Miami Social
All the hoopla about Miami Social the new series on Bravo TV. Truth is , its the perfect depiction of life in Miami for the single fabulous folk. Better yet single and I think I am so fabulous folks.
I have my own version of life in South Beach my own personal version of "Miami Social" filled with lessons well learned Everything happens for a reason. Life has a way of proving over and over if you think out of the box and do not judge on a visceral emotional ego induced reaction you can actually step back and see if as it is. A life where it only LOOKS fun. I speak for only myself of course.
Yes , I met so many in my short two year span in which I became synonymous with the Miami night life. I could walk past any velvet rope with ease and more so be appreciated for my uniqueness. But alas ,with that comes those who only envy and ride your coat tails and take without any sense of appreciation but more so a theory of entitlement. Those who take and take until you finally say "enough" and eradicate them like a cancerous tumor. . more so when they take advantage of people who you care about. Which is a whole other topic. Men being jaded and woman who view friendship as just another opportunity for the next free dinner or party invite. Welcome to Miami where most are beautiful enough to wear that polka dot bikini!
Now I know that some might say . "Oh Alisa just get over it or who are you to judge" My response I am not judging just applying my experience to remind myself of how shallow life in Miami can be when you seek nothing more then the next event or party! I did it so perhaps I feel I have the right to look back and apply what I learned when choosing people who are now in my life. Friendships must be reciprocal more so filled with unconditional love.
I do agree that I am not easy. I have zero tolerance for any BS or stupidly and more so I just don't shut up and say its OK to think you can treat people that way. With that comes a huge backlash. For me nothing more then something I chalk up to experience and learn from. I have no regrets for walking away. It has been a journey of course. More so like doing a steep hike in a pair of stilettos.
So many of the people I met all shared a common bond living in and around South Beach. All being in situations we preferred to drown out. For me Music was my drug. Getting lost dancing all night to avoid the bed that had become so cold and empty since my heartbreak. A relationship I mourned and felt that familiar" I cant swallow pain" every time I went home alone. SO I didn't bother going home. Staying out all night night after night.
So as the story goes I get a random face book email one day from a beautiful woman who told me in a very friendly matter it seemed I was the "it' girl since she left. Escaping the reality of divorcing a man she still loved and due to the lifestyle she craved so much .Loving a man who worked at a club, leaving him and running off to Paris after meeting the nephew of a well known designer with promises of new love. She came back to Miami and I welcomed her into my world and we had a blast .A very short typically South Beach relationship that was and one I knew would not end well. Her boyfriend who she admitted she was only with due to his family name and the possibilities of a life filled with luxury and promises of baby she yearned for. A baby her ex husband refused to have with her. Promises of a rich life when his uncle would die. I was still feeling the sting of one of those typical Miami burn feeling that comes after you realize a person who isn't sober only appears larger then life when in that drug induced state. I explained to her how I felt about men and people. She had no worries I didn't want her man. I had made many choices of not dating any man who did any type of drugs or part of a life in the "nightlife". He came to Miami to see her and what a visit that was! She seemed very much so in need of time and sent us off for me to entertain him. Which I did taking him to a party she refused to go to. It was that night the second day after meeting him he told me had he not met me first he couldn't settle for what she offered which was nothing more then her beauty. I reflected on the night before We had a crazy night. As usual taking photos. But this photo shoot took a turn by her insistence and was so risque even i was I was uncomfortable . Her biting his neck twisting his nipple while he held me. Not that I care but out of respect I removed the photos because I knew it appeared to be less then it was. After a late night we all went back to his place on Fisher Island..(his uncles place actually) I started to fall asleep and she insisted I sleep in the bed. Nothing happened but in the morning she accused me of playing footsy with her man. I knew then the honeymoon was soon over not for them but us. It only got worse. She stayed in my home in my room and did nothing but complain, In fact she called my house a shit hole. I guess when your used to free loading from men and staying on Fisher Island the house I own on the water paid for by no one but me would appear to be that. It got worse her obsession with her ex husband . Her fits her rages and more so her constant accusations including publicly saying I was in appropriate with her coke head boyfriend.Final straw came when she texted me hysterical dreaming of dead babies and the baby she never had with her ex husband, Totally irrational lying on the floor at her loft which like her car was about to be reposed. She needed me again but this time I didn't drop everything to come rescue her. In her words I should be honored it is me who she chooses to call. More so she knew I had the ability perhaps to call and ask a Doctor for the drugs she felt she needed to mask her pain. Favors I never ask for myself yet she thought she was entitled to. of course there where many favors gone unvalidated. Her lack of common sense never ceased to amaze me. From trying to get pregnant with men who only used her for sex to running up her phone bill thousands of dollars. And yes of course I was stupid enough to offer her a phone on my plan. As the story goes she called Paris , 411 , and stuck me with the bill. It was really my pleasure cutting off her phone line. I only wished i could cut her off as abruptly! This is of course is my version of number 100 of how things go wrong with crazy party whores. How could I ever look back and miss that?
That is just one of the many examples of South Beach and its lack of respect for real friendship.Of course I have many other examples.
Best experience was from a woman who unlike the others was married. I mean to each own. But when you travel all over reaching out to friends of friends and ask to stay with them with and without your husband and more so after being told that it crosses the boundaries, This was truly one of the classic stories of Miami and how it breeds sociopaths . I asked her to publicly stop bashing a mutual friend and the next day I had emails sent to mutual friends making claims I accused people of date rape. Its like watching a science excrement into the making of a very ill and psychotic mind! More so the lesson that friendship in Party town is all about who wants to party and has nothing to due with reality , loyalty or better standing up for the truth!
Each was a lesson well learned to clear the path for a healthier lifestyle. One where I learned if you love and respect yourself you don't allow others to disrespect you! Once you find true happiness life becomes just that REAL and TRUE!
I have my own version of life in South Beach my own personal version of "Miami Social" filled with lessons well learned Everything happens for a reason. Life has a way of proving over and over if you think out of the box and do not judge on a visceral emotional ego induced reaction you can actually step back and see if as it is. A life where it only LOOKS fun. I speak for only myself of course.
Yes , I met so many in my short two year span in which I became synonymous with the Miami night life. I could walk past any velvet rope with ease and more so be appreciated for my uniqueness. But alas ,with that comes those who only envy and ride your coat tails and take without any sense of appreciation but more so a theory of entitlement. Those who take and take until you finally say "enough" and eradicate them like a cancerous tumor. . more so when they take advantage of people who you care about. Which is a whole other topic. Men being jaded and woman who view friendship as just another opportunity for the next free dinner or party invite. Welcome to Miami where most are beautiful enough to wear that polka dot bikini!
Now I know that some might say . "Oh Alisa just get over it or who are you to judge" My response I am not judging just applying my experience to remind myself of how shallow life in Miami can be when you seek nothing more then the next event or party! I did it so perhaps I feel I have the right to look back and apply what I learned when choosing people who are now in my life. Friendships must be reciprocal more so filled with unconditional love.
I do agree that I am not easy. I have zero tolerance for any BS or stupidly and more so I just don't shut up and say its OK to think you can treat people that way. With that comes a huge backlash. For me nothing more then something I chalk up to experience and learn from. I have no regrets for walking away. It has been a journey of course. More so like doing a steep hike in a pair of stilettos.
So many of the people I met all shared a common bond living in and around South Beach. All being in situations we preferred to drown out. For me Music was my drug. Getting lost dancing all night to avoid the bed that had become so cold and empty since my heartbreak. A relationship I mourned and felt that familiar" I cant swallow pain" every time I went home alone. SO I didn't bother going home. Staying out all night night after night.
So as the story goes I get a random face book email one day from a beautiful woman who told me in a very friendly matter it seemed I was the "it' girl since she left. Escaping the reality of divorcing a man she still loved and due to the lifestyle she craved so much .Loving a man who worked at a club, leaving him and running off to Paris after meeting the nephew of a well known designer with promises of new love. She came back to Miami and I welcomed her into my world and we had a blast .A very short typically South Beach relationship that was and one I knew would not end well. Her boyfriend who she admitted she was only with due to his family name and the possibilities of a life filled with luxury and promises of baby she yearned for. A baby her ex husband refused to have with her. Promises of a rich life when his uncle would die. I was still feeling the sting of one of those typical Miami burn feeling that comes after you realize a person who isn't sober only appears larger then life when in that drug induced state. I explained to her how I felt about men and people. She had no worries I didn't want her man. I had made many choices of not dating any man who did any type of drugs or part of a life in the "nightlife". He came to Miami to see her and what a visit that was! She seemed very much so in need of time and sent us off for me to entertain him. Which I did taking him to a party she refused to go to. It was that night the second day after meeting him he told me had he not met me first he couldn't settle for what she offered which was nothing more then her beauty. I reflected on the night before We had a crazy night. As usual taking photos. But this photo shoot took a turn by her insistence and was so risque even i was I was uncomfortable . Her biting his neck twisting his nipple while he held me. Not that I care but out of respect I removed the photos because I knew it appeared to be less then it was. After a late night we all went back to his place on Fisher Island..(his uncles place actually) I started to fall asleep and she insisted I sleep in the bed. Nothing happened but in the morning she accused me of playing footsy with her man. I knew then the honeymoon was soon over not for them but us. It only got worse. She stayed in my home in my room and did nothing but complain, In fact she called my house a shit hole. I guess when your used to free loading from men and staying on Fisher Island the house I own on the water paid for by no one but me would appear to be that. It got worse her obsession with her ex husband . Her fits her rages and more so her constant accusations including publicly saying I was in appropriate with her coke head boyfriend.Final straw came when she texted me hysterical dreaming of dead babies and the baby she never had with her ex husband, Totally irrational lying on the floor at her loft which like her car was about to be reposed. She needed me again but this time I didn't drop everything to come rescue her. In her words I should be honored it is me who she chooses to call. More so she knew I had the ability perhaps to call and ask a Doctor for the drugs she felt she needed to mask her pain. Favors I never ask for myself yet she thought she was entitled to. of course there where many favors gone unvalidated. Her lack of common sense never ceased to amaze me. From trying to get pregnant with men who only used her for sex to running up her phone bill thousands of dollars. And yes of course I was stupid enough to offer her a phone on my plan. As the story goes she called Paris , 411 , and stuck me with the bill. It was really my pleasure cutting off her phone line. I only wished i could cut her off as abruptly! This is of course is my version of number 100 of how things go wrong with crazy party whores. How could I ever look back and miss that?
That is just one of the many examples of South Beach and its lack of respect for real friendship.Of course I have many other examples.
Best experience was from a woman who unlike the others was married. I mean to each own. But when you travel all over reaching out to friends of friends and ask to stay with them with and without your husband and more so after being told that it crosses the boundaries, This was truly one of the classic stories of Miami and how it breeds sociopaths . I asked her to publicly stop bashing a mutual friend and the next day I had emails sent to mutual friends making claims I accused people of date rape. Its like watching a science excrement into the making of a very ill and psychotic mind! More so the lesson that friendship in Party town is all about who wants to party and has nothing to due with reality , loyalty or better standing up for the truth!
Each was a lesson well learned to clear the path for a healthier lifestyle. One where I learned if you love and respect yourself you don't allow others to disrespect you! Once you find true happiness life becomes just that REAL and TRUE!
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