She wanted space? I'll give her space. How about 875 miles of space? After completing a 6 month contract/sentence in Tulsa, this week I relocated to Atlanta for my next assignment.
You would not believe the difference. Whenever I move to a new city I like to go to the best strip club to get a sense of what the women in the city are like (Hooters is another good venue to perform an apples to apples comparison of city talent).
In Tulsa, the first night I didn't see any girls in town. At the club, the hottest girl didn't talk to me or approach me. Another girl gave me her number but said it expired at midnight. In other words, she was a hooker and there was a time limit. That should have been the warning sign. I showed her a scroll through my list of text messages which featured beauties from Dallas, Austin, Houston, New York and San Francisco and laughed at her. After 6 months in Tulsa, I had a few dates but I deleted their numbers (most strippers turned out to be hookers). Hooters girls were untouchable. Bartenders were ruthlessly evil to me there. No girls ever wanted to shake hands. Waitresses never made eye contact. There were no hot women in the apartment and the ugly ones would literally growl at you when they walked by. I could never get a single conversation going in a bar. I only had one girl that I liked after 6 months and literally started getting oneitis. I don't think I ever had a girl write her number on a napkin (when they volunteer it). No girls ever seemed to care about their men.
In Atlanta, I immediately started seeing babes. The girls at the hotel were super friendly. The waitress for lunch was super friendly. Everyone offered to shake my hand. Then at the first strip club, I had no idea what I was in for. First, a waitress ran over and was the prettiest one there. She actually said "you are the cutest guy I have ever seen". I said "please, but thank you". So then I noticed that the girls on stage were fully nude. I thought "gross". That's showing more than I want to see. Only in SF had I seen that. You ask the girls if they shave down there and they pull their panties down to show you (I tip if they have pubic hair). The girls were so eager than when I tried to walk to the bar they all rotated to face me and I had to turn and run (most weren't that hot). Now I know how a Tulsa stripper feels. I had too many options. Anyhow, I sort of got the impression it was a ho house but wasn't sure. The barmaid (age 29, who had written "I love Neil" on a napkin earlier) said "all the girls here said they like you, you can have whoever you like" so I ended up getting her number instead. Later I had dinner at this private back bar at The Cheetah (the front was a meat market with girls lined up and I didn't like it). I met a lot of hot girls there but most seemed like hookers. I usually try to pick up the waitresses there. I later met a regular bartender next to my hotel who was super friendly, sweet and 23. Ended up with 2 numbers on napkins my first night. Every girl seemed eager to meet a man.
The moral is, as I've said before, the #1 factor in your success dating is what city you live in. It's based on supply and demand of hot women, and the male/female ratio. But there are other factors. Tulsa was so bad it deserves to be studied.
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You would not believe the difference. Whenever I move to a new city I like to go to the best strip club to get a sense of what the women in the city are like (Hooters is another good venue to perform an apples to apples comparison of city talent).
In Tulsa, the first night I didn't see any girls in town. At the club, the hottest girl didn't talk to me or approach me. Another girl gave me her number but said it expired at midnight. In other words, she was a hooker and there was a time limit. That should have been the warning sign. I showed her a scroll through my list of text messages which featured beauties from Dallas, Austin, Houston, New York and San Francisco and laughed at her. After 6 months in Tulsa, I had a few dates but I deleted their numbers (most strippers turned out to be hookers). Hooters girls were untouchable. Bartenders were ruthlessly evil to me there. No girls ever wanted to shake hands. Waitresses never made eye contact. There were no hot women in the apartment and the ugly ones would literally growl at you when they walked by. I could never get a single conversation going in a bar. I only had one girl that I liked after 6 months and literally started getting oneitis. I don't think I ever had a girl write her number on a napkin (when they volunteer it). No girls ever seemed to care about their men.
In Atlanta, I immediately started seeing babes. The girls at the hotel were super friendly. The waitress for lunch was super friendly. Everyone offered to shake my hand. Then at the first strip club, I had no idea what I was in for. First, a waitress ran over and was the prettiest one there. She actually said "you are the cutest guy I have ever seen". I said "please, but thank you". So then I noticed that the girls on stage were fully nude. I thought "gross". That's showing more than I want to see. Only in SF had I seen that. You ask the girls if they shave down there and they pull their panties down to show you (I tip if they have pubic hair). The girls were so eager than when I tried to walk to the bar they all rotated to face me and I had to turn and run (most weren't that hot). Now I know how a Tulsa stripper feels. I had too many options. Anyhow, I sort of got the impression it was a ho house but wasn't sure. The barmaid (age 29, who had written "I love Neil" on a napkin earlier) said "all the girls here said they like you, you can have whoever you like" so I ended up getting her number instead. Later I had dinner at this private back bar at The Cheetah (the front was a meat market with girls lined up and I didn't like it). I met a lot of hot girls there but most seemed like hookers. I usually try to pick up the waitresses there. I later met a regular bartender next to my hotel who was super friendly, sweet and 23. Ended up with 2 numbers on napkins my first night. Every girl seemed eager to meet a man.
The moral is, as I've said before, the #1 factor in your success dating is what city you live in. It's based on supply and demand of hot women, and the male/female ratio. But there are other factors. Tulsa was so bad it deserves to be studied.
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