Last week was Fashion Week here in Miami.  As you can imagine there were lots of models, lots of parties, and lots of runway shows.  Turns out Saturday night club Mansion in South Beach was hosting a bikini runway show sponsored by Lamborghini.  This is one that I wanted to be at.  So I called a couple of girls who I know would be there and we agreed to meet at the club.

When I arrived I found my girlfriends and we got a spot near the catwalk.  The show consisted of about 6 models and 1 or 2 different bikini lines.  The music was loud and the models strutted their stuff for about 25 minutes.  Anyway, when the show was over I bumped into some friends and said hello to those I recognized.   We were standing around a table in the VIP area and I noticed a 2 set of girls dancing near the catwalk.  They were only ok, but what struck me was how crazy their hair was.  One of them had very kinky hair styled almost like afro/dreadlocks.  I approached her and her friend and with a big smile asked if she had really paid someone to do her hair like that.   She laughed and then she said she didn’t speak English.  I told her I wouldn’t hold that against her as long as she could dance.  We grooved together for a minute but I decided to come back later.  I wasn’t really feeling it.

As I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink, I saw what looked like a wedding party.  There were about 5 girls including the bride.  I approached the hottest one-tall brunette with nice skin and a killer smile- and said this must be your lucky night, you must have caught the bouquet.  She laughed and I asked if they were from Miami.  As I started to get some rapport with this girl, the whole group started walking away.  She was the last one in the group and just kind of said hey, I got catch up with my friends.  I thought no worries, I will talk to her later in the night.  So at this point, I’ve opened two sets, with minimal results.  I’m not thrilled but keeping a positive attitude.  I come back to the VIP section and crazy hair is being hit on by some chump.  I whisper in her ear from the other side of where he is, “He would be perfect for you…probably call you 10 times a day…send you flowers…take you to expensive dinners.”   She ends up back turning him to face me but she once again tells me she doesn’t speak English.  I don’t know, things were getting strange.

So I go back to my friends and just take a break for a few by chatting with the rest of the people at the table.  I wasn’t too impressed with the crowd as a whole, and I was having trouble finding a hot set to open.  Anyway, another girl who my group is all friends with walks over with her girlfriend.  Her name is “Valerie”, and she works as a paralegal.  She’s petite, with blond highlights and blue eyes.  She looks good.  We get introduced and I sense opportunity.  She is looking at me with the deer in the headlights expression.  Major signal of interest.  I call the photographer I know over and he gets a shot of me with Valerie and another 2 girlfriends of mine.  She can see I know several people and this coupled with hanging with a group of 3 girls gives me tons of social proof.    Anyway, we all dance together for a while, and then walk back over to the bar.  She is constantly touching me and pulling my body toward hers.  At this point, we decided to leave Mansion as a group and head to Mynt (another South Beach club).  I use the restroom and as I come back some dude is all over Valerie.   I simply get in between he and him and take her hand and say lets go, we’re leaving.  The guy actually follows us outside with his friend.  It’s now me with 4 girls.  I hold the cab door open and as the girls jump in dude acts like he is going to get in with them.   I step in front of him, and say, bro, this cab is full.  This is the first direct confrontation with him and he simple looks down and and smiles and says oh, ok man.  No problem.  Its like he knew what was coming.

Anyway, I’m smiling as I get into the cab and Valerie and I are holding hands as we roll up to Mynt.  I take Valerie to the back near the dj booth and we dance again for 10 or 15 minutes.  We walk to the bar to get a drink and suddenly my friend tells me that her and Valerie are going to another club called Glass.  I’m like what???  I told her to go ahead, and we would meet her.  But she was adamant about taking Valerie, and even after all the signs of interest Valerie was content to go.  Talk about a let down.  I thought this one was in the bag.  I had demonstrated tons of social proof and value, created strong rapport, and we had lots of mutual physical contact, or kino.  I also knew her girlfriend and never thought she would block me like that. 

So my night ended…taking a cab to my car…alone…oh well, just another night in the game…

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