Just wrapped up a night at Zanzibar.
It was off the chain. I rolled downtown with a buddy of mine and we ended up in a Pan- Pacific street festival. I opened two chicks about the food they were eating but ended the interaction just short of a minute. This was to be a street game warm up for the night. My buddy ends up spotting a group of sailors in uniform and starts to go on about how they’re with the Colombian Navy… blah, blah, blah. I think nothing of this and make fun of him as he goes to talk to the guys.
The sailors were in their dress whites and were getting plenty of play from the locals and tourists alike with lots of photos. Standing off to the side, I casually observe my buddy chatting up the sailors and I notice the interaction goes on for more than 5 mins, and I’m like “what the hell is the gay-ass mess, did you come to game honies or what?” Well, later he calls me over and introduces me to the guys and they turn out to be really cool and looking for a nice spot to party. Since my bud and I spoke Spanish, we were able to establish a good report with the guys and we made our way off to Moose McGillycuddy’s only to get turned around because most of them were underage.
We then decide to take it to this spot called Zanzibar. The Colombians were growing really impatient mentioning that they had to be back on the boat at about 2am but we make it to the club entrance at 10 on the dot. Inside it was somewhat empty with a healthy serving of females in the middle. One of the Colombians prods me to go after the gals and next thing you know all of us are in the mix getting the club jumpin. I sat back and let my new friend enjoy themselves with all the “exotic white gals”, who were throwing themselves over the foreign seamen (hahaha).
After about one Long Island in my system I go into “game on mode”, hitting up one little Hawaiian Pocahontas at the bar. I tease her that she’s acting too shy at the bar and that’s why the bartender “ignored” her. I get to touching, but end the interaction after 2 minutes since I had to get drinks for my underage brethren-in-arms. I get back to her for a dance but conveniently, her boyfriend shows up and we do the fake-ass “it’s coo bro” dap. I woulda made a whole tribe with that lil brown-skin Pocahonta-lookin girl.
Later, I meet Birthday Girl. I open her by asking her what contest she won because of the sash on her and she goes on about her special day. I tell her she needs to get a birthday dance in and she accepts. Boy I grinded that ass so hard. Well sure enough I get a juicy kiss in on her mocha-brown Pocahontas-lookin ass and we just keep going at on the dance floor. I then went to isolate her with drinks and we dance and make out some more, me picking her up and giving her that air-time nastiness and other erotic dances in other positions. Shhhhit. I give her one final kiss and tell her I gotta link up wit my boys (no car yet) and get the digits ( she’s actually given me an invite to her house party this weekend so we’ll see).
After her, I move to Kimorah Slim. She get that name because that was the celebrity look-alike opener that I gave her – Kimorah Lee Simmons. She happens to be a cheerleader and we talk at length about school sports. I get her number after buying her a drink and move on.
Finally is Lil Miss Caramel. I see her bobbin her head while sitting down on some rail near the rear wall. I grab her hands say she needs to do “more gyrating and less speculating”. Boy, I picked that lil m.f. up with one hand on the floor and had her winin that ass every which way. Get a little makeout in and and grab the digits.
Tonight was decent night and I only wish that I could get a pad in Waikiki or McCully to be close to the action and smash chicks from the club. Barracks life without wheels is no fun. That was my night and I’ll offer updates with pictures sooner. Later and Mahalo!
P.S. I didnt mention the numerous J-girls in that spot because I'm typing partiall drunk right now but they've got me studying some Japanese at 5am in the morning. Arigato!
It was off the chain. I rolled downtown with a buddy of mine and we ended up in a Pan- Pacific street festival. I opened two chicks about the food they were eating but ended the interaction just short of a minute. This was to be a street game warm up for the night. My buddy ends up spotting a group of sailors in uniform and starts to go on about how they’re with the Colombian Navy… blah, blah, blah. I think nothing of this and make fun of him as he goes to talk to the guys.
The sailors were in their dress whites and were getting plenty of play from the locals and tourists alike with lots of photos. Standing off to the side, I casually observe my buddy chatting up the sailors and I notice the interaction goes on for more than 5 mins, and I’m like “what the hell is the gay-ass mess, did you come to game honies or what?” Well, later he calls me over and introduces me to the guys and they turn out to be really cool and looking for a nice spot to party. Since my bud and I spoke Spanish, we were able to establish a good report with the guys and we made our way off to Moose McGillycuddy’s only to get turned around because most of them were underage.
We then decide to take it to this spot called Zanzibar. The Colombians were growing really impatient mentioning that they had to be back on the boat at about 2am but we make it to the club entrance at 10 on the dot. Inside it was somewhat empty with a healthy serving of females in the middle. One of the Colombians prods me to go after the gals and next thing you know all of us are in the mix getting the club jumpin. I sat back and let my new friend enjoy themselves with all the “exotic white gals”, who were throwing themselves over the foreign seamen (hahaha).
After about one Long Island in my system I go into “game on mode”, hitting up one little Hawaiian Pocahontas at the bar. I tease her that she’s acting too shy at the bar and that’s why the bartender “ignored” her. I get to touching, but end the interaction after 2 minutes since I had to get drinks for my underage brethren-in-arms. I get back to her for a dance but conveniently, her boyfriend shows up and we do the fake-ass “it’s coo bro” dap. I woulda made a whole tribe with that lil brown-skin Pocahonta-lookin girl.
Later, I meet Birthday Girl. I open her by asking her what contest she won because of the sash on her and she goes on about her special day. I tell her she needs to get a birthday dance in and she accepts. Boy I grinded that ass so hard. Well sure enough I get a juicy kiss in on her mocha-brown Pocahontas-lookin ass and we just keep going at on the dance floor. I then went to isolate her with drinks and we dance and make out some more, me picking her up and giving her that air-time nastiness and other erotic dances in other positions. Shhhhit. I give her one final kiss and tell her I gotta link up wit my boys (no car yet) and get the digits ( she’s actually given me an invite to her house party this weekend so we’ll see).
After her, I move to Kimorah Slim. She get that name because that was the celebrity look-alike opener that I gave her – Kimorah Lee Simmons. She happens to be a cheerleader and we talk at length about school sports. I get her number after buying her a drink and move on.
Finally is Lil Miss Caramel. I see her bobbin her head while sitting down on some rail near the rear wall. I grab her hands say she needs to do “more gyrating and less speculating”. Boy, I picked that lil m.f. up with one hand on the floor and had her winin that ass every which way. Get a little makeout in and and grab the digits.
Tonight was decent night and I only wish that I could get a pad in Waikiki or McCully to be close to the action and smash chicks from the club. Barracks life without wheels is no fun. That was my night and I’ll offer updates with pictures sooner. Later and Mahalo!
P.S. I didnt mention the numerous J-girls in that spot because I'm typing partiall drunk right now but they've got me studying some Japanese at 5am in the morning. Arigato!