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.
