FIDEL Castro makes Wilt Chamberlain seem lame. While the NBA legend bragged he’d bedded 20,000 women, the Cuban dictator slept with 35,000, according to an upcoming documentary. “He slept with at least two women a day for more than four decades – one for lunch and one for supper. Sometimes he even ordered one for breakfast,” an ex-Castro official named “Ramon” tells filmmaker Ian Halperin. “I don’t think he would have stayed on as long as he did if not for all the incredible women he had access to as president.” Castro’s security would comb Havana beaches each day recruiting the hottest babes.
“The curious little talent that I happen to possess—the ability to hypnotize a woman with words—very seldom lets me down. It is not, of course, done only with words. The words themselves, the innocuous, superficial words, are spoken only by the mouth, whereas the real message, the improper and exciting promise, comes from all the limbs and organs of the body, and is transmitted through the eyes. More than that I cannot honestly tell you about how it is done. The point is that it works. It works like cantharides. I believe that I could sit down opposite the Pope’s wife, if he had one, and within fifteen minutes, were I to try hard enough, she would be leaning toward me over the table with her lips apart and her eyes glazed with desire. It is a minor talent, not a great one, but I am nonetheless thankful to have had it bestowed upon me, and I have done my best at all times to see that it has not been wasted.”
—The Visitor by Roald Dahl
This quote reminded me of how I really learned how to swoop fly girls. It was back when I was a young proto-type G and I went to France for four months or so. Back then, my French was pretty sub-par, so I had to pick up girls using mad non-verbals.
Thankfully, I was chilling on the beaches of Pays Basque, smoking shish, and surfing, so the girls I was swooping were top notch, fly French topless girls.
The point I am trying to make is that when I got back to the USA, I realized that if I could swoop fly French girls without even speaking the language, I would kill it back stateside with English speaking girls. And I did.
So if you really want to Learn How to Swoop Fly Girls, go to a country where you don’t speak the language.
Sure beats spending the money taking a “bootcamp” from some guy with an Ed Hardy shirt, black painted fingernails and goggles on his head.
Additionally, you can wack down some foie gras, some Bordeaux, some Gauloises and work on your Mute Airs in some bowling Golfe de Gascogne beachbreak.
(Going to France soon.)
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
Yesterday, I was standing outside the Italian restaurant where I had just wacked down some burrata, Prosciutto di San Daniele and a couple of glasses of white for lunch waiting for a friend to slide by. I was kicking back, Custom Suited down, and huffing grits when I kept noticing cute Japanese girls walking by.
“Konnichiwa“, I said to the first group of girls that rolled by and was greeted with smiles and giggles.
“Konnichiwa“, I said again, this time spitting it out with a more Americanized flow which got another group of cute Japanese girls smiling.
“Konnichiwa” I said to the third group of Japanese girls and they smiled and stopped. So I started flowing:
“Ogenki desu ka?” and “Namae wa nandesu ka?” and “Watashi no namae wa Michael Mason” and “Doko ni sun de imasu ka?”
I was basically tapped out of phrases, so I did a little Number Crunching.
Decent.
So my friend Hugo pulls up in the Lac and I see one more group of Asian girls approaching. (It should be noted that this group was the least fly I saw).
I said “Konnichiwa” as I step into the ride.
“We are not Japanese you f*cking #sshole“, the weeshest of the three Asian-American girls replied as we slid off to Hugo’s uncontrollable laughter.
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
After watching all the contestants, I picked Miss Mexico Jimena Navarrete to win. In fact, if my memory serves me correctly, I picked the last three or four winners. But then again, I have always been a pretty good judge of beauty. I really need to start betting on this event.
I thought it was interesting that a girl from Guadalajara won Miss Universe as I have been indulging in swooping High-End Mexican girls myself lately. I need to take a trip to Guadalajara soon. I have said it before and I will say it again: Girls are like Drugs, you need to go to the Source.
I keep on saying this, but I really need to weasel a ticket to this event next year and post up at the after parties.
Update: Next time get a better host for the show. That makeup wearing, hair-band balding ponce with the headband almost single handedly ruined the telecast. I had to switch over and watch it in Spanish on Telemundo.
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
Julieta Venegas A Dueto Con Anita Tijoux – Eres Para Mi
Recently, I was at a Charity Gig during the Summer Blitz and separated a fly Mexican Girl dip with pretty lips and hips from her amigas as we were walking to the next venue. I popped my head into this dope lounge bar that I have on lockdown and saw one of my friends spinning that ill old-school soul and hip-hop sh*t on vinyl and suggested we stop by for a drink.
This move was two-fold: 1) We could hear some dope beats and enjoy some pro-bono cocktails and 2) I knew that the lounge had no cell phone service so when the friends of the fly Mexican girls were calling, they were going straight to voicemail.
This in turn, bought me a lot of time to spit Game and Swoop. Smooth.
Another benefit of knowing “no cell phone service” places is when you take a young American “text bonkers girl” to a restaurant, you can actually enjoy your Vino and apps (and I don’t mean Iphone apps either) in peace without the girls constantly Facebooking, Tweeting, BBMing or Texting.
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
