“What are your thoughts on meeting me tonight at that new sushi spot I got on lock down, shooting down some cold clear sake, some Toro slabs, some Kobe beef wrapped Uni (off menu of course), some Yebisu (ヱビス) and some Beeks?” (Question)
Or
“Yeah, I probably was the sharpest dressed cat where we met.” (Statement)
“I typically dress mad sharp.” (Statement)
“Why don’t you throw on a dress and some high heels and meet me down at my friends lounge at 10pm tonight?” (Question)
4. Stand up and Pace when you talk with fly girls. “Motion Creates Emotion”, is what the Old-School G’s used to say.
5. Smoke Cigarettes. It will spark your brain synapses and get that “gravelly” voice going that will give girls multiples just by the tone of your voice in the vocal booth.
6. When girls ask what you are doing, always say “Just kicking back outside having a glass of wine, you?” This one works even better during work hours. (Advanced tip: actually drink a glass of wine on the outers when you are speaking with fly girl.).
7. Make the call outdoors. Fresh air is always good.
8. When you are talking, look at your reflection in a mirror or window. Seeing the work your tailor did on your Custom Suit will keep you positive. Also, what can be better to lift your mood than looking at yourself?
There is one spot in the bar that has your best odds for sleeping with a high number of quality girls. The way that that spot’s strengths and weaknesses combine with your strengths and weaknesses create a special zone where your game will be more effective than any other spot. It is your duty as a man to find out which spot that is and commit the time to reaping the rewards that it contains.
I have been meaning to write on the subject for years. (And although it might seem like it is some “other sh*t” it is really some “next level sh*t”.)
International Playboys refer to these “spots” that Roosh is referring to as Vortex Zones in Bars, Restaurants and Nightclubs. Vortex spots are places where you can just post up Custom Suited Down and straight chop fly girls. The advantage of Vortex Points is you don’t have to walk around chasing girls; instead, you “position” yourself in an establishment and let the prey come to you.
Think of the mighty Leopard (conincidentally, the most effective hunter in the jungle, percentage-wise), he kicks back, handmade loafers up, while smoking a grit and pounces on his prey. Or waits in the weeds in the “traffic lanes” (we have discussed this before in regards to Gentleman’s Clubs) and then makes the kill. You want to do the same thing here.
Recognizing these Vortex Zones however is somewhat tricky as every spot is a little different.
Here is a little EZ guide to help you recognize these Zones:
1. One of the main “Traffic Lanes” or Vortex Points we have discussed before is from the entrance of the spot to the Bar. Or from the Bar to the Bathroom. Post and Chop accordingly.
2. Stairways inside Bars, Restaurants and Nightclubs are more often than not, Vortex Points of sorts. Dig in at the top or bottom of the stairwell and enjoy the free leads. For whatever reason, fly girls are always going up and down stairs at nightlclubs. (Side note: Sometimes over-zealous bouncers hate when you do this. Grease them.)
3. On “U Shaped Bars” the Vortex Points are always the corners. These are similar to the center squares of the chess board. Control them.
4. On “L Shaped Bars” the Vortex Point is also the corner. This is akin to the “center of the ring in Boxing”. Keep everyone at the “end of your punches”, so to speak.
5. If the establishment you are in has a “resident Bean Flipper” or “resident Beek Twister”, the area where he is flipping is undoubtedly the Vortex Zone. Make sure you kick it with him and cook leads.
Once you locate these Vortex Zones, protect them like an old neighborhood street corner.
I arrive very early in the morning at Lindbergh Field waiting to bust out a SAN to MCI to FLL combo punch and stay in Fort Lauderdale with one of my friends that runs a hedge fund before continuing on to Bogota.
I quickly deduce which is my correct line and chill for the long wait ahead. Suddenly, a super fly girl gets in line behind me.
I am feeling great, like your idol, the highest title, numero uno. I’m not a Puerto Rican but my Game hits hard like Cotto.
So I don’t hesitate, “Is this the line for Southwest?”, I ask.
She responds, “Yeah, I think so.”, with a pretty big smile for early morning in an airport. Could be my brutally handsome good looks. Could be the Custom Suit. Not really sure, nor do I care.
It’s on. I give a decent pause, so I don’t seem too anxious.
“You flying to Fort Lauderdale?”, I ask.
“No” she replies, “I am going home to Kansas City.”
I contemplate saying I drove through there once during my “transport” days but decide against and instead say, “Cool. We are on the same flight. I am going to Fort Lauderdale after.”
“Are you staying in Fort Lauderdale?”
“For a few days, then I am going to Bogota, Colombia.” (I say this with a young-dashing-handsome-mysterious-false grinning-soft spoken-with a wild side-well dressed-millionaire-smuggler type vibe for maximum effect).
“Really, that is so cool. I have never been before. Have you?”
The hook is set.
We continue on in the line and the conversation moves on at a relatively rapid pace, especially considering its mad early in the morning. She hangs on my every word. And she is mad cool. And mad fly. And a sweetheart. I am impressed. Especially since she is an American girl (with some kind of exotic mix I can’t quite put my finger on yet, kind of a mix of Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes, and Rozonda “Chilli” Thomas with a little Tionne “T-Boz” Watkins thrown in) and from Kansas City no less.
(Note to self: maybe I have been making a mistake by dissing the American Heartland all these years and should check it out. Then again, maybe not.)
I then do a double take as we go past the TSA security monkeys when she takes off her coat, reveals a body that was made for only one thing. Or maybe a few things.
We finally get to our gate. It’s mad crowded.
“We should sit next to each other and continue this conversation.” I say.
“Sure. If we can.” She responds with a smile.
We grab a seat in the back, which is kind of lucky since the plane is pretty full. I toss her luggage in the overhead like a gentleman, let her sit by the window, and I wisely take the middle seat. This is smooth for two reasons. 1) I can let her see out the window, and I can point out a bunch of sites. 2) I effectively “box out” any chatter box that my join us in our aisle and throw salt in my Game.
Now let me take a step back for a moment.
It is kind of a running joke with my friends and I about how Unlucky I am on the random seating arrangement tip on Plane Flights. Since I have been counting, it has been almost 45 straight flights where I haven’t sat next to a swoopable girl. And that is since I started counting. Hell, I have friends that always get sat (randomly) next to fly girls. Not me. And this has really put a damper on my Plane Swoop Numbers. Trains, are another story completely. I chainsaw it on trains since most of the time there are no assigned seats. (Full Data Sheet on how to swoop fly girls on trains coming soon). However, this flight was Southwest, so I was able to take advantage of their “no assigned seats” policy.
We take off and I point out beaches and other visuals of note. We get to know each other more.
When I ask her what are her favorite things to do, she responds “Well, I would say, Dancing, Sewing, Cooking and playing Piano”.
Are you serious? That answer from a young modern day American Girl?
If I didn’t have so many goddamn options with fly girls in my life, I may have fallen in love right there.
I move closer to point out some clouds, our lips touch and…
Smooth. I finally broke my losing streak.
You can figure out how this ends up.
Side note I: I have a way for the Airlines to get themselves out of their precarious financial situation they find themselves in: Sell seats to International Playboys next to fly girls for a premium.
Hell, I would drop heavy scratch if they would sit me next to fly girls on each flight.
To the airline industry: Yes, I do accept thank you cards.
“With most women his manner was a mixture of taciturnity and passion. The lengthy approaches to a seduction bored him almost as much as the subsequent mess of disentanglement.” – Ian Fleming
“If you catch me sexing a chick, its a bisexual chick or something foriegn, I’ll never forget” – Juelz Santana
I wake up feeling pretty brutalized, and contemplate pulling an Amsterdam Nap, as frustration, depression and suicidal thoughts start to consume me.
I shake those thoughts off, thankfully, and decide instead to Enter The Dragon, late in the Riga afternoon. During a jump rope session by the Daugava, little Latvian kids and some teenage girls stop to watch me in action. I can’t really blame them as they probably thought they were witnessing a young Roberto “Manos de Piedra” Duran in action.
The pseudo-Celebrity I am gaining in Riga, Latvia, bolsters my resolve and contemplate what I am going to do for the evening (Friday Night). After a shower, I go on a little reconnaissance to check out the nightlife scene, which, surprisingly, has been somewhat lackluster so far.
Friday night is definetly on in Latvia. The streets, bars and energy are heightened 10 fold compared to Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday night. Dope. I do notice that there are some sightings of the infamous, goofy “Stag Parties” I have been warned about. But nothing that can’t be overcome.
Now, I am caught in a classic dilemma after two nights of raging till 6 am:
– Should I pack it in early and save it for Saturday night as I only feel 80%?
– Or should I just power through Friday Night, beat up, and also feel sub-par on Saturday Night?
Fortunately, my questions are answered by the form of a text message from Inga, that super fly 19 year old Latvian girl from the night before.
Inga: How your day? (8:16 pm)
Michael Mason: Let’s meet up tonight for a drink. (8:46 pm)
Inga: Meiby! (8:48 pm)
I hate text messaging, because, well for one, its super gay, so I call Inga instead of perpetuating world wide nonsense. We make plans to get a drink in an hour and eat dinner.
I get dipped in the freshest fabrics, and meet Inga with a two kisses greeting. She is wearing high heels, and a short skirt with leggings covering her Succulently Youthful 19 year old Latvian body. She is down.
We get a couple drinks and go eat at this hotel restaurant that I have locked down over the course of the last few days. Hand shakes all around to the restaurant staff, we sit down to eat. I am now in my element.
I keep the wine flowing at dinner and during numerous smoke breaks, there is blood in the water.
Coincidentally, (or maybe strategically) the hotel restaurant we finish eating at is directly across from my hotel.
I suggest we check out my hotel. She agrees.
You know how this ends.
You really thought I would get blanked in Riga, Latvia?
(For those scoring the fight at home, I am now 1-3 with 1KO in Riga, Latvia. And still 1-0-1 on the physical confrontation tip.)
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
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