I went down to MIA with my ex, so I didn't do much in terms of gaming. I did bang an 18yo from Philly a week after she left me and the word on the street (Wynwood, Edgewater & Midtown) was that I had a badass new old lady.
I had a lot of tough luck in MIA. Three months after I got down there I tore a nice sized chunk out of my right leg jumping over the fence of my apt. building because I forgot my keys, causing me to lose my job. After that I took a run at helping my doctor neighbor get his consulting business back off the ground, but he was is piss poor health and we weren't making money. I was meeting with doctors and lawyers by day, and squatting in an abandoned house on NE 25th St. by night.
Once my g/f left me, I obviously didn't want anything to do with women, so I spent most of my time walking my dog and hanging out with the gay couple who I became really good friends with. In fact, I'm saving up a little bit of money to go back down there for a few days because I owe them a lot. I wouldn't have made it as long as I did down there w/o them.
My experience was interesting to say the least. I learned what community meant down there, but I also learned what stye over substance meant as well. Overall, I'd say Miami is a great place to let your cock out (even though the only place it's going to get wet is the ocean), but I would never tell anyone to live there for an extended period of time.
I had a lot of tough luck in MIA. Three months after I got down there I tore a nice sized chunk out of my right leg jumping over the fence of my apt. building because I forgot my keys, causing me to lose my job. After that I took a run at helping my doctor neighbor get his consulting business back off the ground, but he was is piss poor health and we weren't making money. I was meeting with doctors and lawyers by day, and squatting in an abandoned house on NE 25th St. by night.
Once my g/f left me, I obviously didn't want anything to do with women, so I spent most of my time walking my dog and hanging out with the gay couple who I became really good friends with. In fact, I'm saving up a little bit of money to go back down there for a few days because I owe them a lot. I wouldn't have made it as long as I did down there w/o them.
My experience was interesting to say the least. I learned what community meant down there, but I also learned what stye over substance meant as well. Overall, I'd say Miami is a great place to let your cock out (even though the only place it's going to get wet is the ocean), but I would never tell anyone to live there for an extended period of time.
10/14/15: The day I learned that convicted terrorists are treated with more human dignity than veterans.