Part 4: Animals, Car Crash, Conclusion
My system was still buzzing from cocaine and threesomes and sleep didn’t want to stick around. I got up, whacked back a couple of coffees from Tinta and mounted the bike.
At Lummus there was a huge, perfectly intact jellyfish right on the shore. I picked it up and walked over to some girls with it. They looked at me weird and one told the others to “stay away from that crazy man”. I laughed and went to go find a party that would be interested.
The next set of girls were curious and I got them to touch the large jelly. I told them how some jellyfish can get to be 60 feet long and they started squealing. We talked about the strange life in the Oceans and how SCUBA diving in the Great Barrier Reef was one of the greatest experiences of my life.
The water was perfectly clear and it being under in SCUBA equipment and neutrally buoyant felt like flying around in the atmosphere on a planet that was filled with alien life.
Bizarre creatures you could never imagine were right there in front of my eyes living their strange lives underwater.
While we were talking, two jacked guys came over. They didn’t add anything to the conversation and put their hands on the girls to get their attention. I asked if the guys wanted to touch the jellyfish and they just looked at me funny. I told them they were missing out, bowed and said farewell.
I took that giant jelly around and showed little kids, tourists, and models. I got them laughing with stories of surfing with sharks, swimming with sea turtles, and riding dolphins.
The prettiest girls respond the best to descriptions of animal life and are fascinated by my experiences in Nature. I find this more and more and its my go-to conversation with beautiful women and encourages me to get out and experience Mother Nature as much as I can.
I invited some of the girls to come meet me in Wynwood that night and we exchanged information.
I went North on the bike so I could be alone and get naked with the ocean, then, after filling up on ceviche, I stopped by a package store to buy some beer.
On the way out of the parking lot, I was waiting for traffic to pass and a car rolled up behind me and didn’t stop.
It hit the rear wheel of the bike and I was careened forward. I managed to stay on the bike but my leg was bruised when one of the pedals crashed in to me.
I cursed and looked the driver in the eye. It was an older man and he got out apologizing profusely.
He was driving a BMW and was dressed sharply. I asked him what happened and he said he thought I was going to ride on the sidewalk.
“The sidewalk? Since when do bikes use the sidewalk and what made you think I was going to go?”
He really was apologizing as best he could and as I inspected the bike, I saw the rear wheel had been bent and was not usable.
I showed him the damage to the wheel and leg and he took out his wallet and offered me 200$.
I told him that I didn’t want the police or insurance companies involved but 200 wasn’t going to be enough for me to replace the wheel, waste my time, let alone my bruised leg.
He went to an ATM and pulled out 200 more dollars and gave me $400 total.
I was satisfied, my leg wasn’t really that bad, nothing a few fingers of whiskey couldn’t cure, and the wheel ended up costing $120 to replace.
That night I used my extra cash to take a cab up to Wynwood. There was a party going on in a big open air bar and girls were everywhere.
I went over to a group of three and waved at them. One girl had really thick eyeliner on and I asked if she had any more. She didn’t but I was determined to get some now that the idea was in my head.
I walked around asking girls if they had eyeliner, nobody had any. I hit the streets, stood on a corner and asked female passersby.
A few of them complimented my style (this cigar/hat combo was killing it).
An Asian girl had some eyeliner and she applied it to both eyelids. Now I felt like I was back in costume. I bumped the coke that was left and burned around Wynwood.
A flowy looking boho-style model looking fairy made hard eye contact as we approached each other on the sidewalk. Out came the cockiest smirk in the world and I said “Darling, we need to dance!” She just laughed and told me we would another time.
I danced around the streets for a while twirling girls around…the crowds were thick and there was pussy everywhere. I felt like dancing and decided to head to the most fun club around.
A cab took me back to Blackbird Ordinary and the energy came out as I danced with black girls.
The backyard was packed with guys. The ratio was about 7:3. I lit a cigar, leaned against a table and puffed away. The girls were coming up to me and asking what I was doing. I told them I was traveling and looking for adventure.
Shallow American girls never understand that explanation. They always need some reason.
When I travel internationally, such as through Mexico last year, all I have to say is that I am traveling for the experience.
There is no other reason, its the truth and the closest I get to finding purpose in this fucked up world.
Most Americans do not understand this and won’t accept the answer.
I found this out back in the mid-2000s when I was on the road selling photos and writing. All I wanted to do was see different landscapes, meet new people, and gain new experiences.
When I told people this, especially in Middle America, they always got suspicious. Girls would shut down, and men wouldn’t trust me.
So I changed my response to “I’m a writer/photographer and I’m interested in the Nature and Geology of the area.” That was all it took, girls loved me after that and guys supported and respected me. Americans need to hear reasons. Come up with something that sounds right if you want to be accepted.
It was a whirlwind of a night, dancing more with the black chicks, perching outside on the steps to watch the crowd of bad game and bored women. This repeated over and over again and never got boring.
After last call, I walked back to the nuthouse, laughed at the guys one more time when they said something about the eyeliner, and slept.
The next day, I got the bike repaired, rode to the beach on last time, had my final ceviche lunch, and returned the bike.
That was it, Miami was done, she was a sexy warm tornado of non-stop fun and an exciting fling, but I was looking forward to returning home to Brooklyn.
On the flight back, it was easy to reflect on how much travel, new adventures and women add to the richness of life.
Not to mention self-confidence.
There is no better feeling to walk around with than to know you can land in a new place 1000s of miles away and be able to bang the local women with ease.
I do much better game-wise when on the road.
While living out of my car I learned to become a mysterious vagabond just passing through town for a bit and looking for anything interesting. Its the mindset I’m most comfortable in and I can be completely honest about showing a girl the time of her life for a night and not become attached.
Girls want this experience, they want a night to remember for the rest of their lives and share with their girlfriends.
It is the best game for a person like me to run because it also frees up a lot of my time. There is no need for me to exchange phone numbers, no dates, and its a concentration of intense energy.
I’m good at focusing energy for short amounts of time and can produce a lot of it. That’s key if you want to seduce a girl as fast as possible. Focus on her, let her know you are attracted to her, own the fact that you want to have sex with her, and make your interactions an adventure. The more energy I feel from the inside, the more confident I am that I’m getting laid that night.
It wasn’t long after Art Basel that I was able to travel to Big Bend, Texas and become inspired by camping among the landscape and wildlife out there. This was a truly amazing experience and the night I returned to town, I knew that something fantastic was going to happen. And sure enough, the fire burned, I tossed a guy out of a bar, and picked up a girl without saying much of anything to her.
This is the point: go out and live. Climb a mountain, go hunting, skiing, cycling, birdwatching, swim in a river. Do things that are risky and provide a sense of accomplishment. They will fill you with a real kind of confidence that women sense.
They also give you interesting things to talk about.
I’m saving up for my next trip, don’t know exactly where I’ll be going next, but I plan on making it the biggest adventure yet.
There is no end.