When I was in the dating game, I mostly brought chicks to my spot because most of these bytches got fukked up living situations. They either still living at home w/ mom, have roommates, or living in an unsafe or inconvenient neighborhood. I never even entertained single mothers, so I don’t know how you nikkas be sneaking over hoes cribs while they kids asleep.
My apartments were always optimized for the smash. I would always deep clean my place before a date. I usually tried to take chicks to a bar in close proximity, so I could bounce her back my spot easily. I had wine, music, weed, snacks, whatever a bytch liked on deck. I also had my home studio setup and would play keyboard and sing as a last resort to impress hoes. Home field advantage has its perks.
However, the rare instance that a broad has an optimal living situation is GOAT. When I lived in Philly, I had this chick with a nice two-level apartment near Kelly Drive. It was so great not having to do any of the legwork of hosting. Bytch used to bake banana bread for me and shyt. A nikka was living the life. On our first link we chilled on the Art Museum steps, and went back to her crib to smash. The whole time we were messing with each other, she never came to my spot. That was also convenient for me because my ex was still coming over to smash during that time period, and a lot of her stuff was still there.
My apartments were always optimized for the smash. I would always deep clean my place before a date. I usually tried to take chicks to a bar in close proximity, so I could bounce her back my spot easily. I had wine, music, weed, snacks, whatever a bytch liked on deck. I also had my home studio setup and would play keyboard and sing as a last resort to impress hoes. Home field advantage has its perks.
However, the rare instance that a broad has an optimal living situation is GOAT. When I lived in Philly, I had this chick with a nice two-level apartment near Kelly Drive. It was so great not having to do any of the legwork of hosting. Bytch used to bake banana bread for me and shyt. A nikka was living the life. On our first link we chilled on the Art Museum steps, and went back to her crib to smash. The whole time we were messing with each other, she never came to my spot. That was also convenient for me because my ex was still coming over to smash during that time period, and a lot of her stuff was still there.
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