I spent the past weekend in Mexico City. Overall an amazing trip, thanks to WestCoast here and
HC in this thread.
I've been waiting for a cost effective and timely opportunity to take my first solo playboy trip, and this was it. I had points stacked up and wanted to go to EDC so this weekend was perfect.
Here I'll explain what I did then I'll go into notes and observations.
First things first - yes, I am a 6'3", bearded, blonde haired, blue eyed, good looking, fit, young gringo, but no, I did not get the bang.
Pipelining: I downloaded Bluestacks and ran Tinder for a week before, using my standard Tinder BS. Got a few good leads before landing.
Accomodations: Due to cost constraints I stayed at a hostel Downtown. I had never stayed at a hostel so I framed this as part of international playboy initiation.
Field Report:
I arrived Friday, and got to the hostel around 1 PM. The hostel was weird, there were a lot of older Mexican couples and then your typical dirty backpackers, most Mexican. I didn't make any friends so I fired up WhatsApp to see where my girls were. Considering this is a weekend trip I did not purchase a SIM Card and figured I'd do it organically. I had a solid lead on this tight little 21 year old girl, who suggested we meet at
Antara Fashion Hall. Antara is nice, I would definitely go back to game. Clothing prices were relatively equal to American prices. This was my only Polanco exposure, but it was good. Other posts are spot on in that there is top talent due to the upscale stores in this mall. I did not go to the Polanco clubs but would imagine them to be top notch.
I met with the girl, got a coffee, walked around the mall, then went to a bar. I was struggling on this date because we had nothing in common, at all. This was the hardest date I have ever been on, and I have much respect for guys who do this regularly. Her english was good but I had to speak slowly sometimes, and I felt that I was walking on eggshells to say something good. The walk was the best part of the date. While we were walking I had a lot of ammo based on our excursion, things we walked by that I could joke about and we'd discuss. We go to a bar, get good kino going, drink two beers. It's around 6 PM and I figure it's time to bounce to a motel or another bar. We get outside and start making out when she mentions she's supposed to meet her parents for a concert soon so she has to go.
I kiss her goodbye say we should hang out Sunday. At this point I had 10% battery, and although I had girls who wanted to meet, I had no service and couldn't arrange plans. I decided to play it safe and head back to the hostel for food, battery, WiFi, and figuring out the night.
As soon as I walk in to the lobby I spot four well dressed gringos and say what's up, they all want to go out. After some pregaming I can tell they are at least
somewhat game aware and want to chase pussy. Cool, we go eat dinner then go to some bar nearby, then finally head to
Pata Negra. Many girls on Tinder said this was the place to be. I liked the overall vibe of this bar...somewhere between a neighborhood bar and dance club. We stayed for an hour but couldn't get into the many large groups that littered the upstairs bar. The dancefloor was mostly couples so we ditched to get tacos, then head to the nightclub
Mono.
Mono is exactly what I wanted in a nightclub...off the beaten path and grungy outside. We got there around 1 AM but they still weren't open, so we ran street game and smoked some of the single cigarettes that the street vendors sell. Finally the bar opens and there is a large line to get in. Of course, in Mexico, there is no concept of "line" so it is more of a mob. After a few minutes of waiting I experience my first
gringo pass when the bouncer signals towards us, "HEY! YOU GUYS! COME HERE!"
Yes, the bouncer let me and four gringos skip the giant crowd to get into the club. Now I know what it feels like to be a hot girl. The club itself was fantastic, dark, high energy, wild light show, plenty of girls to go around. All the gringos are approaching with varying success, but we are having a good time nonetheless. This is when things got weird...I'm talking to a gorgeous little piece of 19 year old ass (since the drinking age is 18 there) and first, cockblocking strikes. Multiple guys come up to me and say "oh make sure you take care of her okay bro," even "this girl...she is my cousin. She is a great girl, don't fuck up!" (the guy was not her cousin).
Then things turn for the worse when I start feeling sick, while still talking to this girl. At first I keep it cool, switch to water, and keep talking to her. I still feel sick, so I try to diagnose what went wrong. At this point I had drank lots of beer and liquors (mixing can mess me up), had local water (with ice in drinks), and dirty street tacos. All possibilities for sickness. Okay, redbeard, keep it cool, it'll pass and you'll bang this chick. Ten minutes go by and I still feel like shit, when all of the sudden I am sweating bullets, sick to my stomach. It's getting worse and I rudely interject "I'm going to the bathroom," dash to the bathroom, and rudely leave this poor girl alone. My mind is racing as I remember Roosh's horror stories of shitting himself in
A Dead Bat In Paraguay. Once in the bathroom I stand over a toilet, the world spinning, but after ten minutes there is no vomit, no violent diarrhea. My sweating has stopped and I feel ready to go. "You got this." I splash some water on my face and I'm back in the game.
It's now 3:30 AM...everybody has struck out, I lost the girl I was with, and I still didn't feel 100%. We head back in and crash at the hostel.
Saturday was EDC...not much to report except that girls love the gringo beard. I did not hit the bars after because EDC ended around 2:30 AM. Returning back to the hostel I had my second
gringo pass incidence when my cab driver convinced the police to let us down a closed road because I was American.
For EDM fans, my EDC MX one-day ticket was ~$60, whereas EDC Las Vegas runs ~$350 for 3-day pass. I will probably be returning next year.
Sunday I wanted to recharge my mental/physical/social batteries, so I walked from the hostel to Paseo de la Reforma all day. It was beautiful, the walking combined with multiple 1,5 L bottles of water helped fight my hangover. I opened a few sets, there was good talent at
Reforma 222, another outdoor mall that had Zara among other stores. The girl from Friday was on her period and was shy about it so we didn't meet.
Notes & Observations
Girls: Overall, as expected, extremely receptive to my gringo game. Mexican stereotypes are true, they are all short and fat, so the young ones see me and are wildly interested. Multiple girls commented on "I feel safe with such a big man" or "I've never kissed a man with a beard before."
It seemed that the more english a girl spoke...the more she was interested. I'm not sure if this is some cultural thing, where they learn english in school, or become more comfortable around Americans, but it was night and day if a girl spoke english or not. Some spanish speaking girls would just say "no hablo" and glare at me until I walked away. I always approached in English, as per an old Roosh post.
The sets I had success with, even though I didn't bang, were a breath of fresh air. They were easy going, nice, followed my lead, did not disrespect me, curse, or say anything negative. Whenever I escalated to a level of kino, they would follow suit and keep contact, reaching for my hand or kissing me unprompted.
It seems most of the attractive girls were 18-21, skinny and cute 7 or 8's, no real stunners. Maybe once they hit 23 they get fat. I imagine all of the top girls are at Polanco, so I will be exploring there more next time.
Cost: Everything was cheap as shit. The following is in pesos/mexican dollars, which is currently about 17 peso = 1 USD.
Johnnie Walker Red/Black at bars - $90-$110
Cab ride anywhere around town - $50 to $200
All meals - $75 - $200
3 L of water at Circle K - $5
Mono Cover Charge - $150
Four beers on date near Antara - $20
Crime: I felt safe the entire time. Mexico City is a true metropolis, there are always people around. More importantly, there are always police around. I don't mean Paul Blart mall cops, the Policia are in full body armor with automatic weapons, riot shields, and ammo belts. They are on patrol at all hours. As a general rule of thumb, if you avoid empty streets, you should be fine. Major streets will have citizens or police at all times, and if it's late, take a cab everywhere. The only time I felt worried was in the crowds, especially after a pick-pocketer scored iPhones from not only the girl I was holding hands with, but also my gringo wingman. After that I kept everything front pocket.
Before this trip I bought one of these
tactical flashlights (hat tip to
MikeCF). It got through customs both ways and multiple pat downs throughout the weekend. Some security thought it was a knife, but after flicking it on they just gave me strange expressions and returned it. The light is bright as fuck and I recommend it to anyone for security.
Cabs: A few people warned me about the cabs hiking up prices, or going in circles to jack up the fare. I didn't notice this, or at least they only added a 20 peso gringo tax.
Air Pollution: On par with major cities, probably NYC (haven't been in two years so I can't say). The air wasn't clean but it wasn't India.
Things I would do differently:
-Get a cell phone. T-Mobile offers coverage throughout Mexico, USA, and Canada, so I'll probably get an Android Burner in the states so I can pipeline and use What's App when in Mexico. It was relaxing not having notifications 24-7, but it's hard to coordinate plans when you have to duck into WiFi.
-Learn more Spanish
-Bring more Quest Bars and ACV, my bag was barely checked
-Stay in a hostel but get a private room, win-win situation
-Stay longer, actually daygame some, and hit Polanco nightclubs
Overall I had a blast and will be returning, with the lessons learned from this first playboy expedition.