4 Lays In 4 Days: Friday Field Report & Extras


Ok dudes, by now, and having read the previous 2 articles, you would have known that Friday night was capped off with mediocre sex with a girl whom I’d picked up on Tagged.com that same Friday evening.

Barring that, prior to hooking up with her, I was out and about the entire day on into the Saturday morning gaming, picking up girls and getting numbers in all quarters of the city.

Therefore, I didn’t just sit at the hostel and mass-texted girls on FB, Tagged and Whatsapp, while stuffing my face with Cheetos lying in bed.

I was out on the streets gaming hard as ever (as all true Sargists do), hoping to either pull an SNL (Same-Night Lay aka One-Night Stand), and simply just to pass time until 1 of the girls I mass-texted would’ve replied.

Okay, so here’s the rundown of how my Friday night went.

After the Friday-noonday rendezvous which ended close to 2 PM with the girl who has the Kim Kardashian ass, since my devices went dead, I made my way back to the hostel, charged the smartphones while posting to my blog, then I hit the city streets again after 6 PM (Friday night).

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Noonday rendezvous...girl seated across from me

While on the streets running some cold-approach street game, I approached a girl with a baby in her hands and proceeded to pick her up.

This lactating-teen mom has boobs the size of melons, which were what attracted me in the first place as I browsed the area.

Interestingly also, she had her kid in hand while being picked up and fondled by a random stranger on a crowded sidewalk (pictured below). 😉

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Sometime after 10 PM, I sarged outside of a Burger King hoping to pick up some hotties, but there was none to be fount.

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Sarging outside Burger King

Remember the bartender girl from earlier in the week with whom I had the following conversation [whom I picked up about 2 weeks ago] who wanted me to come hang out with her at the bar (though I declined)?

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Well, I decided to pay her a visit Friday night at this Palm Court place which was impossible for me to find.

Here is the dialogue on Facebook from Friday night where she tries to guide me to her workplace (Palm Court bar) as I was in the vicinity in the city of St John’s at that time.
[Her texts in gray. Mines in blue]

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I finally found the elusive-seedy bar: Palm Court, which was tucked away in an old crevice obscured by poor lighting at the stair’s entrance [I snapped a few crappy pics while entering the dungeon-like staircase].

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By the way, this same bartender chick, I picked up randomly some weeks back on Facebook.

Her even hotter coworker took these photos as she was psyched to have finally met me in the flesh.

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We hung out and chatted for a bit. But since I’m not in the habit of gaming hired-guns (bartenders), especially while they’re working, I allowed her to get back to work while I ordered a drink and texted other girls.

I was a bit perturbed because another bartender seemed to have been trying to hustle me by charging $25 for a mixed drink that otherwise cost between $5 and $15 anywhere else on the island.

We settled on $20 for a cup of Disaronno-almond liqueur mixed with cola and a dark rum which had to have been added because the bottle of Italian Disaronno wasn’t enough to constitute a full drink.

Anyway, so I stayed there for about 45 minutes sipping my $20 drink (pictured below).

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I then hit the crowded streets again, chatted up some more girls then made my way into a small casino and karaoke joint (pictured below).

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I grabbed another drink which consisted of coconut rum, pineapple juice and a splash of grenadine syrup to give it a reddish tint (pictured below).

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Looking around the venue, I came across this interesting piece of notice (so much so I posted it to Facebook) which sorta threw me off as I was to chat up the sexy-ass waitress.

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Having 1 too many drinks for the evening, the waitress/bar girl gave me some orange juice on the house (drink pictured below).

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During all of this, I was simultaneously working the angles as far as texting girls to see which 1 of them will give me the 1st lay. I eventually took a cab from nearby and made it to the house of the girl whom I hooked up with that same Friday night.

Have you read the previous post, you would’ve known how bad that turned out to be. 😦

After the mediocre lay, I made my way back into the city and stood outside of a strip club since this area is known for having a large concentration of girls (both hookers and non-hookers who attend the club).

If you’re not as socially aware, it’ll be difficult to discern the hookers from regular Jane’s.

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Dominican-Latina hookers working the street corner

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Dominican Latina prostitutes to my left

As a guy who doesn’t do hookers, it’s weird how these girls kept hounding me to purchase sex from them.

In any case; while peering down into my smartphone, I heard a loud screeching sound just off to my left then “BAAM”!!! A car had slid across the wett road and slammed right into the rear of this white rental car which was parked about 20 yards from where I stood along with other guys [strangers].

Holy shit that was terrifying as the car almost careened right onto the sidewalk and pinned us over like bowling pins (had it not hit this parked car).

I snapped a few photos right after the collision [pictures below of the accident]!

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The driver was likely drunk so he reversed and sped off in the opposite direction, leaving his front-number plate at the accident scene laying on the road.

The thing is, in the Caribbean, driving while drinking isn’t illegal and you don’t have to conceal any alcohol whatsoever in public or while driving. Hence, vehicular accidents by someone who’s intoxicated, isn’t really a punishable offense (legally). The guy had likely fled the scene because of insurance purposes, but not because he was drinking and driving (which everyone openly does here).

Be as it may, shortly afterwards, I bumped into an acquaintance who forced me to hit the strip club right off to my side from where the accident occurred.

This is how I felt about that:

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Before heading back to my hostel on foot, I stopped by a Palestinian pizzeria joint to grab a bite while chatting shit in Arabic with the guys behind the counter. Everywhere I go on island, Arabs are always shocked and amazed to find a non-Arab speaking Arabic, let alone fluent Arabic slang [the Aamiyya Levantine dialect of Lebanon and Syria] like I do.

There was a congregation of Jamaican prostitutes inside the food joint (pictured below) trying to sell their services. The one seated had no undies on and her beaver was literally on display…but I guess this is part of their work. 😯

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Burnt out from an entire day of chasing ass on the streets and online, finalizing plans to get laid, managing to get a half-ass lay to drinking from venue to venue; I called it a night after 4 AM the Saturday morning from being on my feet nearly 24 hours without a pause.

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Stay posted for the field report from Saturday evening.

Was I able to bang another girl: 2 girls in 3 nights?

Find out later on!

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