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Southbound Moma

Southbound Moma

Great report Moma and you are a lucky S.O.B. [Image: smile.gif]

You will be happy to know there was no shootings at Caribana this year, although the weekend is not over so stay tuned.

Toronto has the goods but the attitude and vibe is all wrong.

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Does anyone have any ideas of how I should go about getting a job down here? I am in Miami. I have been applying online and I am getting interviews but I need something fairly immediate in the meantime.

Getting bored just hanging in the burbs, I need to get some income flowing in so I can get a ride and step it up.

Welcoming all reasonable suggestions.

Thanks.

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I just got my Florida driving license but they took my Canadian license off of me as part of the process [Image: sad.gif]

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Just came back from Naija Independence day. Supposed to be a West Indian carnival tomorrow (a Haitian lizard informed me of this) Lizard sequence dead at the Naija turnout. Networked for job opps. One lizard there asked if I wanted to buy her roti. I asked her how she was going to compensate me. She said with a smile.
I smiled back and kept it moving.

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I had the opportunity to roll with Nomad77 Thursday 18th.

Standup guy. We hit up coconut grove as it was college night and went to work.

I am still timid from my months off from not doing anything and rusty in the game but with a few pep talks and target scans, Nomad and I went to work.

A smooth opener, he engaged in convo immediately.

Initially, I was more robotic and reached out stiffly to some of the lizards.He coached me accordingly, be assertive. It was college night but we were the only guys approaching by far.

He explained his dislike of approaching sets of lizards (groups of three and up). In this sense, the same principles apply as in Toronto.

He told me to play up my London edge and drop the Toronto angle. Toronto has no rep in South Florida.

The first set we opened up on were some locals from Miami. A pair of Dominican lizards, one was a mestizo and the other seemed to be more European looking.
They weren't all that (one of them was extra plump) but you have to warm up with layups before the official match starts.

What I have noticed about women down here is that they are more polite than Toronto. They will engage you in conversation but not as rudely dismiss you.
It doesn't necessarily mean that they will fcuk you but it's nice to just be able to chat to lizards without them being a bunch of rude self entitled piglets. As Nomad said, as long as you are not some raving lunatic, they will at least be respectful.

Again, I am still getting accustomed to the vibez in Miami but Nomad showed me when it was a dead thing and we moved on.

We saw a blonde in a pair of Mickey Mouse ears and some British teeth.

Nomad opened up on her. As soon as Nomad told her I was from London, she lit up like a firecracker.She was also from London and not too far from where I used to live. Her british accent kicked in more strongly as she conversed with me and she seemed totally happy to meet a fellow Brit.
Her friend was hosting the tongue of some frat boy down her throat so the Londoner was playing third wheel (her words exactly).
I observed Nomad's style. He engages in convo very well, I have no idea what he was saying but the lizards were listening intently.

He pulled a smooth move which I wasn't aware of at the time but he told the lizard he wanted to take a pic and she moved in for an embrace as we took a snap. He then got her number to send her the pic. We bid farewell to the lizard and moved on.

Nomad urged me to be proactive and open up a set. I saw a couple of reptiles talking to themselves and I moved in. One of them looked up from my tentative shoulder tap. I've never been a good opener. My style is still a bit rough from London.
It's more of a grab and a "Whu yu sayin" type of thing. Doesn't work too well in North America.
I opened her with a "Whas going on? How you doing?"
She said hi and I asked her where she was from.
Lo and behold, she said PEI (Prince Edward Island)! A Canuck!

I thought carefully and decided to play up my Toronto card. Often, people who are not from Toronto do not think highly of Torontonians. They either worship Toronto or they hate Torontonians and think that Torontonians think too highly of themselves. We engaged in convo..she asked me which hockey team I followed. I follow none and I told her this. She turned her back on me in mock disgust.
They didn't really seem that interested, I didn't see Nomad making great grounds with her friend (an American) and they soon excused themselves and we moved into another area.

We saw another two lizards, one was sitting at a table and her friend was standing up talking to them. They looked European to me especially the one sitting down. I had her pegged as Eastern European.
Nomad advised me on the frame. I had to lead firmly on these lizards. Go in with purpose, no tentative, creepy hovering. I stepped to the Europeans.
"Hi, how are you doing, ladies?" I said, with my eye fixed on the one standing. She had a nice pretty face with frizzy Bette Midler type of hair, stylish short boots and a small dress covering her sophomoric body.
I asked her where she was from and she replied Italy in a lovely Italian accent. Her seated friend who was a bit more sullen, reported that she was from Germany. Nomad went in and had the German engaged with his conversant skills.
I spoke with the Italian and played up my London card.
She smiled and we spoke. She explained about her wish to get a work visa for the States. She was in her final year studying Engineering. A brainiac. I told her to give me her number and I'll see what I can do.
She saw some friends from UM and went off to talk to them.
I don't trail lizards so I worked on my two step until and IF SHE returned.
The music had changed for the better so I was enjoying the rhythms in my ear (Jamaican dancehall) and meanwhile, Nomad was working on Miss Germany.
Miss Italy didn't return and Nomad got the number of the German lizard and we moved on.

We noticed another set, a white woman and a black woman with some kind of exotic look (I thought). Nomad was already in motion. He opened up the set, I asked the black one where she was from. She said she is mixed with Indian and black (the black I could see). She had orthondontic braces but a cute face and a nice body. I thought, this is a different Indian mix but it was really Native American Indian as opposed to the Indian that I am used to which is from South East Asia.
When Americans rep Indian in their blood, it's normally Native American (sorry IRT).

Nomad took her on mostly so I switched to the white reptile who had a big ass. I asked her where she is from and she said she was part American, part Native Indian and part Italian.

This part Native Indian seems to be a trend over here.

"That's cool", I said but I wasn't really noticing that they were engaged in my conversation and they were just being polite.

Nomad and I moved on.

We seemed to have exhausted the opportunities in this location. Most of the lizards were in college clusters and although we were able to penetrate these clusters, we weren't able to make any sort of an impression (well at least I wasn't) on them and decided to try some of the multiple bars on the Grove.

The difference I could see from Toronto from a juvenile perspective is that they were LOADS of lizards for one to GAME. The lizards will engage you in conversation. They won't ignore you or snub you anywhere near Toronto. So much for the rude American stereotype. All sorts of game could be run due to the favourable weather conditions. Patio game, store game, bar game, anywhere game pretty much.

But for now, it was UM (University of Miami) game.

Bars were spilling with humans. Young lizards from UM mainly white not as fabulously dressed but still definitely pumpable.

We went to a bar that was previously empty and it was now jammed full of roaring people, making merry and having a ball.
I looked at the crowd. I wasn't sure about jamming up in one of these bars to talk to lizards, crowded game with music has never been my forte and usually would involve me having to dance or be right up in her eardrum.I decided to look for other options.

Nomad noticed that I didn't really have the sort of enthusiasm for hollaring at the lizards at the former venue and asked what my cup of tea really was.My cup of tea is black lizards but I really wasn't noticing any middle ground here when spitting at them.

We went into a bar that had a large group of ebony squawkers and he approached a slim one that was sitting off to the side with a slightly sullen look to her face.He asked her why so glum and I heard her respond that she was waiting for hip hop. I looked around for IOI as per learned skills in Toronto but I only saw one quick glance from one big butt lizard standing in the middle near some dudes.
I know that one must make a move in three seconds but the dudes nearby had me wondering whether they were together or just college mates on a night out.

The hesitation can be killer but then a punch in the face from a jealous lover can really ruin a night out in SoFl. Hence, I scanned for other targets.

A group of sistas left in a procession. I thought of doing the South London grab hand move but I decided to wait and scan some more. Nomad gave me a look as to say "Hey, there are your black lizards, go nuts" but I decided to wait. There were plenty more.

A set of two came in holding hands and I reached out to stop one by holding her hand.
I asked her a question and she responded but mentioned she was just going to the middle or something and would be right back.

South Florida lesson: Lizards tell porkies here like breathing fresh air, don't believe a word she says. I am still trying to appropriately read body language because words don't seem to mean nada out here.
I've been informed accordingly by locals.
I looked around and saw one with short hair dyed a rusty brown and a nice round ass angling it and rolling it to a Nicky Minaj song that just came on. I felt my spine shiver as the Trinidadian Nicky Minaj's howl
came over the speakers.
"Kiss my ass and my anus cos I'm finally famous!"

A faint protest started to build up in my skull. My intellect began to formulate a march against my Central Nervous System for leading the body into this convention of cack lyrics. I saw Nomad make eye contact and it looked like he was in similar pain. He held a distinct, strained expression on his face.
I leaned in to hear his views.
"What is this shyt playing?", he questioned. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Yes!" I responded and we sprang to our feet. I saw the big butt lizard standing near the window and the men that she seemed to be with, weren't so close.
"Let me see what's going on there", I informed the Nomad and he said he would wait. I went over to the lizard and asked what's up. She told me she was from Houston and I asked what her background was.
I was angling for some kind of hooks because these lizards so far were of zero engagement. I think I need to re-read the bang book to know what American lizards like because I'm probably coming from too sharp of an angle.
She said she was American mixed with Bajan.
Oh ho! Barbados! I can work the Caribbean angle mucho buenos!
But she seemed disinterested and leaned over to listen to what one of the black dudes around was saying.
I saw Nomad and we ejected from the joint.

Nomad gave a recap of the South Florida movement along with the general mentality, types of approaches and the mindstate one has to get into to ward off insanity down here. I felt that so far, Toronto has trained me well. I'm numb to the punches and in fact, the lizards feel nicer. The energy is different here and yes I am approaching them but they are not acting stoosh and turning mans away just like that.
So that's a one up there. But he said flaking down here is a major part of the South Florida movement too. No worries.

As we left he mentioned a stripclub called Playthings that he knows of.
He said it's like a club. I only entered a strip club when I first came to North America. Strip clubs in the UK are full of Smack and Charlie addicts. Not the type of whores you want bouncing in your lap.

But I've never been to a strip club in South Florida so I welcomed the chance.

At the door, there were a group of lizards being carded by a bulky Hispanic male.
He looked querically at their ID.
"What, you too young to see tits and ass, ladies?" I chuckled at one of the reptiles.
"I'm 24!", protested one of the lizards.

The man nodded me and Nomad in and we entered the establishment.
As Nomad said, the place was set up like a club. The vibe in there wasn't even leering. I could only tell who were strippers due to the fact that their tits and asses were out but apart from that, the vibes in there were very chilled.
A voluptous latin lizard walked by and looked me dead in the eye. I smiled slightly and she continued walking.

My stripper game is dead in the water. I always saw strippers as lizards that are strictly about the money and never even considered them as targets. However what Nomad said, it corresponding to what one of my friends in Toronto (a strip bagging pro) said.
They are still females and can be gamed.

We moved towards the middle of the establishment and a tall black stripper came over. With her heels on, she was about my height. She was slim and had nice tits.
We used the Europe angle and she asked me about those powerful Euros. I laughed and said wow, she knows about Euros. She moved in closer and danced with her arms around my shoulder. She asked if I wanted a dance. I asked how much it was. She said it was 20 bucks for a song. I
said cool (wasn't going to take no damn lap dance). She explained that it felt a bit chilly in there. I asked her if I am probably warming her up. She said yes and I seem warmed up too (my wood was poking her). I laughed and thought about the logistics of drilling her lanky frame.
The other black strippers came by.
One who seemed a little off, came by and showed us that she wasn't wearing panties and had a piercing through her clit.
She let me know publicly, Nomad was within earshot, that she had no gag reflex.
She said she was ready and reached and grabbed for my London log for assessment purposes.

She suddenly reached for the Nomad's too.

South Florida!

He whispered that I should get the tall strippers number. This would be a new for me. I had always pegged strippers as auto flakes, as pure in their bullshyt as the crystals that fall from the sky during a December day in Calgary.
But maybe Miami is different.

"Let me get your number"I mouthed in her ear. She told me they are not supposed to give out numbers in their workplace.
I told her to tell it to me and I will memorise it.
She did and I sidled off to the side to put it in my phone.
Meanwhile Nomad moved in and got her number and the number of the other black stripper who was shorter with a nice ass.

I fought back the urge to suck the stripper's tits and we bid farewell and left.

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lol...it's crazy you can remember all of this stuff! Your stripper girl did call me yesterday but I was busy. So now we are playing phone tag. If we were in our twenties and in that college frat boy/party mood we would have been getting more love from those college girls. You can still pull it just takes a bit more work. In Europe this would not be the case.
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Just read the past few pages. This is making me want to travel somewhere. I feel like I need perspective on how game is run here vs. anywhere else. While it doesn't sound as bad as Toronto I still feel like there's more of an importance on image than on girls wanting to bang. Who knows maybe I'm in a poosy paradise and suck at game haha.
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Where are you WesternCancer?
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Vancouver.
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Can't help you there. Good luck.
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It's been a while.

I've been struggling in South Florida and taken out of my element. But my life has always been outside of the comfort zone and it might be a subconscious addiction of mine.

Spanish is the number one language here. I'm out of my comfort zone. I need to be bilingual to work in Publix for 7 bucks an hour. I'm out of my comfort zone. However, I am in one of the most sought after cities in the
world but my current logistics are terrible. It's the worth logistics that I've had possibly in my adult life. I've spoken with a few members (el mechanico) for consolation and advice and I've rolled heavily with Nomad since down here and met a few SoFlo hard hitters in the interim.

I've been advised to leave all that smooth shyt and go back to my old inner city ways. Fcuk the blazers, fcuk the posturing, just to back to gorilla game. Let the King bang on my chest from the inside, let the primate out.

I'm in the city with millionaires. I'm in the city with some of the prettiest women in the world. Big presentation, heavily Latin, very sexy.

It's about face time.

Nomad has been a great wing and we've been going out and dissecting the Miami game from a non millionaire perspective from an intellectual standpoint. This is not a city where intellect counts. It's flash, flake and fluff that counts here.

It's been getting better.

We hit the beach on Friday with the intent of going to Mangos. Nomad has been encouraging me to go hard. I felt cool and dangerous, like Jack Reacher (been reading his shyt since a friend of mine back in the UK said that I remind him of Reacher).

I ditched the blazer and trousers. That shyt doesn't fcuking work for me. I put on a t-shirt that I had folded up and some jeans.
"You're really dressing casually!", exclaimed the Nomad when he first saw me.
"Fcuk dem, the blazer not working, gorilla style" I told the Nomad and we rolled off.

We hit SoBe and parked up in the usual spot. We went to the first spot we went last time, some hotel lobby with a bar where peeps usually congregated, drinking and having a good time, where we saw a few Russians the last time. I had been studying Bang Ukraine and wanted to tailor my attack slightly for my prospects. Knowing the competition helps but you ultimately still got to lick off shots to take down game.

We went in the hotel spot and saw lizards clustered off in
social groups. I don't give a fcuk but I don't waste shots on
fenced off game. Nomad opened up some pretty slim chicks, I looked for a straggling friend, wingman style. Didn't see any stragglers so I just stood back to assess targets.

Opened up on some pinay looking lizard (Nomad plugged into her friend). The pinay recoiled like a penis in the winter so I looked elsewhere for fresh targets.

We went out to the patio and saw two white lizards. Nomad lead the charge on this one and started talking to them. Lo and behold, they were from England so Nomad leveraged my London background.
They were both from Brighton but one of them (the less attractive one) lived in London. The more attractive one had a nice vibe and claimed she was out to have fun. They had come down from Orlando to enjoy Sobe for the weekend. I assessed the prospect. I wasn't too convinced, flake and bull has started to seep into Anglo Europe. But her vibe was nice and we kicked the shyt and connected on England and why I had decided to take up Big Bad USA as home.
Tonight, they were my subjects and I am the doctor in the laboratory, trying out a new serum on the hamsters.
They wanted to go to Mansion that night and they wanted to have fuuuuun. I don't like tagging along with lizards to places they want to go, it's rarely worked but I'm flexible.

Nomad and I decided to keep it moving and I took the Brit's number to reconnect at the end of the night (hopefully when they were drunk and high and ready to fcuk).

I saw some Eastern European sitting at a table looking bored. I reflected back on Bang Ukraine and went hard to the hole like Zach Randolf.

"What's your name?", I ordered.
"Natasha", she said. Her mood never showed any alteration from bored state but as Roosh said, if she doesn't walk away, she's interested.
"Where are you from?", I continued, in an insistent, demanding tone.
"Russia", she responded. "I have a husband".
"Great!", I said. "So what are you doing tonight?"
"I'm not sure yet", she said.
"Let's do something", I said but Nomad urged me to go.
The doctor tests his serummmmm...

We moved on down the strip. As always, there were tons of lizards and I began spitting. I find that black lizards in SoBe are actually harder. I get zero edge towards them. If they are Caribbean, I have an edge but I'm dead in the water against African Americans. Maybe I'm too articulate, I don't know, maybe my British twang goes way over their heads. Fcuk dem. I'm spitting my shyt anyway, the serum has to be tested.

The way lizards dress these days, it's very difficult to see who has wares for sales (if you get my drift) and who is a normal lizard (not for immediate sale). I've spat at a few lizards weeks prior and found out gradually that they were streetwalkers. The signs were, they were escalated even quicker than I could (asking if we could go to a hotel and have fun etc).

The line to Mangos looked long as fcuk so Nomad wondered if we are going in. I liked to see what the comp was like. Nomad noticed that there was a disproportionate amount of dudes in the line. It didn't matter much to me since dudes in SoBe don't spit at lizards too tough anyway. They tend to just post up like wallpaper as a rule. However as the night would later prove, wading through the dudes to spit at the lizards, can prove tedious.

Anyway, we saw a few lizards sitting at the tables exactly opposite one of the exits to Mangos. They were pretty looking and it's hard to tell who's from where in Miami. The Latin look is so diverse, lizards can be
from anywhere. A month ago, I spoke with a lizard who was
mulatto and sexy as fcuk, turns out she was Colombian.

Anyway, Nomad opened up the set and we determined that they were from Switzerland. Their vibes were friendly but not sexual. They weren't up for a takedown. However, we are men and we can control moods. So my thing was, let's spit that fiyah and see if we can impress the lizards. Nomad opened up on the cuter one (they were both cute but one was cuter). I spoke to her friend for a bit but their pace was close. I tried to get them to come into the club but they seemed to be just out for a quiet night.
We entered the Mangos. One of the lizards at the entrance asked if I wanted to drink. I told her, maybe, suspiciously. I suspected I was going to have to pay, she held my hand but I am desensitised to pretty lizard with azz shyt in SoBe. I remain in perpetual sniff mode for the ulterior motive.

Nomad had already entered prior to me and I looked around for him.
The lizard kept holding onto my arm.
"So, you are drinking, right?", she said. She yelled out for something, a table or some shyt. "Am I paying for this?" I questioned. Her body language turned ugly and she shrugged in annoyance as she let my arm
go. I turned to my left and saw Nomad scanning the terrain.
I moved in.

We did a tour of the spot clockwise (Mangos is set up in a circular fashion). Nomad disappeared for some mins and I did a tour of Mangos lower and upper floors. Looked in the hip hop room and it looked cliquish as fcuk. Last time I went in there, I had to jostle my way past some dude that was wearing some kind of Robocop kevlar underneath his dress shirt. I ducked the hell out and went in another room that had more of a dance theme. I saw an older voluptuous lizard glance at me momentarily. She was with others so I didn't feel like breaching the group (extremely low ROI) so I shouldered my way through the crowd in the dance room and made my way back downstairs.

The doctor in the laboratory. Test the serum on the hamsters.

I saw two black lizards. Either Ethiopian or Eritrean that was my guess.
I asked where they were from and they said DC. Oho!, I thought. I spoke a little about DC based on what I have read from the forum and the lizards concurred accordingly. So what's your background, I questioned (as if I didn't fcuking know!). They said Ethiopia.

"Oh is it?", I said, feigning innocence. "I guessed you were either from Ethiopia or Eritrea",.

They glanced at me in surprise. "Oh you know Africa", said one of them.
"Yes, I know it a bit", I grinned.
"Listen", I told one of them. "When a song comes on that I like, I will come back and you will dance with me."
Gorilla style.

"Okay", said the one I was talking to. I left them and did another reconnaissance of the club. I saw a nice Latina with an exposed flat stomach and a nice frame. I moved on her, gorilla style.
"Hey, let's dance", I told her. "No", she said. "Just one dance", I said and held her by the waist and led her towards the deep end. She conceded. I can't move to Latin music for shyt and the beat was fcuking me up 1000 ways from Tuesdays. I'm organic and I adapt. Keep fcuking up and I'll end up fcuking. As we danced, I began talking to her.
My opener is always where are you from. I need to know this so that I can strategise my attack accordingly. She said Peru. I know fcuk all about Peru so I just said it's a beautiful country and I would love to go there. She smiled and I held her. She was quite responsive for a lizard that initially said she didn't want to dance and she was enjoying the music from the smile on her face. We spoke and she was responsive.
Then she said she had to go to the bathroom. I told her to come back here when she's done. She didn't seem to understand but smiled as she walked away. I looked around. Nomad had rematerialised and he indicated
towards a reptile to my left and said she looked Dominican. She did but the problem was, she looked like a Dominican MALE. I smelt he/she so I passed.
I saw a tall Asian and her friend to the right. They looked like they were from Kazakhstan (don't ask how I chose that particular country) but they also looked tore up so let Borat's finest stay sipping.
I didn't see any prospects so I continued a circuit through Mangos. I saw a couple of lizards situated at the bar near one of the exits. One was standing talking to some cat and the other was sitting down. I approached the one sitting down, she was dressed with a blue top and had a pretty face and a nice body. I opened up on her and asked her where she's from.
She said Mexico. I said I love Mexico and asked what part she's from. She told me that she was from the central part. I said that's fantastic and I would love to learn Spanish (this is true). I asked her if she was on holiday or did she move here. She said she was here until Sunday. I asked her what is she doing later on. She said they wouldn't be doing much. I said we should go back to her room and hang out. She said she had to leave on Sunday and gave some excuse. I took her number to add to Whatsapp. We saw her friend kissing on some dude standing to the left. I saw her at the bar talking to the barkeep.
Nomad urged me to go and see what's up so I did but she wasn't saying anything.

As Nomad took a break to grab a bite, on one of the outdoor patios with a soda, I continued to spit at the passing lizards.
A black lizard with dark gums passed by. She was light in complexion and looked ratchett. The dirty pig I am, I wanted a ratchett.
"Eh yo!", I yelled, gorilla style. "How you doing?"
She stopped and smiled and I saw the darkened gums, immediately pegging her as a smoker. That's good cos we had some sour Diesel on us and the shyt was stinking like fresh vomit.
I was trying to angle Ms Ratchett to giving up the goods and I knew what the bait was, based on the hue of her gums.
"So, wha gwan, hon?", I hollared. "What's really good now?"
"Nothing", she said, smiling and moving her arm to avoid my lunge for kino.
"So how about we go somewhere and burn something", I leered, angling for a possible gangbang.
Nomad grinned and bit into his piece of chicken tenders.
I saw the iguana's eyes light up like a Christmas tree when I mentioned burn.
"You driving?", she asked.
"Nah but I can get around", I responded.
"I'm supposed to hit up this party", said Gums. "But you ain't driving",
"We can get there", I said. "Where is it at? Let's go and burn something!"
Her eyes lit up predictably again like a moth near the porch light.
"So, what, can we reach there?", I asked, indicating whether we could get into this party.
"Nah, y'all can drive me there and we can burn in the car", said Gums.
"That's cool!", I said.

Bytch please. Head in the whip, dropped off on Washington Ave, that's the only drive you getting.

Gums soon realised that I wasn't that mark (despite my disarming accent) and refused to give me her number as she walked down on the strip.

A black lizard walked by with a nice azz.
"Hey girl", I yelled out. "Come sit by us and drink some water and let's see what's really good!".

"Oh you cute", said the lizard and slowed her roll.
"So what's going on?", I asked her. "What's happening later on?"
"I'm done for the night, I'm tired", said the black lizard. "You can get my number though and we can do something tomorrow"
"Where you from?", I blared.
"I'm from Philly", she said.
"Oh yea, the Sixers!", I said full of enthusiasm.
"Hmph", she muttered.
"What about those braves?!",
She laughed.
"Call me", she said and walked off. I admired the booty as it rotated in disappearing oscillations.

After the Nomad had recharged, we walked past Mangos and went to this venue that has an outdoor theme. During peak hours, they
would ask for about $20 to enter.

By the time we got there, around 4am or so, it was winding down so entrance was free. I scanned the scene looking for targets.

We saw a lizard looking like a fake Rhianna. I opened her up with the bewildered, excuse me are you Rhianna but she didn't bite so I said fcuk it and decided to give up on these set of black lizards.

I sat back and watched the scene. By the speakers, I saw a brunette sitting there nursing a drink, dressed casually. She had a pretty face and I made eye contact with her. She smiled and I beckoned to her with my forefinger.
I moved in.
"Hey, what's up", I said to her. "Let's dance".
"Here?", she asked. "Or on the stage?"
"Anywhere", I said but I didn't like dancing publicly. However, in Miami, my type come a dime a dozen so nobody really gives a fcuk who is doing what. Everyone exists within their own moment and are their own movie stars. I drew her to the stage which was an elevated platform and we began dancing. Thankfully, she wasn't Latin so I didn't have to pull off complicated bachata or salsa steps. Her accent sounded European. I later found out that she was German and she was there with her friend who had snagged a local black American and were engaged in deep convo.
The music metered out and I tried to draw her in closer.
"No", she said. "We cannot dance like this, I have a boyfriend back in Germany".
"Yes", I said. "We are in Miami, however".
"Oh", she laughed. "That's what they said in Bahamas",
"Yes", I said and drew her closer again.
"No", she said. "This is like we are fcuking, isn't it?"
"No", I said. "This is how I fcuk!"
I spun her around and tried to bend her over for standing doggy and she laughed and spun back to face me.
I continued to talk with the brunette German whose body language was at sorts with what she was saying.
"I have a boyfriend", she said again but her resistance to my touching was nominal at best. Now she was there with her friend who was also from Germany. She had snagged a black American dude and was working him over.
What I like about Europeans is that I can engage in conversation with them. With others in Miami, intellect is not part of the game so I am dead in the water. Wit is a wasted gift.
We went to eat pizza as per the Germans request and we were going to chill on the beach afterwards. In Miami, also due to my logistics and my usual targets (tourists), I have to escalate and close, my window is a short one.
The young black American seemed fascinated that I was an African (he heard my name when I told the German that he was working on - she had asked my name).
Lo and behold, she used to date a Ghanaian and she had actually been to Ghana before, six times if I am correct. She found out I was Nigerian and smiled.
She told me what they say about Nigerians. I laughed.
As you lot may know, there are TONS of Nigerians in Ghana..so most Ghanaian have an opinion of Nigerians, hehe.
We ate pizza and shared anecdotes about West Africa.
Her friend was also dating an African (100 to 1 he was Ghanaian) prior to leaving UK, I heard that there were tons of them (Ghanaian) in Germany.
Nomad hit me up on the horn and told me he didn't see kino. I don't like to feel up on lizards too much in public but I reached out and grabbed the German's hand and rubbed her leg. She smiled tiredly but didn't resist.
I began to think of getting home (bad logistics). It was now 5:32am. The plan was to finish the pizza and go and hang out on the beach. I was sure I could push for something more if we hung out on the beach.
However, I decided to cash out so I stood up and bid my farewell. Hugged the German and gave her friend my number to call. Hardly a point since they were leaving on Sunday and I stay 30 mins from the beach (1 hour by public transport) with no traffic.

Lessons learned:

I need to escalate sexually. Gorilla won't work on lizards if they are not sexually piqued. I can't get into clubs in Sobe wearing my singlet so it has to be dance game. Without sexual piquing, all I will get is phone numbers and damn if I feed any lizard with text or validation. In these clubs that we frequent, dancing is a very important part of this and Latin dancing I am sucking at. A work in progress however. Each time, we get closssser, clossser.

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Southbound Moma

Damn dude, impressive memory here, can't believe you remembered all of this and extremely accurate too.
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Southbound Moma

Moma, heres a couple thoughts. You have to push. Who cares if your logistics are shit, this is all a mental game. You can bang on the beach, alleway or a backseat.

W/black girls in the states, you basically have to rape-a-hoe on the dancefloor. When I would go clubbing in the hip-hop clubs in Sf (likely tamer than miami), I would bump n grind w/the black girls. It got rough quickly. Her backing it up on me, me smacking ass. Anything less or "respect" is not escalating. There is a constant need to "push the interaction". Less talk, more action. Grab her by the hand, lead her to dance floor, dance, lick, kiss, smack. If logistics suck, try to get a BJ in an alleyway or a bang on the beach.

Black girls in America are some of the most sexually forward and promiscous crreatures alive. Latinas close second. Dont forget this.

As for the fights, just apologize to the dude if somebody steps to you. There is no shame in NOT fighting. The shame is in breaking your hand and having a 10k hospital bill. Happened to my best friend.

Start having pre-rolled single person jays. (Small enough to look like a cigarette). This is a guaranteed escalation after a couple mins of dancing. "Baby, I am hot. Lets go outside and smoke a J". This is when you can have a few words with her. Any words before grab-ass is unimportant.

Edit- Couple more thoughts, make laps around the dance-floor/bar. Whoever makes eyes at you or even has a look that lingers more than 3-4 seconds, you should approach. This is a meat-market and if you falter, somebody else will side up. This is how the game is played in meat-markets.

WIA- For most of men, our time being masters of our own fate, kings in our own castles is short. Even those of us in the game will eventually succumb to ease of servitude rather than deal with the malaise of solitude
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Southbound Moma

Like I said before if Miami is a total avoid place for people who live in Florida why does this forum think it's the place? Ive never heard say " were going to Miami for the weekend" but I have heard " fuck I have to go to Miami" it sucks there!
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Southbound Moma

Yep, I can agree that Miami is not the poosy paradise that many people may think. You can get stuff here but it's not easy.
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