost cum 3 times during the initial penetration. She was rotating her hips like crazy, and I'm too hyped up from her making me wait so long. We fuck properly for 10 minutes. Then she says, "let me show you. I am latin girl" with a wink. She gets on top, and does a reverse cowgirl of seduction move. Eventually flip her on her back and have a go until I bust inside (condom on).
After the sex I want to sleep, but she's asking me a million questions. Then she says, "I worried about baby". Don't worry, "Baby is impossible." Did she mean she has a baby? Who knows. We can't understand each other for shit. We get dressed, I call her a cab, and hit the hay.
The next morning I called one of my Orlando girls, and had her drive down to pick me up. I left Miami for good.
I don't plan to ever return. It took me almost 2 weeks to get laid here. From suiting up & greasing door guys, to getting blown out harshly during the day, Miami is more effort than need be compared to other places. The talent level might be highest in the US looks wise. But all else considered, to me it's not worth it. The place is poisoned.
Shout out to everyone who came before me and chimed in. I salute you. You guys are playing on hardcore mode.
This live update is now complete, but my journey continues. Here's to greener pastures!
Your patience and persistence with that girl were beyond impressive. Although I'm getting better, I would have deleted her number from my phone days ago, which would obviously mean that I wouldn't have achieved the result that you did. Enorabuena! Hopefully I'll get some Argentine notches in Playa if I can get the hell out of here on Friday.
Ok, here is my mini report on Miami. I spent 6 nights there, "gamed" a little bit on 3 nights and did not get laid.
First of all, Courage Reborn, I am sorry that I flaked on you. We discussed possibly meeting up on the 31st and then I didn't text you back very late at night when you were already with a girl at your apt. Miami is the kind of place that even made me flakey!
I stayed at my buddy's place in Sunny Isles and didn't even have a rental car, so I was fully dependent on him throughout the trip. We focused on Russian girls for a number of reasons. We didn't go to any big clubs or pay any entrance fees. We didn't even spend that much on alcohol, because we pre-gamed at home and took a taxi to SoBe and back. Taxi bills were our biggest expenses - about $35-40 each way.
Both of us pipelined a few girls on Russian web sites. All but one of the girls I piplined flaked on me and never even showed up. My buddy's leads were somewhat more reliable.
I won't go into details about all nights, but basically my hands were tied and I had to follow my host most of the time. He created/found out about most of the opportunities with girls we had, but then, in my opinion, some of his decisions were sub-optimal to put it mildly and led to both of us failing on our little mission. What happened on NYE illustrates my point pretty well.
On the 31st, we pre-game starting from 6pm: drinking wine and listening to music at my buddy's place. He texts his leads who arrived recently, so we haven't met any of them yet. One is a group of 2 tourist girls from Moscow, the other is a girl who came to Miami to learn English. We agree to pick up the 2 tourist girls on the way to SoBe and then go out for some drinks.
We arrive at their hotel after 9, both a little buzzed, but not drunk... yet. The girls have also been drinking, of course. Late 20s/early 30s, one is a very cute brunette, the other is blonde, average looking for a Russian girl, but both with nice bodies. We find a bar at Collins, order drinks, sit outside and chat. I chat with the blonde most of the time, just because I happen to sit next to her. Then, all of a sudden, my buddy gets up and says that he has to leave to meet somebody, then takes off. WTF? It's already well after 11. I sit between the girls and we keep drinking. We decide to celebrate the New Year on the beach, get the check and take off. I paid most of it, the girls contributed. At that point, remember that I meant to contact Courage Reborn, but for some reason I didn't. I think it had to do with too much alcohol and little time left until midnight.
So, it's almost midnight. The girls and I sit on the beach and drink. I have some vodka in my flask, they also have...whatever they have in the bag. At midnight, I kiss each of the girls's on the lips, but not for long. We talk about random shit then start walking back from the beach. I mention that it's a shame that my buddy has left, but I keep calling and texting him, and he will come back eventually. One of the chicks says that maybe I should keep looking for him and they'll go somewhere else. Well, fuck me, a threesome is definitely not on the cards. I move on.
So, here I am alone in South Beach. My buddy doesn't reply to my calls and texts (not his intention, as it turned out, just a communication problem). I am really pissed off. I have no place to go. Getting a hotel on NYE is out of the question. I could keep the game going, but that would be like going to a street fight in handcuffs. Finally he replies and I find him near Clevelander... with the other Russian chick he messaged before we left, the one who came to Miami to learn English. The girl looks good, but she came alone. I have no choice but to follow them wherever they go. We walk into a Salsa/Latino bar. They sit outside and talk. I go inside and try to dance and maybe hit on some girls, but I'm not in the right mood for that. Besides, it's a sausage fest. He got pretty far with that girl, but after awhile, she tells him she's going back to her dorm room and leaves us. We take a taxi back to his place.
Taxi drivers are some of the biggest scammers I've come across, and I've seen many of them in many cities and countries. Miami is no exception. The first driver says he doesn't want to go on the meter when we're already in the car. Being drunk and pissed off already, I tell him "go on the fucking meter or we get out of the car". Then we get out. He also gets out and tells me to watch my mouth. I say, "I'll watch my mouth and you watch your meter". He leaves. Finally we find another taxi and negotiate $50 to Sunny Isles, also off the meter.
On the following days, I didn't go out at all, just relaxed, swam in the swimming pool and took care of some business. One Russian girl I had met on the 30th kept texting me and wanted to meet, but I was not in the mood for that, so I declined.
I do not recommend Miami to the average or even above average player. I personally know a number of places where girls are easier, everything is cheaper, and people are generally nicer. My main goal was to escape the shitty weather, which I did. If I ever go back to Miami in the future, it will only be for the weather and the beach.
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First of all, Courage Reborn, I am sorry that I flaked on you. We discussed possibly meeting up on the 31st and then I didn't text you back very late at night when you were already with a girl at your apt. Miami is the kind of place that even made me flakey!
I stayed at my buddy's place in Sunny Isles and didn't even have a rental car, so I was fully dependent on him throughout the trip. We focused on Russian girls for a number of reasons. We didn't go to any big clubs or pay any entrance fees. We didn't even spend that much on alcohol, because we pre-gamed at home and took a taxi to SoBe and back. Taxi bills were our biggest expenses - about $35-40 each way.
Both of us pipelined a few girls on Russian web sites. All but one of the girls I piplined flaked on me and never even showed up. My buddy's leads were somewhat more reliable.
I won't go into details about all nights, but basically my hands were tied and I had to follow my host most of the time. He created/found out about most of the opportunities with girls we had, but then, in my opinion, some of his decisions were sub-optimal to put it mildly and led to both of us failing on our little mission. What happened on NYE illustrates my point pretty well.
On the 31st, we pre-game starting from 6pm: drinking wine and listening to music at my buddy's place. He texts his leads who arrived recently, so we haven't met any of them yet. One is a group of 2 tourist girls from Moscow, the other is a girl who came to Miami to learn English. We agree to pick up the 2 tourist girls on the way to SoBe and then go out for some drinks.
We arrive at their hotel after 9, both a little buzzed, but not drunk... yet. The girls have also been drinking, of course. Late 20s/early 30s, one is a very cute brunette, the other is blonde, average looking for a Russian girl, but both with nice bodies. We find a bar at Collins, order drinks, sit outside and chat. I chat with the blonde most of the time, just because I happen to sit next to her. Then, all of a sudden, my buddy gets up and says that he has to leave to meet somebody, then takes off. WTF? It's already well after 11. I sit between the girls and we keep drinking. We decide to celebrate the New Year on the beach, get the check and take off. I paid most of it, the girls contributed. At that point, remember that I meant to contact Courage Reborn, but for some reason I didn't. I think it had to do with too much alcohol and little time left until midnight.
So, it's almost midnight. The girls and I sit on the beach and drink. I have some vodka in my flask, they also have...whatever they have in the bag. At midnight, I kiss each of the girls's on the lips, but not for long. We talk about random shit then start walking back from the beach. I mention that it's a shame that my buddy has left, but I keep calling and texting him, and he will come back eventually. One of the chicks says that maybe I should keep looking for him and they'll go somewhere else. Well, fuck me, a threesome is definitely not on the cards. I move on.
So, here I am alone in South Beach. My buddy doesn't reply to my calls and texts (not his intention, as it turned out, just a communication problem). I am really pissed off. I have no place to go. Getting a hotel on NYE is out of the question. I could keep the game going, but that would be like going to a street fight in handcuffs. Finally he replies and I find him near Clevelander... with the other Russian chick he messaged before we left, the one who came to Miami to learn English. The girl looks good, but she came alone. I have no choice but to follow them wherever they go. We walk into a Salsa/Latino bar. They sit outside and talk. I go inside and try to dance and maybe hit on some girls, but I'm not in the right mood for that. Besides, it's a sausage fest. He got pretty far with that girl, but after awhile, she tells him she's going back to her dorm room and leaves us. We take a taxi back to his place.
Taxi drivers are some of the biggest scammers I've come across, and I've seen many of them in many cities and countries. Miami is no exception. The first driver says he doesn't want to go on the meter when we're already in the car. Being drunk and pissed off already, I tell him "go on the fucking meter or we get out of the car". Then we get out. He also gets out and tells me to watch my mouth. I say, "I'll watch my mouth and you watch your meter". He leaves. Finally we find another taxi and negotiate $50 to Sunny Isles, also off the meter.
On the following days, I didn't go out at all, just relaxed, swam in the swimming pool and took care of some business. One Russian girl I had met on the 30th kept texting me and wanted to meet, but I was not in the mood for that, so I declined.
I do not recommend Miami to the average or even above average player. I personally know a number of places where girls are easier, everything is cheaper, and people are generally nicer. My main goal was to escape the shitty weather, which I did. If I ever go back to Miami in the future, it will only be for the weather and the beach.
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In a way I admire guys like Courage and Roosh. I was never willing to pay this high a price in terms of work and time for just some average pussy especially at 4am in the morning. I would rather bang a girl I already have or pay some hooker than put in this much work. If I was to translate the amount of work Courage put into banging a girl in Miami, it would translate to thousands of dollars for me with the quality and outcome being a crap shoot. A bad deal any way I would personally look at it.
And it terms of quality, I don't think the quality of women here is that high. Compared to Estonia, which he has also been to, it's sub par with the women being completely neurotic.
And it terms of quality, I don't think the quality of women here is that high. Compared to Estonia, which he has also been to, it's sub par with the women being completely neurotic.
Courage Reborn, thank you for the honest and factual report. I was rooting for you the whole time and am glad you pulled off a Hail Mary! Lots of info gleaned re Miami. Thanks for sharing!
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Congrats on the lay OP.
Like G has said, Miami is no joke.
If you are an average player, Vegas is a better ROI.
If you are a high level player, you still need to be on point.
I personally love MIA, but I get the frustration from some of you; it can be tough as hell.
Like G has said, Miami is no joke.
If you are an average player, Vegas is a better ROI.
If you are a high level player, you still need to be on point.
I personally love MIA, but I get the frustration from some of you; it can be tough as hell.
CR, I am not sure if you get this enough, but your posts are greatly appreciated. There are many things I admire about you, no homo. I won't list them, since this isn't an Oprah episode.
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Quote: (01-05-2014 07:29 PM)Nomad77 Wrote:
And it terms of quality, I don't think the quality of women here is that high.
One of the myths of Miami, like we have dimes all over the place, but the thing is you can't see a dime, and here you have to use your third eye so you can spot all the fake dimes who will have you wasting your time and energy.
This basically confirms my impression that Miami is a great place to visit with a girl you already have (like I'm sort of doing now). Nice venues, good weather, beautiful scenery. But, the people are wack and I will just take CR's lessons learned and apply them. Excellent reporting CR.
Props on the honest thread. Really enjoyed following the updates. You can't really be too disappointed when you look back at all the world hotspots you got to see in the past year. Really puts Miami into perspective. Keep living it up.
CR, this whole thread was a good piece of the read.
You've covered couple of things especially: having your game in MIA city + such a detailed report + being honest.
We would love to hear more stories from your in Orlando. Orlando HAS to be much more easier in terms of the ROI. Keep us updated on this subject in a new great city of Florida.
You've covered couple of things especially: having your game in MIA city + such a detailed report + being honest.
We would love to hear more stories from your in Orlando. Orlando HAS to be much more easier in terms of the ROI. Keep us updated on this subject in a new great city of Florida.
South Beach is a nice area but it tends to attract certain kinds of people that make it an area not conducive to cold approach style game.I spent a month in Miami last year and the local talent(those that don't live in or frequent South Beach)was as good or better than what was jumping off around South Beach.I think a lot of people miss out on what Miami has to offer outside of South Beach.I roamed South Florida from Boca Raton all the way to Homestead.Day game opportunities everywhere and you could hit a different night spot every day for a month and never go to the same place twice.
Quote: (01-06-2014 05:13 PM)TheMachinist Wrote:
I roamed South Florida from Boca Raton all the way to Homestead.Day game opportunities everywhere and you could hit a different night spot every day for a month and never go to the same place twice.
Did you get laid off cold approach daygame in these spots?
I don't ask that to be a dick.
I ask because I tried my magic there for a day, and found reactions to be some of the coldest I've seen anywhere.
A common trend in high income suburbs like Boca; more money, more cold approach pickup problems.
I'm not gonna do an Orlando live update. Keeping a live update going helps keep me motivated to get results. But it's also a bitch to keep on top of. In the easy cities, I don't need it, whereas in Miami I knew it would be helpful due to the greater challenge. Plus, it's a tier 3 city most people won't care about. Plus already have a few in rotation.
Although today at the mall, my main aquisition grounds, I had a shop girl practically throwing herself at me. Will have a date with her later. The pickings are indeed much easier here.
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