Doing New York

[JnC]

Fueled up and ready to go. My first post on this forum and the first post in a long time for that matter. Couple of years ago I embarked on a journey in the wastelands of "the community" hoping to find more insight and depth in my own habitual seductive ways. Reassurance through experiences of others that are similar in some ways to your own, open your eyes and can give answers to unexplainable successes of the past. Experience above anything else is key. So I left.

Recently I stumbled upon an old Field Report of myself, damn that is funny to read after a couple of years. The detail of long forgotten (atleast consiously) experiences, makes you relive it again. Great. So purely for my own future pleasure I will start writing field reports again. Please forgive the honesty.

New York city, what is all the fuss about? I couldn't answer that question from own experience so my mate and I decided to take a looksee. A 6 and a half hour flight from Amsterdam took us to concrete heaven. First point of notice: damn it was hot (back in August). Second point of notice: tourist energy rush kicked in. So we started wandering around and quickly we came to the conclusion that New York women dress themselves really well. Oh and watching them enjoying the sun in Bryant park makes that cool drink taste just a bit cooler, niceeeee.

Fastforward a couple of hours and we're in line for the PM Lounge (35 hours without sleep yet ready to rock). First night out so a little bottle service was in order, the € - $ currency made it a pretty sweet deal. Hot hostess, hot personal waitress, hot weather..hot hot hot. We had one hell of a time. And with our very smooth opener: "Hi......did you notice I'm from Amsterdam?". We ended up in very nice conversations about drugs, women and whatnot. Especially talking dirty Dutch was keeping the spirits high. My mate was doing some excellent groundwork with a girl, so when he switched to the girlfriend I flew in. Now it's all about creating opportunity. A little bit of touching & feeling (pronounced as a horny Frenchman). In the meanwhile my mate made acquintance with R.Kelly (pissers unite) and we experienced how American girls can be quite starstruck, idolising the hand that touched R.Kelly, needless to say pictures were made. Well, before I knew the girl was in my shirt, which I liked. We ended up befriending host Frans, who apparently had Surinam roots, like my mate, and ensured a less expensive future visit.

In the daytime we mostly were your traditional tourists and after two days we really concentrated on laying knocked out in Central Park. So Most of the shizzle went down at night.

Second night at Cain. We found out about some promoter called Vero, so we were telling any host who asked that we were on his list, which ofcourse was not the case. Funny African theme, nice ladies, but hell, who let the gays loose at 2am.

Then came without any doubt the most memorable night. It started in some college bar in the village which, after seeing three girls drowning themselves in beer, sucking it out of a tube, was clearly not our scene. So we went to BLVD at Bowery. The doorman warned us: "You better be packing ice". That man spoke wise words. We entered around 11pm and the energy was sky high. I have never seen and felt this before, after entering a club/bar. We walk around and end up in the back. Within 5 minutes my hand is on the back of some girl and I virtually entered Oochie Wally of QB finest. My mate remained in envy, only to be chosen after my warm welcome. Crazy. Also funny fact, I was the only Caucasian in there. Used that. One thing that really stood out is that many girls want to dance with you and actually walk up and ask (maybe a New York phenomenon, but in The Netherlands this is very rare since dancing is considered a advanced interaction, not an icebreaker). I had a Cuban/Dominican breeze that night. At one point I'm standing at the bar and this girl starts bumping into me, but since I'm talking to my mate I'm ignoring her. So she asks: "Are you ignoring me?" I replied: "No. I'm ignoring your ass."

Had another great night at 230 Fifth, what a view on the 21st floor. Very nice girls too. This is where my mate reminded me that when the song "Crazy in love" is played most girls believe that they are Beyoncé and it's our task to become their Jay Z. Let's just say that the situational relevance was an open door during that song.

Although at this point we did see and taste some of the nice fruits NY had to offer, the oasis was yet to be found in Marquee. The amount of pure honey I saw that night.....shivers. The moment we enter the RnB/Hip-Hop room upstairs 50 cent spits his 3rd sentence in his track I get money: "I run New York". Which causes an energy burst in the audience and gives a meant to be feeling I cannot quite put into words. I end up talking with a French model, although really hot, she was wearing some kind of sewer parfum that put me of so much, the smell was the only thing on my mind. Still I asked her what she thought of my French and pulled out: "Tu veux jouer avec mon bite?". Enjoyed watching the taller girls that walked around (I'm 6,1) and best of all I ended up with a hot Asian girl that never had a taste of Amsterdam :P.