Geez us… There are some beautiful, corn-fed, white women our here in the American heart land. Stay at the Hyatt Hotel, if you can. It's pretty and new and has a decent bar for a hotel chain. Besides-- it’s the nicest hotel in town and adjacent to downtown-- like within walking distance. Swade’s is a nice classy club—on Fridays it's Latino night and on Saturdays it'ss hip hop night.
Heroes is a huge relatively new hot spot in town. Avoid Indigo—unless you like fat, tatted up dark skinned girls with stretch marks, gold teeth and fake hair. For the complete opposite experience, check out Doc Howard’s on a Thursday night. That is whenever the University of Kansas girls are out here in force. Rock Chalk Jay Hawk, baby!
Definitely do not miss a trip to West Palm Beach/Boca Raton if you can help it. Clematis Street in West Palm is phat on Thursday night when all of the Y comes out to play. Check out Dr. Feel Good, Monarchy,Rocko’s Tacos, Roxy’s and Bradley. City Place is super close to Clematis. My fav places there are Blue Martini and Opa. Boca Raton is terrible these days. The Jewish wives of all the rich dudes here have totally ruined the place. There are no decent clubs anymore. The Hooters here (which was once the best in the world) was forced to shut down. For the YP head to Town Center Boca—a young hip mall, where you can troll for YP. For more daytime game, head to the campus at Florida Atlantic University, where community college education never looked so good. Or try Breezzi’s on the weekends.
Washington DC is of course the capital of the United States of America, a big college town, and the city where even the President can get some, whenever he wants it. There are tons of international chicks here thanks to all the foreign embassies, which add some variety to the local mix. Consequently DC rivals New York for boasting the most international residents on the East Coast. The city is divided into four zones. If you don't want to get shot, stabbed, mugged, or do crack and run for Mayor, stick to the safe and fun-filled Northwest area of town. There is a good amount of YP here in DC. owing to the many universities in the area, such as Georgetown University, George Washington University, The University of Maryland and especially Northern Virginia Community College (NoVa for short) just South of D.C. in Annadale, Virginia. Check them out during the day. Most of the action is on M Street starting from around Wisconsin Ave heading East to Connecticut Ave. Third Edition on Winconsin along with Garret' and LuLu's on M Street, The Sports Bar***, Decades on 9th and E, and the Mad Hatter*** are usually good, as are the clubs in the "golden triangle". The best titty bar in the city is Camelots on M Street. The hottest dance club is Tracks on the corner of 1st and M Streets. But be careful. It's gay on some nights, so unless you want to be doing the Macarana with Bubba and friends, I suggest you ask ahead of time. Fifth Column on F Street, the Insect Club on E Street and the Z Club on Z Alley and the Spy Club on 15th Street are also excellent. These are the bars with the South American chicas, who really like to dance. Adams Morgan is a very international neighborhood with plenty of bars and restaurants in which to party, but the ratio tends to be poor. Check out Club Heaven and Hell on 18th Street for cheesy 80's dancing and horny 20-something girls. Head to the cafes and clubs on the Harbor for post-collegiate beauties who are looking for a man with a future. Try Sequoia, if you want to land a gold-digger and don't mind sharing a bar with Euro-fag assholes who pull up to the harbor in their daddy's yacht. You might expect all the YP to leave town, when school lets out for the summertime. Think again. The city is packed with senatorial want-to-be's interning on Capitol Hill for their congressman or some federal agency. And if fat, 60 year-old senators successfully hook up with these bright-eyed naive patriots, you should have no problem. There are plenty Of intern parties also, usually thrown by students from a particular school who are rooming together in a house North of M street in Georgetown ("the G-spot"). Word gets around pretty fast and these parties can be a blast. The Fourth of July in Washington, DC kicks ass with a huge party on the "mall", the big green lawn in the shadow of the Washington Monument. In nearby Reston Virginia, the place to be is Market Street. Clydes, Tap Room, Pizzaria Uno, and shops like BeBe are the places to find the Y.
Venice is as romantic as Seville. That means you will feel like a squid, if you don't have a chick on your arm, as you walk or wade through Venice's roads and canals. Hopefully, you will be smart enough to have brought that girl you met in the French Riviera, and who, like you, is on her way to Greece. If you haven't runkled yet for lack of ambiance than you have come to the right place. Like Paris, Venice is organized (sort of) into districts and is divided in two by the Grand Canal. The unofficial center of the city is Piazza San Marco. Also like Paris, this city isn't cheap. So be careful with the cash. During the day check out the hordes of foreigner booty visiting places like the Accademia and Basilica dei Frari. The nightlife is how you may expect it to be in a quite, romantic city, very quiet and very romantic. Check out places off of the Campo della Maddalena or the Cannaregio and follow the noise.
As one of my buddies once said about this place, "Man, this whole country is hot." He wasn't lying. There are some beautiful women here. But some of the social problems here may discourage the PB from visiting. There is no middle class in Venezuela. There is rich, and there is poor, and absolutely nothing in between. This not only caused a problem for those PB's looking to hook up, but for those looking to stay safe. It is best to attach yourself to a local you can trust, who will steer you clear of the problem areas in downtown Caracas. Don't be worried if you see strange looking men in the hotel lobby sporting AKA 57's. Apparently they're there to protect you. Because it's wise to be wary of those you don't know, the social scene down here tends to be very cliquey. Again, if you have a friend or acquaintance who can introduce you to the chicas, you'll be a lot better off. The beaches in Caracas are excellent. Cuyagna on Estado Aragua, Playa el Agua on Margarita Island (especially on Easter Weekend and Christmas Week). Others worth mentioning include Puerto la Cruz, Choroni on Estado Aragua and Punta los Caracas, Todasana, Playa Grande and Cumuri (all in La Guaira). The best clubs include Versus and Club M80 on Avenida Tamanaco in El Rosal, Bar Two in La Castellana, Amnesia in Centra Comercial Chacaito in El Chachaito where the girls are locked up in the cages dancing. There are sure to be plenty of honeys around for the scamming at any given time of the year. Remember that the woman who wins the Miss Universe Beauty Pageant every year is almost always from Venezuela!
After Amsterdam and Rotterdam move onto the better university towns of Utrecht, Gronigen and Leiden. All of which are big university towns packed with beautiful and reasonable friendly Dutch chicks you have to stand on your toes to talk to. My favorite city in Holland by far is Utrecht. This place rocks in contrast to the "let's hang out and drink, talk and get stoned" mentality of the rest of Holland (save some good clubs in Amsterdam). There are some damn beautiful women here, mostly students and young professionals. The best bars and discos are situated down by the canal on Oudegracht Weerdzijde and Ouderkhof. The Shira and Sheeva Clubs here are perennial favorites, which are absolutely packed on the weekends. Like in Spain, every girl is smokin' hot, dressed well and is debunking every conceivable gravitational theory known to man, out there shaking them things on the dance floor. Wu! There is also a huge mall that is actually part of the central train station just west of here where you can scam during the day. The university is actually way out in the boon docks surrounded by farm country. Don't bother unless you are going to stay for a while. Unfortunately, the only youth hostel in this town is also way the hell out here. By you never know. You may get lucky and take a roll in the hay with one of the many fine farm girls turned collegiate coeds who are so numerous out there! The thing that struck me about this town was that fact that I had never seen more squids with gorgeous women for girlfriends anywhere else in my entire life. I met this 15-year-old Turkish kid who showed me around town one night. (The Turks are damn hospitable people by the way.) He brought me to all the good clubs, introduced me to his friends and took it upon himself to make sure that I had a good time, which of course meant I had to get runkled by one of the local chicks. We went through many gorgeous candidates that night or more accurately that morning, all of whom were eventually joined by their boyfriends who looked like they (had they lived anywhere else on Earth) should feel lucky just to masturbate while fantasizing about girls who looked this good. My new buddy, Amir, facilitated all interactions with the females out that night by making the first move on all sorties in my name. He arranged back-up, took care of many would-be Mother Theresa's guarding the entrances to their beautiful friends and also talked me up like a champion copilot. Thankfully, we met several worthy, unattached Amazon-sized, Zeena types, one of which decided to step up to the plate and make my decision of who to runkle an easy one. But hooking up with her meant that I would miss the last bus back to that damn youth hostel! Amir said, "No problem my friend!" At 4:30 in the morning, this kid rode his bike two miles out of town, picked up my stuff at the youth hostel and pedaled three miles to this chick's apartment to drop it off. It took him about an hour. He even waited patiently outside the door until the squealing stopped, mine— not hers. Remember how big these girls are. Now that my friends, is a wingman! The best time to visit is on the weekend during the school year. But there will always be plenty of booty around no mater when you visit, as there are also a ton of young professionals working in Utrecht year round.
What can I say about this country. WOW! The most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life, live here. Let me say that again. The most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life live in this country. I have no idea what they feed the women there, but whatever it is, we need to figure out how to bottle and sell it. I literally was falling in love every 30 seconds walking around the capital of Kiev or the beach town of Odessa. One problem though—they are NOT friendly at all. This country existed behind the “Iron Curtain” for decades and as such they are very wary of strangers, foreigners and people that they don’t know in general. And if you don’t speak Russian or Ukrainian, you may be shit out of luck. The girls by the Universities sometimes do speak English and of course the pros always speak well enough English to communicate with you. One thing I really love about the Ukraine, is that the women here really put their best foot forward at all times. They may not be very wealthy, but they are stylish. They may only have two nice dresses or outfits and one nice pair of high heels, but they will wear them every day, wash them that night and wear them again the next day. There isn’t a tattoo, bad piercing or pair of jeans and a sweatshirt anywhere within a thousand miles of this place. All self-respecting Ukrainian women are in high heels and dresses with perfect hair and makeup—every damn day. It’s just awesome. This country is hell cold and grey most of the year, so go in the spring or summer when the girls are wearing less clothing and are in better moods because of the weather. Walking around the main promenade in Kiev with provide you with more than enough eye candy. Beneath these streets are underground malls, where again you will find more than enough reasons to get whip lash. Odessa in the summer time is a must. There is a promenade by the Black Sea, which is lined with bars and clubs—my favorite of which is called Ibiza. I am telling you that from Wednesday through Saturday, it is as good or better than Miami, when I lived there in the hey days from 2000 to 2003. Unbelievable, outrageous, incredible are the only words I can use to describe the women, BUT you are going to have challenges communicating and BE PERSISTENT! Like the Russian girls, the women expect you to be a man. If you like a girl—try, try and try again to see if she will eventually give you the time of day. Eastern Europe (the rest of it) As you will discover if you visit Russia, Ukraine, Czech Republic and Hungary that the women here are gorgeous but can be pains in the asses. For a little change of pace from the more westernized countries of Eastern Europe try the rest of this area of the world, which is less traveled by foreign PB’s. Polish women are gorgeous and Poznan, the college town equivalent of Austin, TX, is full of them. Early September each year the place is packed with newbies looking for new boyfriends. Bratislava in Slovakia anytime of year is good. Maribor is the Slovakia’s Gainesvilles, FL. Just awesome. Zagreb in Croatia is worth a look see, but Latvia may be better. Lavian and Lithuanian men, are sparse as compared to other areas of Eastern Europe, due to war, so the ratios are always excellent. And Romania is rumored to be the second easiest place in Eastern Europe to get laid—after Russia.
Just a short jaunt across the Mediterranean lies Turkey, which like Israel, may get overlooked by the traveling PB in search of beautiful women. Turkish women do not hook up with anyone who is not a Turk, but plenty of foreign women hit the shores of Kusadesi, Banrum and Gumbet for their summer holiday
Tucson is a much smaller town than Phoenix, but it's still a hell of a lot of fun. The place to be is Speedway Boulevard where the babes at the University of Arizona roam from Thursday to Saturday. The Cage and the Chicago Bar are my favorites. TD's Show Club (Gotta love the name) and Ten's, the best titty bars in this town are also on this street. This city really slows down come summer time when school is out, and the students head home. So plan your itinerary accordingly.
This place is so out of the way that you will have to spend at least 2-4 weeks here to justify making the long plane trip from the US or Europe. There's plenty to do in Sydney, especially with the Olympics coming here in 2000. And with Melbourne's close by, you can easily spend a good long time here without being bored. So no worries about lingering longer, mate. Australian women are fun, rivaling the Swedes for the title of "coolest chicks on earth". They have accents. They're rowdy. They drink. They swear. They root— that's Australian for runkle! They are proud of the fact that they are descended from criminals. Remember, Australia was used by the English as the world's largest debtor prison, when British aristocracy ruled this continent. Not much here reminds you of England though, except for the nightlife. Like the English, the Australians are very much into their music and love those theme parties and raves made so famous in London. Unfortunately, the Australians have also inherited English weather being that it rains down here a whole lot in the summertime. Surprisingly, there are a lot of foreigners here, many from Greece and Asia, especially Japan whose ex-patriots bought everything they could, when they first arrived. So much so, that the Australian government banned the further sale of land to those residents not of Australian birth. So if you think that there would be no international flavor "down under", you will be pleasantly surprised. In addition to having some variety in the mix, Sydney has a great beach, a great nightlife, great women and all the excitement of a city expecting the greatest celebration in all of sport, the Olympic Games— coming here in the new millenium. The Olympics gives this country a chance to really showcase what Australia is really all about, and everyone is taking it seriously. Do your damnedest to bee here if it's at all possible. If you can't make it for the big party, check out an Australian Rules football game. With its "no padding allowed" and "no hospitalization necessary, no harm done" philosophy, it puts the American football to shame. This sport is often blamed for the reason many of Australia's residents act like "slowies". Head to one of the many beaches here in Sydney during the day in the summertime and scam on the chicas. The best places to try out your opening line on the topless sunbathers are on Manly Beach and Bondi Beach. If you don't wake up in time to catch the babes sunbathing, head over to the boardwalk or Centennial Park late afternoon, when all the babes get off work and head there to jog or roller blade. All of Sydney's best nightlife centers on Oxford Street and its side streets. Pool is the craze these days in Australia. Everyone plays, especially on Fridays. So go find a chick who can handle her stick (and hopefully yours) at the numerous pool pubs around this section of the city, the best of which is Planet Pool on the corner of Resort and Broadway. Early night, head to Soho on Victoria Street and the Underground Cafe on Bayswater Road and get tanked. On the weekends the Banta Room on Oxford, the Bentley Bar on Crown Street and the' Retro on Angel Place are among the better clubs in the city. If you enjoyed runkling that drunk chick on ecstasy in London, and you want to see if you can pull off a similar stunt down under, then contact SPARCI'S. That stands for the Sydney Party, Rave and Club Information Service, which publishes free information on the Internet to those who desire to frequent this scene.