Post: #26

Suited up again. Nobu @ shore club. High end scene. $23 spicy tuna roll. Bartender is chill. Couples to my left. 2 hudge fund managers off to my right.

Latina 30 something takes a seat next to me. Brand name everything. Before I can talk, hedge fund guys are all up on her. "Whats a girl like you doing here by yourself?". Tells them she's meeting a "friend". Friend shows up and I'm laughing. He's at least 60.

Guys: "hey, sorry about talking to your girlfriend" Latina: "oh no! we're not like that."

Sexless sugar daddy proceeds to buy her drinks & $23 sushi rolls. Getting a kick out of this high end miami scene so far...

Aaaannnd its raining again monsoon style. Fml

Post: #27

Miami is brutal. It is one of those places where people just throw around money for the sake of....throwing around money. Even incredibly average women expect this treatment. You cant game your way out of it.

Post: #28

The biblical rains finally let up around midnight Friday.

Hit up 3 clubs in south beach. There were girls, but it definitely affected the turnout, as verified by the bouncers.

Baoli - Great looking crowd. Guys dressed very well here. Big groups of girls seated at tables. Lots of model quality. All girls came with guys. Disappointing 60/40 sausage ratio. Top shelf talent, but no opportunities to approach.

SLS - There's a bar in the back of the hotel. Didn't catch the name. The music was bangin'. Crowd was a bit more rough around the edges. Good quality, but again, all with guys. As soon as a lone girl strays, mobs of middle eastern men attack like packs of hungry wolves. It's a jungle in here.

SET - Had a bit of velvet rope drama here. Made nice with the doorman. Recognized his accent, and talked my way into entry sans the $30 cover. Exceptionally mediocre house music inside. People not having the best time. Real try hard looking scene. 1 - 2 older guys at tables full of models. Tried to snipe a few from the sidelines, but the guys intervened to protect their harems. I realize I have no long term interest in a girl who would be at a table with one of these guys. Sour grapes perhaps.

Not that I'm expecting to meet the mother of my children at a Miami nightclub, but the women I've interacted with so far seem to have nothing going for them besides their looks. Reminds me a lot of LA. These are shallow cities. Not made for deep conversation.

The provider/dependent dynamic here is as extreme as everyone says it is. Miami beach nightlife is a playground for big fish who don't mind dropping stacks for the chance to go home with a dime piece. It doesn't seem to be setup well for a standard player or mack.

I'll still go out tomorrow night and try some more spots, so give me a shout if anyone wants to roll with. But for the next weeks I'm going to focus on my wheelhouse; daygame & online. All of my day 2 prospects have flaked thus far.

Miami difficulty = Veteran + some other shit I haven't figured out yet.

Post: #29

"Not made for deep conversation."

^Exactly.

Leave convos for hotel lounges and bars.

Clubs = energy + mad swag.

The spoils go to the one who can outlast them all.

Miami, LA, NYC are the toughest cities.

You're literally competing at the highest level right now, so don't be too hard on yourself.

The keys to club game are found in the tenacity to crack the code. Once it's cracked though, it's sweet as honey.

Post: #30

(12-28-2013 04:40 AM)McQueensPlayboyRules Wrote:  "Not made for deep conversation."

^Exactly.

Leave convos for hotel lounges and bars.

Clubs = energy + mad swag.

The spoils go to the one who can outlast them all.

Miami, LA, NYC are the toughest cities.

You're literally competing at the highest level right now, so don't be too hard on yourself.

The keys to club game are found in the tenacity to crack the code. Once it's cracked though, it's sweet as honey.

You're right. The sad thing is, after those cities (and maybe Vegas and a hadful of others), almost nowhere else in the states is worth living.

Post: #31

(12-28-2013 02:00 AM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  SLS - There's a bar in the back of the hotel. Didn't catch the name. The music was bangin'. Crowd was a bit more rough around the edges. Good quality, but again, all with guys. As soon as a lone girl strays, mobs of middle eastern men attack like packs of hungry wolves. It's a jungle in here.

I love your reports mate, they are crisp and you got some funny insights like the one above

(12-28-2013 02:00 AM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  Not that I'm expecting to meet the mother of my children at a Miami nightclub, but the women I've interacted with so far seem to have nothing going for them besides their looks. Reminds me a lot of LA. These are shallow cities. Not made for deep conversation.

The provider/dependent dynamic here is as extreme as everyone says it is. Miami beach nightlife is a playground for big fish who don't mind dropping stacks for the chance to go home with a dime piece. It doesn't seem to be setup well for a standard player or mack.

A lot of women are boring in nightclubs period, some women just don't have a personality that's engaging this is why now a days I don't "Plow" if a chick doesn't interest me I burn the set or walk away.

Keep it up

Post: #32

Just moved into a new apartment.

Unpacking my stuff with the door open. An elderly woman, smoking a cigarette, who lives next door came into my room. She opened her mouth, and pointed to it. No teeth. Asked me something in Spanish. I said "you really want another cigarette?" She had no eyebrows either. Just pink eyebrow makeup.

Pointed to her mouth again, made a BJ gesture, and asked for dinero.

"No megusta!!!"

Post: #33

(12-28-2013 01:30 PM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  Just moved into a new apartment.

Unpacking my stuff with the door open. An elderly woman, smoking a cigarette, who lives next door came into my room. She opened her mouth, and pointed to it. No teeth. Asked me something in Spanish. I said "you really want another cigarette?" She had no eyebrows either. Just pink eyebrow makeup.

Pointed to her mouth again, made a BJ gesture, and asked for dinero.

"No megusta!!!"

What the hell part of town did this happen in?

Post: #34

Vitriol Wrote:

Quote:I also think a lot of guys from "God's country" USA will refuse to believe how many girls down here are whoring themselves out in one way or another. Hate it all you want, it's part of the game in Miami.

Sounds like Moscow!

Great thread so far CR - I have no doubt you'll soon crack the code, and half the fun in in trying to figure it out anyway (right?). Meanwhile I'm in Dublin in fattie hell!!

Post: #35

Just hit Mansion for sat. $30 cover.

Huge vegas style venue. Dancers in pasties. Lazers bouncing off the wall. Lame techno music. Some very nice talent here.

Inside, the promoters are corralling the hottest girls into groups, and led to be seated at the VIP tables. I respect these guys hustle. Gotta keep the whales happy. I get that. But the practice leaves only the 7s and below for everyone else in the club.

I didn't get a "ready to fuck tonight" vibe from any girls here. It was "girls night vacation, yay!". Settled with a phone full of phone numbers. All international vacationers. Including a fine ass ukranian, and an 18 y/o blonde/blue 6' german au pair. All leaving within the next few days. All with a group of girls to pull them away while working my magic.

One tactic I levereged a few times, is when the girls is in process of being physically pulled by her friend, was to engage the cock blocking friend directly and say, "Excuse me. Hi are you having fun tonight? Great. Listen. I'm hitting it off with your friend. Is it ok if I borrow her for a few more minutes? I promise I'll give her right back safe & sound ". If I hadn't done this, I wouldn't have gotten any numbers.

Mansion was a proper meat market. Easy to approach here. Good for eye candy. But no locals or DTF vibes.

Gonna keep looking for trouble tonight

Post: #36

Damn, NBC 6 showed some live footage of Courage on the beach...



Keep swinging, and as long as you're enjoying yourself, that's all that matters.

We're all here for you if you need some advice, I still don't know how long you're here for.

Post: #37

Just a note for future reference for guys who are coming to Miami...

South Beach is a place people go to be seen, and then they go tell the other boring people in their lives how cool they are because they did something on the beach on (insert night).

When chicks want to get dug in, there aren't many places on the beach they go to, I mentioned one of them previously.

The big clubs are a waste of time if you aren't doing table service. Yes, that sucks, but you can only play the game since you're not in a position to change the rules.

Talk to girls at Mansion from one side of the rope, then hop that motherfucker and talk to them, and tell me you don't notice a difference.

It's a shitty, superficial, empty city, but it is what it is.

Post: #38

(12-30-2013 03:00 AM)jariel Wrote:  South Beach is a place people go to be seen, and then they go tell the other boring people in their lives how cool they are because they did something on the beach on (insert night).

My boy who is wicked smart moved to Sobe right after college. Within a couple years he was already a manager at his company with his own office and secretary. He was talking to his secretary one Monday morning about what they did over the weekend. He mentioned some club he was at. The secretary said (in an arrogant way), "oh, I partied there like in high school" as if that made her superior to him, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she's a few years older than him and yet his secretary lol.

My boy was like DC people ask "where do you work/live/went to school?" Miami people ask "what car do you drive/where do you party?"

Post: #39

Finally got a date from online last night.

22 Russian chick. Long dark raven hair. Bright blue eyes. Chipmunk cheeks & dimples. Nice big ass. Small waist. Medium heels.

I didn't recognize her at first, because I thought I was meeting a different chick I was also corresponding with. I said, "I thought you were blonde?" She looked at me skeptical. Need to think more before speaking. Or up my pipeline management game.

We had a couple drinks on Lincoln rd. Smarter than the Ukrainian types I've been with lately. She had a nice easy going energy. Not wearing any brand names. I didn't get any gold digger flags. After an hour she passed my hand hold test, so I bounced her to an art gallery, and she took my arm the whole time. We talked about the artwork. She knew lots of the painters.

After the gallery, I walked us to a hotel bar on Ocean. Had another drink. I told her I liked how she made me feel. She asked how that was? I told her it would be easier for me to show her. Told her to sit closer. Had to whisper it. Compliance. Kiss. Make out. Very sensual girl. Still a bit reserved. Typical slavic frost wall.

"Want to get out of here?" I asked. Her, "Sure". I hailed us a taxi. Her, "where are we going now?" Me, "I'm going to show you my XYZ...but you have to promise to be nice when you see." Her, "I can't promise, but ok".

I pay the driver. She hesitates upon realizing we're at my apt. But her feet keep moving, and she comes inside.

I tell her to make herself comfortable. Take off your shoes, but she ignores. There's no carpet here, so I don't know how to get her shoes off without my usual "this is a chinese house" line that's worked so many times for me in the past.

I get her a water. Show her my pictures. Her phone rings, like clockwork. Her best friend is yelling at her in Russian. Asking what she's doing at my apt. I can understand some of the conversation. The language of getting cockblocked is universal.

I have to take a wicked piss from all the drinking. Have been holding it for an hour. I go to the bathroom. Come back out, and she's holding her bag. Bogus. I pull her back to the couch, but she "has to go". We make out for a bit more, but she insists on leaving. Her body feels soft. Smells like flowers, and I'm horny as fuck. I'm about to go caveman, but she stares at me seriously, and says "please".

I want to say I kept pushing, but I have to keep it real with you guys. She thanked me for the wonderful night, and left me alone, with my dick in my hands.

Post: #40

(12-30-2013 01:56 PM)Courage Reborn Wrote:  Finally got a date from online last night.

22 Russian chick. Long dark raven hair. Bright blue eyes. Chipmunk cheeks & dimples. Nice big ass. Small waist. Medium heels.

I didn't recognize her at first, because I thought I was meeting a different chick I was also corresponding with. I said, "I thought you were blonde?" She looked at me skeptical. Need to think more before speaking. Or up my pipeline management game.

We had a couple drinks on Lincoln rd. Smarter than the Ukrainian types I've been with lately. She had a nice easy going energy. Not wearing any brand names. I didn't get any gold digger flags. After an hour she passed my hand hold test, so I bounced her to an art gallery, and she took my arm the whole time. We talked about the artwork. She knew lots of the painters.

After the gallery, I walked us to a hotel bar on Ocean. Had another drink. I told her I liked how she made me feel. She asked how that was? I told her it would be easier for me to show her. Told her to sit closer. Had to whisper it. Compliance. Kiss. Make out. Very sensual girl. Still a bit reserved. Typical slavic frost wall.

"Want to get out of here?" I asked. Her, "Sure". I hailed us a taxi. Her, "where are we going now?" Me, "I'm going to show you my XYZ...but you have to promise to be nice when you see." Her, "I can't promise, but ok".

I pay the driver. She hesitates upon realizing we're at my apt. But her feet keep moving, and she comes inside.

I tell her to make herself comfortable. Take off your shoes, but she ignores. There's no carpet here, so I don't know how to get her shoes off without my usual "this is a chinese house" line that's worked so many times for me in the past.

I get her a water. Show her my pictures. Her phone rings, like clockwork. Her best friend is yelling at her in Russian. Asking what she's doing at my apt. I can understand some of the conversation. The language of getting cockblocked is universal.

I have to take a wicked piss from all the drinking. Have been holding it for an hour. I go to the bathroom. Come back out, and she's holding her bag. Bogus. I pull her back to the couch, but she "has to go". We make out for a bit more, but she insists on leaving. Her body feels soft. Smells like flowers, and I'm horny as fuck. I'm about to go caveman, but she stares at me seriously, and says "please".

I want to say I kept pushing, but I have to keep it real with you guys. She thanked me for the wonderful night, and left me alone, with my dick in my hands.

She's becoming American! You might want to leverage your recent trip by using Facebook pipelining. Search for "people from Ukraine who live in Miami" or something like that. Then anybody you have mutual friends with will show up first and those that have other things in common with you, next. If you have mutual friends with girls, they are good bets. If not, just join any interesting groups they are in and ask people in those groups to give you tips on random, relevant stuff. A lot of girls want to help, but not date. From there you have stuff to do. I did a sample search and came up with a smoking hot MILF from Kiev who is a member of the south florida russian karaoke group (something like that).

Post: #41

I don't understand why Miami is proving so difficult.

Another date flaked out today. These are hard flakes too. No "hey sorry, I can't make" txts. They simply don't show up.

I've had success within 1 week in almost all of the last 15 cities I visited. Hell, I closed 2 girls in Orlando my first day there, and that's only 3 hours away.

If it's a low income, high cost city, then shouldn't that make it easier for an international playboy to swoop here?

It's like the women just don't care about anything. They're jaded to a player. What do they want? I've tried the super high status angle, as well as the from out of town good guy routine.

Do these latinas respond to gushing flattery, or possessive machismo? Sure every woman is different, but I suspect there is a cultural component I'm missing. Trying to figure out what works...

Post: #42

I've been flaked on in Miami more times than I have everywhere else in the world combined. If you aren't getting flaked on at least five times a day, then you're doing something really wrong. All I can tell you is follow the advice on the forum as best you can, but expect to get flaked on. If you follow the advice, the positive results should more than make up for the flaking.

Post: #43

Doesn't all this more or less confirm what G manifesto said with all his crocodile and lion pix?

Post: #44

Miami is not for joe average!

Post: #45

Props to Courage for the honest detailed reports no filter and across all travel threads. I appreciate that. Sobe is definitely tough. Haven't been in a while but I remember that much. I'll be seeing it for myself again in a few weeks. Doesn't sound like you're doing anything wrong. It's just there's 24 hours in a day and you don't now what kind of broad you'll wind up talking to. Just keep the approach count high and keep the energy levels up. If you make, say, 100 approaches, you'll knock down something.

Post: #46

(12-30-2013 04:26 PM)rudebwoy Wrote:  Miami is not for joe average!

Exactly.

No chick is going to go to Cameo on Saturday or LIV on Sunday, thinking, "I hope I meet a nice company yes man tonight!"

The nightlife here is about the moment, the experience, there are a lot of places where you can just be a regular, cool guy, but the big South Beach clubs aren't those kind of places. You have to look and act like you're something else, something that these chicks don't usually come into contact with, so they have a story to tell later.

On another note, I can't stress this enough, chicks are indifferent because they have dick in their lives, it might not be dick they're happy with or in love with, as evidenced by the fact they're out in the clubs where they know dudes are on the prowl, but they're not really DTF, not when they got dudes already smashing, and you're nothing more special than what they already have.

This is not a singles' town, it's really a city full of people in relationships of convenience.

Post: #47

(12-30-2013 04:37 PM)Hencredible Casanova Wrote:  Props to Courage for the honest detailed reports no filter and across all travel threads. I appreciate that. Sobe is definitely tough. Haven't been in a while but I remember that much. I'll be seeing it for myself again in a few weeks. Doesn't sound like you're doing anything wrong. It's just there's 24 hours in a day and you don't now what kind of broad you'll wind up talking to. Just keep the approach count high and keep the energy levels up. If you make, say, 100 approaches, you'll knock down something.

I agree, he could be frontin' harder than Pharell and Jay-Z, but he isn't.

Ultimately, it's about what he wants to do. From what I've read, it seems to me like he wants to meet girls and go on dates. There's nothing wrong with that at all, but it's not Miami-ish. We're trying to knock shit down here, because most girls are already caught up in bullshit relationships/situations -- we have chicks living with parents, boyfriends, husbands, ex-husbands, ex-boyfriends, etc.

A date here means you go to a club, then afterwards you hit 8th St. or Okeechobee, depending on where you're at, for some late night love, and then you let her go back to whoever she's dealing with.

Post: #48

Miami is like that lost city of Gold: Eldorado. Everyone see the TV shows and movies and buy into the BS. What the Courage is experiencing is what we who live here has to deal with on regular basis. There is no trick or angle that works. The only thing that works is having tight game coupled with money, a nice car, and a nice place - plus decent looks. You need to have everything in your favor just to do Ok in Miami. You are white, if you were black, Asian, or mix you would have an even difficult time with the latin girls.

Miami is the most difficult large city I have ever been in. Just going to Ft. Lauderdale, one hour away, things get better.

Post: #49

South Beach is crawling with for real millionaire playboy types.Chicks get down there and see girls that they believe they look better than with some ballin' ass dude and all of a sudden they feel like they deserve the same.In South Beach you need to have MONEY or the APPEARANCE of MONEY to really even stand a chance in the long run.

Post: #50

I've lived here for a month now so I'll chime in with my two cents. You need to be aggressive yet cool and be prepared to approach 30 girls a night. Last night I was running around Story (Kaskade was DJ'ing, place was crawling with girls). I talked to everything in sight, came away with maybe 7 phone numbers, brought two girls back to my place and even after seeing my baller ass spot didn't hook up with either of them. One of those situations where I could have really used a wingman, in fact I remember saying what up to dudes at the club asking if they wanted to hit on girls with me haha.

This city can really beat you down, but I think if you keep grinding and doing the right things shit will go your way eventually. Kind of like in hockey if you're a solid second line winger in a scoring slump, you keep going to the net, winning the battles along the boards and eventually you'll score. Haha. Plus the quality is so good down here that when you do it will undoubtedly be with a looker.