The jam packed terminal was swarming with people. I was feeling the eye-fucks and trying to figure out a way to employ my Airport Game tactics when I spotted a very tall, extremely elegant, well dressed Indian woman.
It was obvious she was also on her way to Art Basel, you could easily pick out the characters who were on a pilgrimage there.
I was one of them, she knew as I approached, we spoke about this later in the conversation and then we had a fun time picking out the people around who were also going.
- Jet-black, spiky-haired chick with coke eyes
- Suited up nerdy hipster with black rimmed glasses and attaché case
- Chick with a cap on and piercings in her face (oh shit, thats a bartender at one of the places I frequent–go up and say hello)
- Hot blonde with punk rock pants and Dr. Martens
- Guy wearing all black with sleeve tattoos, a beanie and big beard
We played around like this for a while and then she asked what I was going to see. I told her my plan was just to meet new people and ask what was going on.
She then told me that she had a ticket to one of the major dance parties the next night. She showed me the events info on her phone and told me all about it. When I said “I can’t make any concrete plans now, but why don’t you give me your information and we’ll be in touch” her face almost dropped to the floor.
The thing is, I want to travel with absolutely no strings attached, no excuses in my head to not make every night an adventure. No option but to approach strangers, banter until I am accepted and then see what happens. Thats when the craziest, most memorable shit goes down.
Plus, I would much rather bang a local Miami Latina than another artist from New York. The local hometurf flags are a craving that needs to be satiated when I arrive somewhere new.
This girl was probably expecting an eager-beaver ‘yes’ and I gave her an aloof ‘maybe’. And after that she was hooked. She initiated conversation each time and was constantly trying to prove herself to me.
When my section got called to board and I gave her the laser eyes and said ‘nice talking to you, maybe I’ll see you around’ she just about melted.
This was a powerful woman, she was obviously from a lot of money and was used to getting whatever she wanted. When she came across a man who was free from any type of supplicating behavior and neediness, she was thrown for a loop.
I felt great too. A few years ago, I would have been terrified to say hello to a woman like that. Fun banter would have been out of the question, and I would have given my left nut to go party with her.
The power of game has opened up the world wider than I could have ever imagined.
Later, on the flight, I saw her walking towards the bathroom. When we made eye contact, I gave the cockiest/laser eye/smirk/nod in the world and she tripped over her feet.
I’m going to use this opportunity to plug my coaching service that will launch next week. When I was studying game, the first approaches were the hardest part–now this is what I excel at. I love approaching and do it from a real place.
You’ll be able to see the proper technique to walk up, open up, and start a fun conversation with any girl/group of girls. Being able to approach unlocks the world of game. I’ll give you the keys.
*The choice of freedom paid off in dividends during the first night of Art Basel. I didn’t meet up with elegant Indian, I declined invitations to clubs and private parties in order to be a lone wolf: my favorite way to hunt.
No plan, just wandering.
Two sexy, twerk loving Latinas approached me and asked what I was up to. When I told them ‘whatever I want’ they squealed and told me to join them. We bypassed lines to every club (they were locals and knew all the bouncers), were up in VIP sections, drank for free, got buck fucking wild, and at the end of the night we had an earth-shaking threesome in a million dollar condo overlooking the ocean.
That is the type of place a life of freedom will lead.