So last night I didn't go out but I did go to Lincoln Road Mall with a couple of people from the hostel. We sat at a beautiful restaurant which was ridiculously overpriced. I feel like everything in Miami is ridiculously expensive, especially in comparison to other cities in the USA.We ate nice Italian food though, but small servings and admired the rich night hustle-bustle.
We split after dinner and I did some shopping as the shops there closed at 11pm or midnight. And that's every night. On the weekends apparently they stay even later. Ugh, I saw so many amazing things that I wanted to buy, but had to control myself because of my budget. I know that I will buy some amazing stuff anyway later in the trip, I do not really need it at the moment. All I bought was one really slutty singlet with a crucifix on it from H&M which was on sale for $8.
Therefore last night I spent $8 + $12 for food (I only bought an entree size meal) = $20.
I arrived back at the hostel at about 12:30, but could not fall asleep until about 2. Not because of this, but the two hot Aussies in my room were leaving the next day, and they were so nice to me. They bought me drinks and made sure I got drunk with them and we partied hard on Thursday night.You meet the most amazing people when you're by yourself and exposed to external forces. You don't have a group or a clique to back you up and sometimes "shelter" you which may be masqueraded as barricading.
Now onto today.
Today was my chill out day.
Got up at 7, went for a quick run alongside South Beach on Ocean Drive and then went back to have my free breakfast. I came back a bit late, and some fucking bitch poured milk into her entire cereal bowl and just left it. Like no cereal, just milk. And then I Was after her and there was no more milk for my frosty flakes. Umm rude! I literally had two drops of milk on my Frosty Flakes, and had to eat them crunchy. Oh well, they were frosty flakes so it was alright. If they were like Froot-Loops or something I would've been more pissed off. I'm not eating much on this trip, but I realised that when I do eat, it is either expensive or ridiculously unhealthy. I guess that's pretty much why I'm surviving on coffee the entire trip.
I went back for a nap and at 10, went down to Miami Beach to have a bit of a dip and some sun. I walked down from 9th Street South Beach to 12th Street South Beach, which apparently is the “gay” section, but honestly I didn't realise it. Well, of course its flags were rainbow coloured but there were just as many families there as on the other sections that I had walked past before. I feel like Miami doesn't have a great big gay population in the first case. I tanned my back first and then went for a swim. The water was beautiful, wasn't really cold. The sand is very white compared to the golden sands of Sydney. I understand I'll come off as biased when I see Sydney beaches are better, but I still think they are. I think what's beautiful about South Beach though is how long it is and how when paired with the laidback attitude of the city, it really exerts a calming nature. I went back to my towel, shoes, shirt and shorts. I didn't bring my camera or iPhone because I wasn't sure how safe it would be. As I started tanning my front, I was checking out all the guys around me. Wow, there were a lot of hotties! Next to me was a very hot Latino guy with a white friend. I kept checking him out and for some reason I thought he was eyeing me out, but I never like to set myself up for disappointment so I didn't act upon it.
After about an hour of constantly going in and going back, he asked me if I was French.
“No,” I replied “Why do you think that?”
“Your tattoo is in French.”
I told him I was from Australia and we started talking. After two hours of talking, his white friend left and what happened after this is a bit of an eye opener...
I'm not going to lie when I write these blog posts, I'm going to write the utmost truth because I think everything happens for a reason and it's just going to be part of my whole USA solo experience.
He asked me back to his apartment on Ocean Drive. I'm not going to lie, I was immensely scared, who is this guy? I'd only met him for maybe 4 hours on a beach in a foreign city? But I was just amazed by his looks. Someone like THIS was interested in me? He was the right balance of tall stature, muscular build and handsome face. He looked about I'd say 24, but definitely over 21 but not 25. When he opened his apartment door, I was ready to bolt. The moment I saw a gun or whips and chains or other people in there, I was ready to run for my life. But no, inside was beautiful. It was the right impression of Miami lavish living. He was gentle and caring, asking me if I wanted things or wanted to chill out first, which we did. And then we had sex.
Yes. I know I'm such a fucking slut.
I know a lot of people reading this are going to judge me for this or add this to the list of things which make them hate me, but honestly I couldn't care less. It is not less different to meeting someone Grindr for sex, or meeting someone in a club and going home with them. In my opinion, this was probably safer. It was in the day time, I'd met him in public, and got to know him first.
His name was Jose and he told me he was Colombian but moved to Miami, and owned the apartment. So he was hella rich because the apartment had an amazing view of the beach. I'm not going to lie and say I'm a virgin, but I'm not going to lie and say I take it every week. It had been a while since the last time I did the 100% deal. Not to mention he was so big, it hurt so bad. And I wasn't prepped, I was so scared, what if something unexpected with my body was going to happen. But it didn't. He respected what I had to say, which is why I really valued this experience. I value it so much that I fucking wrote like half a page about it. If he just fucked me it would've only been a paragraph. But he was amazing.
I stayed at his place for about 4 hours, during that time talking about the weirdest things such as family and Miami life and work, and then I told him I should go. I got his number and thanked him for a great time.
Anyway... I went back to the hostel and had dinner. It was goulash which is one of my favourite dishes ever, and my Mum makes the most amazing goulash but this was just disgusting.
I packed my bags, and lost one of my pad locks. I couldn't find it anywhere. I opened it and left it on the floor, I must've turned around and it was gone. I know it only costs like $5-10, but I was so mad. I'm on the train right now and I have to take 2 tablets after meals a day for my acne. And I normally keep one box in my backpack. But there's none. And both my other bags are in check in so I won't be able to know if I lost one of my boxes until tomorrow. Ugh, I just hope it's in there or I'm gonna be so mad that I'm already losing stuff.
I went out to a nightclub in Downtown Miami for a gay night. This was an interesting experience because a taxi from Downtown to South Beach costs $20. And I did not want to have to pay that, it's ridiculous. So I went on Grindr and another Australian had popped up to me, and I asked him if he was going out and if he was in the beach area. He said he was but wasn't going out. I asked him if he wanted to go out (not because I liked him, but because I didn't want to spend money). He said okay, and brought along his friend who he met on Grindr who was a Miami local who was 18 years old
Fuck this guy was fucking annoying as fuck. Everything he would say would be rude and condescending and he was that subtle nerd who would just be judging everything you say, and saying things in that sarcastic tone. I don't know how to explain it. Honestly, his friend was nicer than him.
We went to the nightclub and we were a bit early so it wasn't pumping yet. He kept on complaining and I absolutely lost it at him. I'm like, “if you keep thinking it's shit, it's going to stay shit, just give it time”. To be honest, he was so ungrateful because if it wasn't for me asking him to go out, he wouldn't be out and he'd just be sitting alone in his fucking room on Grindr all night like a fucking anti-sociopath. It got pumping and me and his friend were dancing on the floor and dancing with people and this fucking guy is sitting down, rubbing his eyes like he's fucking 3 years old and complains he's tired. IT'S 12:30. We both just ignored him because he's a fucking whiney poo. The music was so good, and they played a lot of Hispanic music which I think is so amazing to club to, it's certainly different. The majority of the guys there were Latino which I'm not gonna lie I sorta have a thing for now in America. I guess I don't wanna sound pretentious, but back home in Sydney I don't get much attention from guys due to my appearance, I mostly am the one that'll give other guys attention. But in USA I was fresh meat and guys were giving ME attention. I made out with this Puerto Rican guy called Javier and I have this thing where when I make out wth someone in a club I try to remember what song it was, but I couldn't forget this one because it was “Grown Woman” by Beyonce, because I remember instantly my friends Grace and Chelsea back home.
The other two left the club at like 2, and I left at about 3. I didn't care about them, they were just making my time worse to be honest. I didn't even need to get a taxi, there was a 24 hour bus. This was like the nightride back home but worse. At this time, I had no battery left on my phone so if something happened I was doomed. I don't want to say they were retarded, because they weren't. It's like we have bogans, who like I guess technically aren't mentally disabled but they are fucking retarded. If you get what I mean? Like obviously if someone is honestly mentally disabled, it doesn't give anyone a right to judge them. But it's just like how we have bogans who are loud, rude, ignorant, sometimes drunk and are just a public nuisance. This bus was full of it. And it smelled.
I went back to the hostel, and what ensued the next day will be written in the next post.
Budget for today (I'm just going to count last night so I'm not confused as well)
$20 – Last night
$10 – Nightclub
$10 – Public transport
= $40
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