The best way is to follow The G Manifesto to a “T”, if a Model Girlfriend is what you so choose to attain. Although, following The G Manifesto will get you a lot further than that.
Another way to get a Model Girlfriend?
Be born Latvian.
The guys you would see rolling with Model quality girls in Riga, Latvia were the type of guys that if they came to the beaches of Southern California (or almost anywhere decent in America), they would get blanked. For years on end.
But I did well in Riga, Latvia also, so you can’t say the girls have bad taste.
Its splendor was dazzling. The silks, muslins, velvets, capes covered with sequins, jewels, incessant popping of champagne corks, valets coming and going, and the continual murmur rich people generate when gathered in strength, all delighted me. “That’s how I want to be,” he said to himself, “even if it means putting up with this insipid music that seems to be going on forever.” – Onofre Bouvila (a straight Catalan G) in The City of Marvels by Eduardo Mendoza
Bogotá, Colombia – I was going through some notes I had written down during my recent trip to Barcelona. I may expand and write out some of the stories behind these in the future, but for now, here are the notes of some Custom Moves I did while there:
• Hopped the turnstile at Verdager in a Custom Suit and handmade loafers.
• Showed the kids at Arc de Triomf how to do a kick flip and a shove it while I was in royal blue custom slacks, a light blue guayabera with a cigarette in mouth.
• Bought hash strictly out of habit, while walking to Sutton Club, only to later hand it to a cute dreadlocked girl that was kicking back on the street.
• Got down with some boxed wine, Dolo, at La Sagrada Familia for old time’s sake.
• Reminisced at old places I got blowers and shakers. It’s always good when you can say “Oh yeah, I remember when I got a blower there by the beach”.
• I even had little kids from the east side of Barcelona throwing up the “Wessyde”.
• Accidentally dissed the actor, Bob Saget in NYC at the airport when I was exchanging some CASH and he asked me “How do you use this ATM?” I responded, “I don’t know Screech”, and went on about my business. (I had to ask my little brother later to figure out it was Bob Saget.)
• Did some sketches at Park Güell.
• Kicked back and smoked grits while watching tourists get hustled at three card monte on Las Ramblas.
One, Killing Zoe is a pretty dope movie. It is one of the few movies out there that depicts the often overlooked “Heroin Heist Man/ Grunge Heist Man” era of the early 1990’s.
I remember this era well from back when I was a young cub. I vividly recall going over to these older G’s crib in my hood and seeing them shooting up “post heist” (I often bought weed from them and rolled by their crib to see what was going down). They were all high as a kite and there was some “dye-pack ruined” dollar bills in the bath tub. Pretty ugly scene.
But that’s neither heron spikes or Mike and Ike’s.
The other thing I like about the flick is that it covers the typical drug fueled night with locals that everyone has experienced multiple times while traveling.
Also, there is a great lesson to be learned in the movie: getting the loot it is one part, getting away with it is another, exchanging it for dough is the most important.
Lastly, this version of Killing Zoe is in Spanish. So its good for language practice. Additionally, it is great to sit back and watch it with a beautiful Colombian Girl in your palatial apartment on the northside of Bogotá, Colombia while sipping on Malbec and taking a break from the frenetic nightlife of Zona Rosa and Parque 93.
Not like I would know anything about that though.
Ha. Life is good.
In Boxing News, Lucas Matthysse defeats DeMarcus “Chop Chop” Corley.
In one of the most dubious refereeing jobs in recent memory, former world champion DeMarcus “Chop Chop” Corley was allowed to be dropped NINE times in dropping about to Lucas Matthysse via eighth round stoppage in Mendoza, Argentina.
Matthyse softened Corley up over the first four round before dropping Cor twice in round five, once in round six, three times in round seven and two times in round eight.
Most of the shots were hooks to the body and ironically the last knockdown looked like Matthysse clearly missed Corley but Corley slipped and the referee waved the bout off.
Matthysse, 139 1/2 lbs was fighting for the first time since his first professional loss which came last November to Zab Judah is now 28-1 with twenty-six knockouts. Corley, 138 3/4 lbs of Washington, DC is now 37-16-1.
2010 turned out to be a pretty good year. Lots of travel, swooping, boxing, personal development, Money, Custom Suits, and swooping. As it should be.
Here are the Top Ten G Manifesto Posts of 2010:
Mardi Gras: The G Manifesto Way: “Mardi Gras is the flame that burns in the city’s soul, the elaborate overture that tells us what the city is all about. It’s a baroque fantasy, a vibrant flower, a circus, a nightmare, a temptation from the devil.” I would be lying if I didn’t say this was simply the best Data Sheet ever written on New Orleans in general and Mardi Gras specifically.
Buenos Aires and Beeks: Game sold through the narrative. Just a typical funny night in Buenos Aires.
Cracking The West Coast Hipster Girl Code: Go to the dopest block of the coolest hood in almost any city in the world and you will hear the dopest hoods say the same thing, “Sure, that guy Michael Mason, is an amazing International Playboy. One of the best. But he can only pick up high-end girls in top-shelf spots, wearing Custom Suits.” In this one I switch up speeds like Bruce Lee riding the Fuji in the movie.
The Salsa Swoop Move New moves from the newest Chambers of The G Manifesto. I have used this one tons since then.
Language Lessons: One of the best moves you can do to invest in yourself as an International Playboy. A Classic “Win-Win-Win-Win” scenario.
How to Win at The Kentucky Derby: Here I break down a little known move to the public that is has been going on ever since they first put horses on a racetrack and someone said, “I bet you that horse will win!”
Fame VS Game in Newport Beach: A all-time classic from my proto-type G years. The good old days. I almost became a musician.
Nightlife Generalship and Nightlife Princesses in Barcelona: I come up Aces on my first night in what seems to be many top notch International Playboy’s Waterloo: Barcelona. Deadly Game told through the narrative. One will learn more about Real Game from reading this than any $45,000 bootcamp taught by a weesh guy with multi-colore hair and glittery shirts. But you knew that already.
Las Vegas Broken Down to The Organic Compound: People constantly ask me, so I wrote this so I won’t be bothered anymore. The places I hang out in Las Vegas broken down in a very detailed manner that you will only find on The G Manifesto.
“Let your greatest cunning lie in covering up what looks like cunning”– Baltasar Gracián (Spanish Jesuit and baroque prose writer), 1601-1658
“Winning comes down to two things: Taking advantage of your opponents mistakes and perfect timing” – Michael John Mason VI (Father to son boxing advise when I was a young amateur)
This year, when I haven’t been traveling, I have been spending a bunch of time in Beverly Hills, working on some big “heists”, so to speak. So after Entering The Dragon at The Wildcard and a beautiful day at the Getty, I find myself at a Private Club in West Hollywood for dinner and drinks.
Here are the attendees at the dinner:
• Entertainment CEO, who I have never met
• Oscar nominated Producer, who I have met
• My friend in the Horse world and girlfriend
• My friend who works at big corporation putting it all together
• Some young Hollywood Actor, who I don’t know
• Hollywood stylist guy (British), who I don’t know
• Two Brazilian model girls, who came with Producer guy
• And Your humble author, AKA Your favorite International Playboy’s favorite International Playboy
It promises to be a pretty vague affair, and I have no real purpose being at the dinner, I was just invited by my friend, the corporate cat. It’s a meet and greet with a little biz on the agenda. You know, your typical Tableaux de mode turning into a Fête galante with potential to be a Bacchanale.
It should be noted that I feel slightly un-centered, possibly because of the fact that I completely out-gunned (so to speak) at this dinner, as almost everyone, save the girls, are more accomplished than I am (at least in a mainstream sense) and have longer dough. And it doesn’t exactly comfort me when I start having flashbacks of knuckle-ups “on the cobbles” with big Russian guys with bald heads and leather jackets, from a few weeks prior, either. It also should be noted that I have been increasingly been finding myself in these types of situations as I move up The Layer Cake of life.
However, I am dressed in a sick Custom Suit: jet black, peaked lapels, one-button, side vents and interior so crimson that if we were in South Central you might have thought I was Brim or Piru. Pocket Square the color of Colombian Blow.
The conversation at the table starts off cordial and loosens up as vino consumption is increased. I stay in the cut, and only add comments where necessary and when I can add value as I am well versed in many subjects these days (not bragging, just keeping it solid gold like 1oz American Eagle coins for you). Doing this keeps an air of mystery around me, and the table really starts coming around. Entertainment CEO double takes after I drop a few gems and asks me, “What is it that you do again?”
The Brazilian model girls take notice, which, of course, is not lost on me. Also, what is not lost on me is that the weesh Young Hollywood actor guys starts hating on me. Which, of course, I ignore and continue to stay in the seam.
Surprisingly, it is actually shaping up to be a great dinner; Entertainment CEO guy is running the show and is actually super cool, Oscar nominated Producer guy spins some good tales, my horse world friend and his girlfriend drop dimes, Stylist guy busts some hilarious tales that everyone loves, the Brazilian Girls are having fun and my corporate friend is gluing it all together. It is one of those rare occurrences:The whole table is gelling.
Well, maybe not Actor guy, as he is trying to “close talk” one of the Brazilian model girls (which is a weak move) but I notice her “body languageing” him away as I am busting out a story. I spit out a little Portuguese which the Brazilian Model girls love and the actor boy hates as he does not speak any.
Feeling good now, I drop some good lines:
I use the phrase, “like that guy from Wikileaks” multiple times, and even drop this one: “Oh you mean, Rahm Emanuel’s brother?” to check everyone as the discussion topics are a little too Hollywood-centric for my liking.
Since there is a lot of name dropping (albeit legitimate name dropping) going on, I comtemplate busting out my Wesley Snipes Story, but decide against it.
When Entertainment CEO guy asks me what I think of his favorite wine, I reply, “It is rich and decadent with seamless overtones of violets and homemade country jam, and it really has a Harmonious finish…” which sends the crowd wild. (Little did everyone at the table know, save my corporate friend, is that I always use that response when asked about the wine at dinners such as these.)
Hollywood stylist guy, throws out, “Who made your suit? It’s phenomenal…”
Entertainment CEO even shoots out a, “OK, that’s it, this is the best dinner I have been to all year!” after Stylist guy, who is a true raconteur tells another hilarious story (and I am not talking about those cats that made that dope movie Cocaine Cowboys either, or maybe I am).
“Camilla” the flyer of the two models, a true Beauty of monumentality and vulnerability, follows me for a smoke when actor boy is in the bathroom.
It’s on.
She starts asking me questions as I tell tales of Mediterranean courtyards and terraces and her vibe goes from romantic expectation to dreamy absorption to erotic playfulness quicker than a Samba dance at Carnaval.
We roll back to the table and the dinner is still frolicking along at a decent pace. Some owner and GM type cats roll by as well as plenty of West Coast style Hipster/Douchebag fusion types that Los Angeles is leading the world in producing these days. They are probably actors if I am hard pressed to guess.
Actor guy, vanquished, leaves in discomfiture with a couple of Hipster/Douchebag fusion types, I am presuming in search of Beaks.
Entertainment CEO has to go home to the wife and kids and the extravagant meal kind of breaks up. Some go to smoke weed, some merge with other tables, Camilla and I split for a drink.
Back at my dope hotel (which my horse world friend hooked me up at a discounted rate, I may add), Camilla plays the part of a young girl defending herself against Eros.
I play the part of Mischief and Repose.
Camilla and I sip a glass of wine and admire the sensuous textures of my suite: marble, fur, tile, silk, flesh…
The Rest is Up to You…
Michael Porfirio Mason
AKA The Peoples Champ
AKA GFK, Jr.
AKA The Sly, Slick and the Wicked
AKA The Voodoo Child
The Guide to Getting More out of Life
http://www.thegmanifesto.com
Disclaimer: Some of the above characters are merged and/or changed to protect the innocent. And the guilty. But then again, if you have a brain, you knew that already.
