It's February in Florida. It's also 82 degrees and so I decided to go to the beach.
I've been doing this a lot lately—experimenting going to places by myself and seeing what happens. Of course, these places are beaches and bars, and 80% of the time it’s a combination of the two. The sun really does better the mood, alcohol helps as well, I guess
Last weekend I did this, I ended up in a rap video in Miami with a giant teddy bear named Mo'. I was excited to see what kind of fun I could get myself into on a Sunday funday.
Anyway, this time around I decided to grab by buddy—his name will be DSXL—who just recently started implementing the same lifestyle as the one I've been trying to develop for myself. I've been aware of game for a few years, which is how I met my (ex)girlfriend, who I also just broke up with 2 months ago after 3 years.
So I've been going out and creating my own realities, and having more fun than ever. I knew I had a little catching up to do in the single field. It's a numbers game that needs to happen, and I figured I might as well have fun with this.
DSXL and I get to the beach at around noon and the place is PACKED. A week of cold weather and rain can piss off Floridians more than you'd think, so now they're all making up for it. There's all kinds of crowd there but most importantly is that they are all beautiful. We've got rolled up button ups, bathing suits (fit just above the knee), sun glasses, and convertible hair. It is a perfect sunny beach day.
We eat slice of pizza, drink a corona lite, and decide to go for a swim. We walk to the beach and it became very apparent how the turf was laid out. We've got people with kids one one side of the pier, and on the other we've schools of college/highschool kids and thong wearing latinos.
It was really hard to tell age, so we just took a stab in the dark to the best of our emotional judgement (never listen to that *****). We walk up to these 2 girls that were laying down
Drunktiger21: Hey, are you guys going to be a while?
Girl1: Yeah we just got here
Drunktiger21: Cool can we trust you with our things?
Girl2: haha yeah
Drunktiger21: Okay because we want to go for a swim. Could we get you guys to watch our stuff for us?
Girl1: Sure, blah blah blah
DSXL: blah blah blah
Girl2: blah blah blah
Drunktiger21: Would you like to join us in the water?
Girl1: blah no blah blah
So we go for a dip and hangout enjoying the sun for a bit. After, we go to gather our stuff.
**** was guarded with Pentagon level security. We didn't get jacked; success.
THE LESSON: Get people to do **** for you. It's a weird backwards thing, but it builds rapport. People think that just because they did you a favor, no matter the size, they assume that they gather “loyalty tokens” from you to redeem their "favor", except rarely do. Because honestly, who's going to think anything of you asking them to pass your water bottle? It's stupidly subconscious but this **** works.
We walked around a bit down the beach and then walked over to a bar. We managed to find a way to squeeze in to order a drink. I get my whiskey ginger and go on the balcony to wait for DSXL. After initial glance, there wasn't anything going on. A DJ with a mic, some alone guys, and some older women.
I find an older super tan dude, obviously a local, looking over the pool which is behind a short fence that's attached to the connecting hotel. I chat em up for 2 minutes talking about the pool, local real estate prices, bull****. I say goodbye and leave to wait for DSXL.
THE LESSON: Talk to everyone. I had no idea now, but my 2 minute interaction with the old dude will reward us later. Open doors for yourself, don't wait for **** to happen. Manage your life. You're the boss of your reality.
DSXL shows up with some pink blended bull**** in a chalice with an umbrella and a pineapple slice. We talk and have a good time between us on the balcony overlooking the water and busy beach street. We spot these two cuties and wanted to get their attention. Kind of hard to over-scream the DJ and I don't want to scream across the street looking like an idiot, although I was willing and ready to. It would have been fun, but I wanted to be a bit smarter.
I walk over to the DJ and point to the cute blonde girls holding their plastic cups. He's been hollering at people trying to get them to come over the the restaurant, so he's no stranger to my request
Drunktiger21: Hey dude, tell them to come over here
Star glasses: HEY LADIES, YEAH YOU STANDING THERE, I KNOW YOU KNOW I'M TALKING ABOUT YOU
At this point, I'm standing there with streetwalkers and half the restaurant staring at us. Everyone except the girls that fit the holler. An attempt later, the girls turn around, give us some bull****, take a photo of all of us having a good time and start walking away. An older lady approached me and gives me a “just an OK" on my girl pick. Bull****, lady. Too bad I didn't see that lady's daughter anywhere around.
I wanted to go call those girls out. I thank the DJ, and went to go talk to the girls. We approach them and chit chat for a little bit and got them to take a picture me and DSXL since they're so good at photography. Our reward was the most handsome picture of us mother****ers we've got to date.
THE LESSON: I'm sure you've heard this advice—take up room. This starts from walking into any room or place with a grin. Project that **** and make people wonder "who is that guy?!" GET FACEY.
We ask the girls to join us for a drink, the Swedish girl seems down, but the MOTG declined our invitation in her South Georgian accent. Looking back, I am now really curious how they met.
Ok, moving on.
We entertained ourselves and ourselves only. So far, our day is a blast.
We make our way to the next beach bar and open a few 2 sets there. Treat them like old friends and move to someone who I noticed as soon as we came in, the southern blondie in a sundress. She's sitting at the bar with two friends, a Colombian girl and her muscular friend. We chat for a few, ignoring the blondie still, who is clearly the third wheel.
Things are going well and our small talk earned us subconscious clearance from the friends to attract the blondie. I start off with some mind****s
Drunktiger21: Hey are you interested in psychology?
Drunktiger21: Ok awesome, are you a good people watcher?
Blondie: blah blah blah
Drunktiger21: We're picking up girls today, we want you to be our wingwoman straightface
Blondie: Oh yeah? What's in it for me? she's hooked
Drunktiger21: In return, we will find you the perfect guy
This girl knew she could get any guy she wanted. I loved it.
We bull**** a bit more and I kind of start spacing out while DSXL delivers some killer rapport.
In the meantime, the Colombian girl's Muscles leaves and she joins our conversation.
About 20 minutes later, DSXL brings up going back into the water, and me, who has removed the word "no" in response to an experience, thought it was an awesome idea.
The girls invited themselves along. They had to leave and return in 5 minutes, so I told them to come find us. DSXL were not going to let them come find us alone, so we occupy our time with one of the dudes who I met in the DJ booth earlier today.
The girls come up and kidnap us and we head to the beach.
The only thing that I wish we handled better was figuring out who's girl is who because the confusion kind of dragged out and was spread out across both parties.
We take a dip in the water for maybe 10 minutes, which now feels like the Pacific. We decided to phase shift and a hot tub sounded great. Where the **** are we going to find a hot tub?
Oh that's right! I remember talking to that older tan dude and he specifically mentioned the hot tub at that pool.
Off we went.
We get to the hot tub and are joined by 3 older folks and we strike up conversation. I am reminded that I have more things in common with an older person than I do with a nursing student who thinks she’s going to be making 250k a year. I kept the Colombian girl’s attention, but I was not attracted to her. Girls, please stop ****ing posting pictures holding your blunts on Instagram
Anyway, DSXL is vibing with Blondie, who weirdly didn't have a plaid bathing suit. And I'm winging him while practicing running DHV routines on the Colombian, who was sitting there like a puppy waiting for a command, eating that **** up.
DSXL could and should have kissed blondie. It was a hurdle—but, next time. We keep having a good time and were nearing the end of the pools operating hours. We all decided to go finish this great day off with some ribs, and made plans to meet again.
By the way, has anyone had sex with a Colombian girl? Are they as crazy as everyone seems to say? DSXL's ex is columbian and he says sex is super dirty and is like clock work.
TLDR: What did everyone else do this weekend?