Category: Field Reports

What a fuckin’ weekend! This trip to Miami was by far the best time I’ve had traveling to date… hands down. I have to thank my wing for inviting me down. Those who didn’t take me up on my Miami offer (you know who you are) lost the fuck out!

Wednesday:
After getting into Miami, me and my wing hit a club called Glass that night. Our game plan from day one was to go out with the intent to build an entourage so that on the last night we went out, we had a bunch of girls with us. What was surprising was that there were SO many hot chicks out on a Wednesday night. I think the reason why was because most of the women we talked to weren’t from Miami. Most were tourists.

So we get a table and start talking to the people around us and opening a few sets. Another surprising thing was that there were really no bitch shields. With all the talk about how hot the women are in Miami, I expected it to be tough to open. That wasn’t the case at all.

We both sarge for a while and have some decent results. Nothing of educational value happened that is worth writing about though.

While we’re sitting at our table, a group of 3 women and a guy take the table next to us. 2 of the women are pretty hot all around. (HBShortHair and HBEngland) The other girl had a cute face, but she was a bit overweight. All of the girls are dancing on the table, on the couch, on the railing, etc. They were getting drunk and kind of wild. However, the guy seemed out of place. He was in a suit firs of all and didn’t look like he know how to party.

My wing starts gaming the larger one with the cute face (CuteFaceGirl) and she tells him that the other two girls are lesbians, the guy is an assistant to a Saudi prince and he has paid the two more attractive girls $2,000 to hang out with him for the night so he can look good in the club. (They call it eye candy.) Can you say HUGE FUCKING AFC?

These kinds of guys come to Miami and pay girls to hang out with them to look good in front of other women. They don’t pay with the intention of getting sex, but if it goes down… it’s all-good. It they like the girls they end up giving them cash, cars, drugs, etc. These girls were just doing it for the cash.

I see the two girls kiss each other at one point in the night and I decide that I want to flirt with them to see how far I can get. I don’t want to try to blow the guy out, because I figure that might be impossible. That would be like trying to get the girls fired from their job. So I open one of them with one of the lines I’ve been using to approach women who I see texting in a club.

Continue reading FR: Sexual Chocolate Does Miami

I’m having a ball here right now. Last time I was here was Christmas of 2005 and I cut my trip short because I felt like a fish out of water. If you don’t know me, I’m African-American and practically everyone here is Caucasian, Asian or Middle Eastern. I didn’t have enough tools last time to be social and meet people. Now it’s completely different.

The first night I went to a few bars in Darling Harbor with another community guy from Brisbane. I opened almost all group sets, transitioned into some kino routines and all the girls all loved it. I even hooked a bachelorette set with a joke palm reading routine I made up on the spot. They loved it so much they started taking pictures of me doing this shit!

Ran into Tyler D. and had the pleasure of gaming the same chick.

Later on something odd happend. I got my first 3-way kiss of the year with these 2 girls from the U.S. (I’m going to try to get the picture of it), pulled them back to my hotel with the guy from Brisbane, got them up to the room, got the music going, tried to separate them to get things happening… and they bolted! WTF!

Anyway, we shrugged it off and went out gamming agian. Oh well.

So tonight I realized how much my mindset has changed in the last 1.5 years and that I need to hang with guys who are like-minded.

Tonight I met up with some friends, of a friend, of a friend. While these guys are cool guys and what you would consider alpha, their mindset was infections and fuck up half my night.

I use to walk in to a club, walk around to check out what kind of talent was there, and then wait for something to happen… something to “pop off”. I was so reaction seeking back then. I’d wait for IOIs, stare at girls and see if they’d give me extended eye contact, wait for them to ask me to dance, etc. This is exactly what these 4 guys did tonight and what they do every night when they walk into the club.

I’m not bashing them for their style, it’s just that I have more tools in my toolbox now. It’s my fault for letting this mindset infect me.

Once I stepped away from them a few hours later, collected my thoughts and grabbed my balls, I ended up meeting a really sexy Ausie girl who has been dancing since the second grade and a pre-school teacher who stared me down. (I love teachers. They’re conservative during the day and freaks at night!) I have both of their numbers so we’ll see what happens.

Anyway, I can’t let that shit happen to me again. When it does I feel like shit and I also feel like I’ve wasted my whole f’ing night. Right now so every night is precious.

Continue reading FR & LR: Sexual Chocolate in Sydney

Sorry about the delay in posting anything about my trip here to Rio De Janeiro, Brazil for anyone interested. Quite honestly it’s been un-eventful. First challenge… I’m staying in Copacabana and the first day I got here I was a bit disappointed at the quality of women in this area. I expected fuckin’ hot 10 type, potential supermodel women. Nada! Not a one.

The next day I found out that Ipanema and Leblon are the places to be. Asian Playboy and I went to a bar in Ipanema the first night together (I was taking a workshop from him) and I spotted exactly what I was looking for. Second challenge… The language barrier. It seems like the women that I’ve been approaching don’t speak a frickin lick of English. I’m not going to be deterred thought. I want some of that hot Brazilian 3some action!

It sounds like Ozzie RSD is having a shit load of success out here. Since he is from Spain, I’m sure he’s having more success with communicating.

I’ve also been told that I look like I could be Brazilian. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing since I don’t speak a lick of Portuguese. I am told when I travel in Europe that I’m “exotic”, which adds to AI. I’m hardly getting any eye contact here. Suggestions anyone?

The 3rd night here I went to this place called “Help”. It’s notorious for being the spot where tourists go to find hookers. It’s a huge dance club with almost nothing but “working” girls. I’m not about to pay for some pussy, but wanted to at least experience the atmosphere.

I did however manage to find and sarge a stripper from Canada at “Help”. She was about an 8.5 and she had the most amazing legs I’ve seen in a long, long time. They felt good too! Soooo fuckin’ muscular!!! Very little ass though. Kind of ironic being here in Brazil where they worship the ass. Anyway, I played some good game. Spiked her attraction, ran a little attraction on the obstacle, built a little connection through talking about travel, then made out with her as her friends were trying to pull her away to go home. Didn’t get a number, but she wants me to meet here at Carnival on Sunday.

Well, I’m about to transfer to another crappy hotel since the Sofitel down here fucked up my reservation. It seems like it “got stuck” in the system. Fuckin’ bastards! I travel all the way down here thinking I have my hotels paid in full, don’t have my credit card with all the high credit limit on it, and the best they can tell me is “it just got stuck somewhere”. If any of you have met me, you know I’m pretty laid back. Good thing it takes a lot to get me stressed.

I’ll keep anyone interested posted on the rest of my trip.

Peace out bitches!

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Well, it’s 7am in the morning here in Rio and I just got back from a fabulous night at Club Help again. Instead of hitting the sack I wanted to post this while it’s fresh in my mind.

Continue reading FR & LR: Sexual Chocolate in Brazil