Adventures in Cuba – FR

Adventures in Cuba – FR

I just got back from Cuba a couple weeks ago. This is the first time that I’ve ever visited not only a communist country, but a country that doesn’t speak English as their main language. Knowing that the primary language in Cuba is obviously Spanish, I pulled out my iPhone before I left…there’s an app for that. I managed to find an application that not only listed a bunch of common Spanish phrases that would be useful to anyone visiting the country, but a voice actually spoke the Spanish phrase in order for the user to convey the phrase as best as they can.

There were a few problems leaving the Camaguey airport. Because of my hair and my avatar I was stopped by an airport guard and I was questioned thoroughly about whether or not I was a drug user. At this point I was a little scared I was going to be thrown into one of those little rooms that you see in the movies and get the full experience of an interrogation. After ten minutes of explaining how I was NOT an avid drug user I was released. I hopped on the tour bus and finally I was en route to my destination in Santa Lucia. As soon as I walked off the bus, I was an instant celebrity in the eyes of the employees that worked at the hotels. One of the bartenders was so fascinated with my hair that every time I came up to the bar he would immediately serve me over the other patrons who had already been waiting. Combining good social vibing and a powerful style will pretty much guarantee that you are going to be remembered by people, especially in a foreign country. This truly reinforces the power of peacocking. Customizing your avatar is an essential part of the game, as well as your self-development as a whole.

The resort was pretty small, but luckily there was some form of night entertainment at the disco which was up and going at night around 11:30. As my buddies and I were getting ready to hit up the disco in a few short minutes, I decided that it’s time to do my hair up for the evening. I plugged my hair dryer into the bathroom socket, and that shit starts making some really crazy noises and heating up fairly intensely. Then BOOM, the fuse in the bathroom blows leaving the bathroom powerless. As I chuckled to myself I made my way into the main room of the hotel. I ask my buddy if there’s an outlet beside his bed for my hair dryer, he points, I plug in and ZZZZZTTTTTTTT. Before I know it there’s a loud popping sound in the room and the entire suite is powerless. As I laughed my ass off I finished getting ready for the disco and we headed out, my hair undone.

We arrive at the disco fashionably late. There’s no trouble getting in at all, and we stroll up to the bar, music pumping. As we are getting drinks at the bar I pop open the first set that I have to the right of me which happens to be a girl by herself. I opened with the community classic “Who lies more” because of how cliché it is and I thought it would be funny. I run the opener and start to stack into an A2 piece when I notice a random dude come up and try to hug the girl I’m gaming up from behind. I played that shit off like I didn’t even notice the guy trying to slime his way in and stacked my material. As I continued talking, the chick literally grabs the guy and throws him off of her and he disappeared into the night, never to be seen again while she turned back to me to listen intently to what I was saying. It was soon after this that I asked her what she thought about something and I muffled Spanish words among the lines of ” Lo siento, non comprendez pas” which is my horrible translation for “Sorry, I don’t speak English.” I laughed my ass off so hard I ejected the set.

I headed over to the dance floor and worked some dance floor game with some Cuban girls. One thing I definitely noticed over there was that girls were a lot more aggressive at getting guys than in any of the places I’ve been in Canada or the United States. There were different instances when the girls would walk up, try to say hello in very broken English and then just grab your dick, or just plain open you BY grabbing your dick. When this did happen, even though I said things like “OMG buy me a drink before you hit on me like that!” and things of that caliber, it was very obvious that they had no idea what I was saying, but calibrating the right tonality, body language, and facial expressions they felt what I meant as clearly as I could demonstrate without knowing the linguistics behind it. Again, this solidified the principles read in Revelation even more. When Mystery says to be interesting, it doesn’t necessarily mean to try and say interesting things all of the time, it simply means to MAKE everything you say interesting by properly calibrating your vocal inflection and your body language in ways that will make you come off interesting as a person, not just bringing up an interesting topic. These key things project a lot sub communications to the girl that is ultimately more powerful than words.

The next day the big plan was for us all to go drunken mopedding all day. After receiving probably some of the worst instruction I have ever seen in my life, I fired up my moped and drove it right through the fucking rose garden in front of the hotel, tearing up a line of roses and bushes in clear sight. As the dude who rented us the moped started yelling and chasing me, I regained control of the moped and took off into the sunset ignoring his cries.

We were flying down these torn up country roads with goats, horses, cats, and dogs randomly running throughout the streets. At one point, while I was flying down the road I noticed the road start to get a little rough. Before I had much of a chance to slow down I hit a huge pothole in the road which launched me up to land in ANOTHER pothole that threw me off of the vehicle into a huge puddle in the road while my moped crashed into the ground. Best wipe out ever! Good times and I even got the deposit back

While we ate lunch when we got back to the resort, one of the girls my friend was dancing with the night before was giving us proximity by sitting by herself at an adjacent table. My friend wouldn’t initiate the chat, saying that it was something that worked for me, but that he couldn’t approach the girl because he was too afraid of rejection. I found this especially interesting because this guy has hooked up with quite a few chicks over online dating sites, though when it comes to cold approach almost every circumstance he backs down because he is too afraid. I explained to him that rejection ultimately doesn’t matter because the girl is really only rejecting your approach, not you because how could she know you? I also explained how I used to be terrified to talk to women but it is something that I have trained myself to do over time so you progressively get desensitized to it. There’s always a hint of it lingering around but as long as you get those three warm-up sets in, it’s on! Regardless of the speech, he didn’t approach, so I initiated the chat. Like most of the girls, she as well only spoke Spanish with a tidbit of broken English. We talked for a bit and we invited her over to our table to chill, she came over and I just started talking. I would say what seemed to me like very basic English statements, most of which she still didn’t comprehend…when it hit me…why wasn’t I using that Spanish speaking app? I whipped out my phone and utilized it to start conversing with her in Spanish. After some chat we made plans to meet up with her and her friend at the disco that night.

Even though I’ve never been really big on dance game at all, I found when I was in Cuba I was doing it all the time, it was an easy way to break the language barrier, and a lot of the times the girls would open you and bring you out on the dance floor. My brother and I ended up meeting our buddy at the disco, where we discovered that the girl from lunch didn’t show up. As I was making my way back to the dance floor from the bar a woman in a red dress stopped me. After a brief chat, she asked me to dance and pulled my ass to the dance floor. As I was dancing with this girl to some intense grinding while my friend enjoyed the same with one of her friends, we noticed that the girl from lunch and her friend showed up!

We rolled over to the bar to refresh our selves when we were approached by the girls who were supposed to meet us there. Instantly I thought a fight was going to get started because the girl my buddy was dancing with gave a shove to the girl from lunch and they started verbally jousting in Spanish. We quickly grabbed the girls and separated the scene by taking the two we were with back to the dance floor. The other girls followed. To spice things up a bit, I told my buddy to do the same thing I was going to do, which was to dance with the one girl, get grinding and do a big roll off and dance with the other girl. When we started to implement this into our game things got incredibly intense. The girls would grab us away from each other over and over and were grinding all over us as if to show up the other girls. At this point the girl in the red dress asked me to sit down and take a break. I’m quite drunk so I’m having an extremely difficult to try and comprehend the broken English. She tries to tell me something here and she tries to repeat it over and over again on account music pumping vividly in the foreground. She pulls out her smokes, shows me and directs me to come outside with her. Once we are out there she gives me a smoke and makes a little bit of small talk, and then she said something I was NOT expecting: “So we go back to your room and go fucky-fucky?” she asks. “What?” I retort. She repeats the statement, and I tell her that I have a friend in the hotel room. She suggests the beach. Something seems slightly off, my spider sense is tingling. Then she says “Come on, how many pesos? How many pesos?” I start to think, Wow my game must be pretty tight if this girl is going to pay me to…wait a minute! I was being swayed by a Cuban hooker. As I laughed I told her I wasn’t into that sort of deal, and that I was a PUA and such, none of which she understood. I ended up throwing a “Buenos Noches” her way and headed back into the disco, managing to lose myself in the crowd.

I went back into the disco to find my buddy and the other girls. The crazy dance fest continued with the girl and her friend which were some of the best dancers I’ve seen. As they were dancing with us at one point they totally synced up with each other and did the exact same little dance move to me and my friend at the same time which was incredibly sexy. This shit was straight out of Dirty Dancing Havana Nights. From there, everything was else was the pretty standard deal. These girls ended up hanging out with us most of the night while I implemented some intense kino and vibing instead of conversation and, well… fade to black.

I’m glad to be back in Canada, and I have really started to appreciate the social settings we have here a lot more. I was also reassured how important body language, tonality, and expressions are in a set, which can demonstrate a lot of someone’s personality. Next time I head to a country having a native language other than English, it would be a good idea to bone up a bit more on the language because although it isn’t as important as sub communications, you can obviously do quite a bit with linguistics to demonstrate a ton of value. Knowing the language would’ve probably helped me avoid the Cuban hookers a bit better too…but hey, it’ll make a great story to tell the grandkids one day!

About Showcase

Showcase is a VA Coach operating out of Toronto. Aside from his work as an instructor/content editor for Venusian Arts, Showcase is also currently concluding his undergrad in the computer sciences and is about to start his post grad in network security. When he is not traveling, Showcase produces, writes, and directs films with Prophet.

Field Report #1: Party of Five (Matador + Four Girls) February 2009

Field Report #1:Party of Five (Matador + Four Girls) February 2009

What happens when Matador and four girls get together, don’t you want to know…..Guess what I am going to tell you.

I arrive at Matador’s pad in the “Beast” a.k.a. my Range Rover and meet up with Kevin Feng, his girl B and walk in the door simultaneously with four lovely ladies all coincidentally with names that begin with the letter E. The night begins with a bevy of women plus Matador hopping in the Beast and driving out to Ecco where Erika has “greased the ropes” for us with one of her many promoter friends.Within minutes we have a table and bottle service on the way. The club is fairly empty as we arrive for once at a decent hour. Matador debriefs me on the game plan for the night. His plan involves him and three girls. My part of the plan involves me playing wingman for the “mother hen” of the group. As I surmise as to how all this will go down tonight I multitask by immediately engaging my target as the proper wingman should. I keep the girl, E1 we’ll call her, busy while Matador escalates on her friend E2. E3 and E4 go off to the dance floor and before I can blink while talking to E1 I see the club has filled up with beautiful women. A large, beautiful assortment has somehow congregated around our table area within the blink of an eye. A year ago I would have thought this to be too hot to handle but I shrug it off as this has become status quo when hanging with Mystery and Matador. I continue on my wingman journey while Matador continues on the mission of bringing 3 women to his bed that night.

Somehow Kevin and B have disappeared and the clock is already near 2. Time flies when you sarge-hard. Before I know it the girls are back in the car. After a quick stop at Wendy’s to feed we headed back at Matador’s place. Before I can sneeze, Matador and 3 of the girls have disappeared. I hear giggling in the bedroom. E1 is still in the living room with me. I keep her busy while I hear a bevy of sounds. I look up to see a shirtless Matador come out for a few seconds chuckle, point to his room where 3 naked women are laughing and watch him disappear back into the beyond. After a few hours I am tired and E1 starts to get antsy to leave. She clucks like a mother hen does and pulls her chick out of the roost after a few hours of my attending to her. The weary wingman must retire but Matador well he continues on the Matador way as anyone who knows him can testify and surely was up all night long doing gosh knows what. You can read the field reports in Revelation and learn the techniques to make this happen but the actual experience is far more exciting than you know till it actually happens.

Simeon
Venusian Arts

About Simeon

Simeon is a VA Coachoperating out of California. After winning the title of Master Pick-Up Artist on Season 2 of VH1?s The Pick-Up Artist, Simeon has chosen to further his training with Mystery and Matador as he continues the everlasting journey of improvements in the pickup arts. Now he has chosen to give value to others by teaching the arts that have so dramatically transformed his life so that others may share in the enjoyment that pickup creates through the rigorous but rewarding journey of pickup artist training provides.

Classic FR: Thursday Night with Mystery Fall 1998

Living vicariously with Mystery …
Alrighty gents, I got a call today at 1:30pm from the voluptuous girl from the party last week. Her name is … um, Annette. Sure. OK, so Annette (A for short) calls me because my last email to her had her asking her to call me. I left my # with her. So she did. She talked for about 10 minutes about anything but sex – in fact, I chatted like she was my good friend and we just shot the shit. I then said, come over. So she said she would come over after work. I tidy’d up and then at 7:30pm she called saying she was on her way over while I was talking to my buddy Tal. So she arrived and came to my bedroom where my computer was. she sat beside me on the bed and I played her an mp3 file I ripped off a CD. It was a folk song and I made her listen to it with her eyes closed. This changed her state to one of connection … as the song was called The Turtle Valley Snow. I then played some depressing songs (but really good ones) like from Counting Crows and this made it all serious in the room. I then played some fun fast stuff.

We talked about my computer and my favorite music and then talked about science for a bit … cosmology and mortality. We enjoyed each others company. I then got real close to her and as we were talking I kissed her neck. It was very natural. I talked some more and kissed some and then asked if she liked getting her neck bitten. She said yes so I did. I then asked her to stick her tongue out and I sucked on it. Ok, so we goofed happily (top off tits sucks, my shirt off nippled bitten, I kissed her ass and licked her everywhere … but … and she was very embarrassed about this …she was on her period and didn’t mean for us to get this far. So I said, hey its natural and we just played kissy and bitey and touchy. I rubbed her pussy from the outside of her panties and kissed her stomach and tongued her belly button. We massaged each other and rubbed and scratched but didn’t DO the sex thing. It was ok though. I am a man of CONTROL!!!!!! I am the master of my domain. King of the castle. So at 11pm she got dressed and we had dry humped each other and really had some CLEAN fun. I would have LOVED to cock her but she wasn’t able to due to nature issues nor did I have any co0ndoms here so it was fine. I would have liked a blow job though but that’s a little one sided for the first time. I COULD have talked her into it I’m sure but I would like to set this up for some longer term fun. Im not a very selfish person. We enjoyed each other tonight. I walked her to her car holding hands and we were all kissy kissy. I mean kissy! We were very good together. It was all good.

As a side note to those who haven’t been with a girl in a while. It’s worth it dude! Just TRY and fail and try and fail and try again. And then when a girl DOES accept you, and you are with her snacking on her tits, your eyes all glassy and you are totally immersed in tits, your ego is satiated. You feel so good. It’s a woman. Feminine creature. Her smell, her softness, the feel of the back of her head – her soft hair, her belly button, taking a bite out of her ass. A warm wet tongue in your mouth. Fuck, its so … natural. EVERYONE should have this connection with a girl … every DAY! I need more. Too bad she couldn’t stay the night. Too bad she wasn’t off her period. Too bad I didn’t have condoms. Too bad it wasn’t the weekend. Good news is, I KNOW FOR 100% FACT that she and I will see each other again and YES the sex will be good. I KNOW this. We did almost everything except the actual cock out of pants pussy in open air DO! Another time. I want things to be right.

She drove off with a smile on her face. I went back into my apartment with a smile on mine Mmmm …. I LOVE women!