Perfectson
Banned
So last night, Wednesday, I came up from beautiful Miami to hit up the easier more accommodating Ft Lauderdale night scene. Started off at Playaz sports bar, since I know someone there for a couple of drinks. Chopped it up there for a moment, then made my way to Blue Martini for wednesday's Ladies nights, which I've had some pretty good success.
Side Bar: Pulling chics in Ft Lauderdale is just wayyy easier, specifically the locals there. They don't have the Miami arrogance or entitlement. I actually much prefer the crowds
So, I'm there about to get in but they told me $10 cover. I was looking around and it didn't seem quite as packed and I was curious if they were just charging me because I was a guy myself (and/or black + I wasn't particularly dressed up and didn't valet my car). So, I said let me call my buddy 1st. Of course I was alone and only did that to save some face for not paying. I walk over to the side feigning a phone call...when some white chic comes stumbling over. Now, she was about a 5, wasn't my type but I figured let me take a jumper. SO, I give her eye contact and said "how is it inside". And this point her cheap heels were just barely hanging on to her ankles, she looked like a new born calf trying to walk. She was definitely second guessing why she didn't wear flats, I was thinking, when all of a sudden I just here "frwwwwaaaaap". How to describe the simultaneous action of her heels sliding across the pavement, her belongings being tossed to the ground, and the rest of her body going into full pout mode like a 6 year old girl. She's literally on the ground just sitting there in the middle of the valet area. She says come sit next to me, so I walk over and I survey the area. There two benches 20 feet away, so I tell, "you look to good to be on the ground, be a lady, lets go sit on the bench and talk" She refuses, several times. Eventually, starting to cry - she begs me to sit next to hear so she can bend my ear. I finally comply, after ensuring no one was watching. So she's bawling on and on about her ex-husband, who is in the party dancing with some other chic and told her to go dance with some other guy. Apparently, she did not get the memo that they were divorced. So I sit there and listen, occasionally chiming in until I see a group of black people coming towards us. I quickly sprung to my feet and convinced her to sit on the bench.
So now I'm comfortable, we are on the bench. I can nonchalantly do my thing without look like I'm actively hollering. So I'm spitting my game, she's falling for it. At this point her friends (a couple) come out. They see us and make a beeline towards us. Now of course I'm very nonchalant about it, but she's sitting there crying and tries to hide her face. The female just looks at me and smiles, but the guy comes over and starts trying to talk to her (obviously uncomfortable that I'm there talking to her). She covers her face and tells him bye, 3-4 times. He looks over at me, I smile and shook my head side to side like an happy Indian man. So they walk off...then she pooted. She was embarassed, but it smelled like dim-sun - I couldn't do it, I literally got up and said nice to meet you and hurried back to my car...
Side Bar: Pulling chics in Ft Lauderdale is just wayyy easier, specifically the locals there. They don't have the Miami arrogance or entitlement. I actually much prefer the crowds
So, I'm there about to get in but they told me $10 cover. I was looking around and it didn't seem quite as packed and I was curious if they were just charging me because I was a guy myself (and/or black + I wasn't particularly dressed up and didn't valet my car). So, I said let me call my buddy 1st. Of course I was alone and only did that to save some face for not paying. I walk over to the side feigning a phone call...when some white chic comes stumbling over. Now, she was about a 5, wasn't my type but I figured let me take a jumper. SO, I give her eye contact and said "how is it inside". And this point her cheap heels were just barely hanging on to her ankles, she looked like a new born calf trying to walk. She was definitely second guessing why she didn't wear flats, I was thinking, when all of a sudden I just here "frwwwwaaaaap". How to describe the simultaneous action of her heels sliding across the pavement, her belongings being tossed to the ground, and the rest of her body going into full pout mode like a 6 year old girl. She's literally on the ground just sitting there in the middle of the valet area. She says come sit next to me, so I walk over and I survey the area. There two benches 20 feet away, so I tell, "you look to good to be on the ground, be a lady, lets go sit on the bench and talk" She refuses, several times. Eventually, starting to cry - she begs me to sit next to hear so she can bend my ear. I finally comply, after ensuring no one was watching. So she's bawling on and on about her ex-husband, who is in the party dancing with some other chic and told her to go dance with some other guy. Apparently, she did not get the memo that they were divorced. So I sit there and listen, occasionally chiming in until I see a group of black people coming towards us. I quickly sprung to my feet and convinced her to sit on the bench.
So now I'm comfortable, we are on the bench. I can nonchalantly do my thing without look like I'm actively hollering. So I'm spitting my game, she's falling for it. At this point her friends (a couple) come out. They see us and make a beeline towards us. Now of course I'm very nonchalant about it, but she's sitting there crying and tries to hide her face. The female just looks at me and smiles, but the guy comes over and starts trying to talk to her (obviously uncomfortable that I'm there talking to her). She covers her face and tells him bye, 3-4 times. He looks over at me, I smile and shook my head side to side like an happy Indian man. So they walk off...then she pooted. She was embarassed, but it smelled like dim-sun - I couldn't do it, I literally got up and said nice to meet you and hurried back to my car...
, I love your car 
" I'm like "cool thanks 
", then I see the chic he's with.
". I laugh. He turns to her "look , he's cute right???", "you're cute!
" 
. So the gay guy comes back and hops in the driver seat and I'm now getting a bit 
but then the sicilian chic tells me to sit down, she then hops into my lap and starting put my hand on her titties. her boyfriend is at the window arguing with the gas clerk. I'm like, "yo, your man is right there". She tells me , "I don't give a fukk!!" Now she doesn't look anywhere as good as the 1st and is actually a bit sloppy (though she did have some nice titties). I kinda motion the first girl to come get her. So now they two guys are screaming and yelling at the gas clerk, "tell him fukk you for not selling to us blah blah blah" they come back and the gay guy is like "man fukk that bytch ass niccuh" 
I said, "really breh". He's like "nope, i don't know" so i bakc him into a corner by the doritos and 2 liters and pull my glasses out of his pocket. I said "what are these?" 
hop in the car and speed off
sound just like Lauderdale/ Las olas.... Im telling you man hit Hollywood
