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Martin Crowe

Martin Crowe

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Join Date: 11/11/2008 | Posts: 601

Hi. I'm some 25 year old guy from New Zealand. My Bootcamp was with Alex in Sydney, November of 2008. Since then progress has been pretty epic, reporting it hasn't been. In early 2009 I moved to Italy for almost 2 years, returning to Auckland in January 2011. During that time I self-developed, worked, travelled around Europe, learned another language, dealed with unsufferable Italian bureaurocracy, made a heap of new friends, and banged lots of girls much hotter than I ever thought I'd be capable of attaining. Since it took till I was 18 to even kiss a girl, for your viewing pleasure and my semi-repressed ego here are some of those girls from the previous year:   null null null null null null And for those rookies who attribute this to being 'a foreign guy' - your game is the same wherever you go in the world. If it sucks at home, it sucks abroad. If it's tight at home, its tight abroad (second from the the bottom is a New Zealand model living in Milan btw). I've met many a depressed, forlorn fool on the hostel circuit who thought they could escape the realities of home and get glory elsewhere. DON'T go on a trip for the sole purpose of hooking up with chicks unless your game is good at home first (You shouldn't be travelling if that's your only goal in any case).  While 2010 was probably the coolest year of my life, I became quite lazy with regards to going out towards the end of last year. The only time I really went hard was in Ukraine (fully worth it) where I got some pretty cool results. I arrived back in Auckland just in time to assist Alexander on a bootcamp www.rsdnation.com/node/178078. It was an awesome weekend and it gave me the kick in the ass I needed to start acting like a fucking man again. I was also inspired by the field reports (and witnessed live action) of Lethyr and the Sydney crew. I really should have started this FR earlier - but better late than never. Hopefully I can give some value back here.  I moved to Sydney a week ago for fun and work so I should start from there. Let the FRs begins Oh yeah, and this thread will contain an 80's soundtrack. INXS seems appropriate to kick off Australia
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Martin Crowe

Martin Crowe

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22/2 Tuesday night


I walk through the seedy ghetto shanty of upper Kings Cross to meet Moey at World bar. I get there early so I open immediately in the outside area – the alternative of choding around like a faggot by myself isn’t appealing. It’s a 3 set of 2 Germans and 1 thai. I open with a situational thing about a bus pulling up in front of the bar full of guys wearing dresses. Opens well and soon after Moey shows up to wing. My girl is going well, I pull her into thebar for jager shots and get a peck on the lips – but nothing more. I get the feeling this is all I’ll be getting from her so I take her number and bounce onto something else.

I get a series of fast fizzle sets until I bust open another German 3 set with my target being a girl in a zebra stripe dress who looks Finnish. It’s what I open with and I proceed to refer to her as zebra girl. Shortly afterwards Moey comes into wing and we both seem to be doing well with our target girls. I have mine pressed up against a pole with us holding hands and bodies touching. She says that she has to go to the bathroom with her friend but will return soon. I grab her number first. ‘Soon’ doesn’t exactly eventuate, by the time she comes back half an hour later I’m in set with a Canadian girl. Zebra girl looks pissed but I keep with Canadian since its looking promising, especially after a brief but intense make-out session. Moey goes home at some point and I pull Canadian outside World for us to get some food – she insists she isn’t going home with me, and she turns out to be right. She’s keen to meet up again though. I’m a little pissed to be honest though. Zebragirl was hotter and I should have gone back to her given the benefit of the hindsight since that shit was on. Oh well...

Go home and rub it out :P 

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Lethyr

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 For posterity.

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Paris Boum Boum

Paris Boum Boum

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Lethyr wrote:
 For posterity.

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NZ girl is hawt BTW.
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Martin Crowe

Martin Crowe

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Lethyr that .gif disturbs me. Also you may have noticed that in his latest video - Tyler looks like a suave version of Ron :p 

I'd love to be going out tonight but I'm sleep deprived and sick with a hacking cough. So I'll continue updating the backlog from last week.

23/2 Wednesday night

Evening with my ongoing doomed Polish Romance. This girl is a solid 9 – gorgeous face, stunning body and totally my type personality wise. I’d picked her up the last time I was in Sydney during the day time while I was at a cafe – she was my waitress. It was on from the start when I asked her where she was from in Poland without asking if she was Polish first (as opposed to all the rookies who’d apparently been calling her out as French). It was really busy that day though so it was hard to talk too long and her boss quickly chastised her for talking too much to me after which she basically ignored me (I found out later that she was genuinely concerned that she’d lose her job since her boss was a prize who frequently threatened her). Through plowing and some general Houdini shit I none-the-less managed to organise a meet-up with her the day after when her shift finished. What proceeded were a couple of crazy dates where I managed to get some sexual favours and her subsequently freaking out - revealing that she has a boyfriend back in Euro who she loves.WTF.

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The last night I’d been in Sydney we had a weird Romantic night together which ended in me not getting laid, though it was fun in the sense that we’d gotten high in Hyde Park and she’d started chasing a possum around. Afterwards I got head.

This evening confirmed I wouldn’t be getting laid or head. It just consisted of a few quiet drinks and a make-out at the end. She insited we couldn't do anything much else anymore because she loves her boyfriend and doesn't want to feel any more guilty when she gets back. To make it harder, she said that if we lived in the same country she'd be mine in an instant. I’m semi-cherishing this girl so the sooner she leaves Australia, (in 2 weeks) the better. I think.

I give myself props for this pickup none-the-less. I gave the short version of it here but it was fucking tricky. If she wasn’t in a 3 year long relationship with some German faggot in Munich who's actually called Martin – I’d have sealed the deal. Having tighter game may have also made it happen. It pisses me off none-the-less - she's the kind of girl I'd like to make my girlfriend. While racking up notches along the way is fun, I am in this too find that dream girl.

I have a serious weakness for Polish girls. 

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Lethyr

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Firstly, any comparison between Ron and Tyler is about 10x more disturbing than the GIF I posted. 

Secondly, she's hot. But you know what they say. Chicks are like buses. There's always another just around the corner.

ABUNDANCE COME AT ME BRO
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 Yeah! No fat bitches.
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Martin Crowe

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@Lethyr: No comparison with Ron beyond the looks mate. Maybe only I'm seeing it. And as for that hot chick around the corner, well.....
@ Sir Konstantine: I do try man. I also have a ring with an authentic coin of your Roman namesake on it - chicks love it. 

24/2 Thursday night


Fuck this part of town is dodgy. Walking down towards the lower east side of Kings Cross from my seedy ass hotel, it would appear that Macleay street has actually managed to amp up the creepiness from Tuesday night. Hookers (some of whom are actually fuckable) line the street like condom wrappers from a Crimean beach party while mentally unstable, shifty looking cunts plod along with weird limps and drooling overbites. It’s only 9:30pm and this isn’t a good way to get into a good social groove – feeling as though a stabbing is imminent. Dramatic narratives aside, I get to World bar which also feels rougher tonight. Whatever, I bust into set while I wait for King Rat (Your name is shit mate – I’d rather use your real one :P) to show up – with two cute Canadians. Vanilla travel conversation counterbalanced by solid physicality. It goes well,, however my intent is divided; I sense that both like me but I’m juggling back and forward, perplexed as to how to advance. I can’t decide who to go for and in the end decide the best course of action is to excuse myself, get a drink and wait for Rat to show up and reopen them. I don’t see them again. Gay.

I meet Rat. Cool guy – chill vibe – like me – I think. We get a Teapot full of a skittle cocktail and resume opening shit. Open a German/English set which proceed to be excellent time wasters who vampire bits out of my teapot until I can extract that they both have boyfriends who are right there. Bitches. Rat then does well with a Swedish chick that he pulls onto his lap off an extended handshake opener – shit looked smooth-as so props dude. Time to step up I think. I do so by opening some English chick who’s boyfriend is right there and immediately swoops in on me like a fucking bat, shakes my hand and tries to shepherd me away with a blank look on his face. I’m smiling at him but he doesn’t return it. That shit wasn’t awkward at all... Feeling a bit raged up I go downstairs and bust open a 4 set with a guy in it.

(*Hank Moody Chill BR)  Hey, guys you’re friend looks pretty fucking bored

Dude goes into spectator mode then Rat comes in to wing. It seems to be going well but when I start talking about things that I like (for real), my target keeps telling me that they’re stupid. I tell her that her existence is stupid with a smirk. Her friends go to leave and she won’t give me her number – she tells me I’m rude. We decide to bounce. Rat’s Swedish chick has gone to a place called Favella so we decide to check it out.
Get to Favella. Open some chicks coming downstairs from the main bar/dance area who are pretty average – but it keeps the social momentum going. Upstairs Rat has to piss so I just nonchantly wander around the area to check it all out – then I see her. Platinum blonde, blue eyed, perfectly toned tight bodied, must-be-European chick.

*power claw open* HEY! SWEDEN!

Excited squealing noise* YA! How’d you know?!!


Shit is on. I pull her down to a seating area and we talk about I don’t know what for a few minutes. Her friend comes over and says she has to go to the toilet with her. As she gets up I pull her back in and it’s a full porno make out. She gets on top of me and starts grinding. After about 10 minutes of this she goes to the toilet with her friend. I try to find Rat but he’s MIA. HBSwede comes back and latches on to me. More making out then she asks me if I have some cigarettes so we can go smoke. I tell her it’s a filthy habit but let’s go down and outside so we can get one from someone. Outside the club people are being jews and no one will give her one – works for me because now she wants to go get a pack from the 711 up the street. We get them and sit outside on a low ledge while she smokes and we molest each other. From down the road I see Rat walking up with his Swedish girl and they sit down and join us for a bit. Double Swedish pull – yeah boi :D

The girls start babbling to each other in Swedish for a bit and then I pull mine back in for make out. Time to pull for some proper business. HBSwede doesn’t have a phone number since she’s only just arrived in Australia that very afternoon, therefore she can’t call her friend. She’s also forgotten where her hostel is. I tell her we’ll walk back and find it since there are many hostels in the area. So we start off in the direction of my hotel. Luckily all the hookers and creepy fucks have disbanded and the area isn’t so scary now. She keeps asking me seriously dumb questions along the way:

What do you do?!

Adventure, and stuff for Samsung

Cool! Can you get me an iPad?!


lolwot?

As we go past my hotel I say we can look up her place online in my room. No resistance. Glory ensues. LMR consists of ‘I have to find my friend’ then nothing. The girl has a perfect fully tanned body with zero tan lines over her tits and – this from spending a month in Thailand and some subtle naked sun tanning in hidden locations she explained. Hardcore Scandinavian sex ensues. Afterwards she gets dressed and I call a cab to take her to her hostel. She says New Zealand must be better than Australia before she goes. It’s about 2am.

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A Good nights work. It's funny how everything was going really average, then when I opened the girl who was the hottest out of my approaches (and I'm pretty sure the club in general) - everything went smooth as silk. What does that tell you?
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Lethyr

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Nicely done. 

 
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king rat

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Great night mate, love your writeup too. I think we're due for some more adventures in the coming days
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Martin Crowe

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Gotta go out soon. Friday evening. Will catch all of this up tomorrow. 

 2/26 Saturday

I check out of my hotel after a night of doing fuck all other than being sick. Something’s different today though – the receptionist is a bit of a stunner. She’s also clearly not from around here. I do what I normally do in this situation.

Latvian! I grin confidently.

Actually.. Lithuanian – but very good anyway she smiles back.

Suddenly all I'm aware of is: LITHUANIA WOULD CLOSE OUT THE BALTICS!

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In lieu of any other people coming through we talk for about 15 minutes before I get her number. I’d text her later that night and she got back to me straight away – saying I should have come round for dinner with her! This one is on... so stay tuned.

Night time:

I meet up with my Polish cherish again. I don’t know why, since nothing unpredictable happens. She’ll make out but won’t give me anything else. We none-the-less have an absolute filthy conversation and I talk about how I’d fuck her five times a day unlike her homo boyfriend who apparently can only manage 3. I need to stop doing this shit to myself. She has to go early so I bounce to The Argyle where I Moey and King Rat are supposed to be, but in fact end up getting sidetracked elsewhere. I spot Maldini but otherwise am hanging with 2 of my non-RSD mates who are semi-chode. These are cool guys who did well with women in high school and Uni (when I didn’t do well) but who couldn’t do a cold approach if you hold a gun to their head. One of them is particularly emotional on account of one of our school and uni friends who died in the Christchurch earthquake. It’s upsetting for me also but this isn’t the place to mope around. We’re having this emotionally draining/saddening as fuck conversation about it so I decide to get the fuck out and open a cute brunette girl with:

I’m sad...I went to Disneyworld and Mickey wasn’t there....


It goes super well. It’s very physical but her friends are right there and I can’t relocate her for upping the ante. I grab her number and get little kiss on the lips. I hadn’t realised it but I’d spent about half an hour with her so I decide to find what my friends are doing. At this point my cold cough kicks in BADLY and I start to feel like absolute shit. I try opening about 3 sets and it goes something like this
Hey You’re cute, I wanted to *BIG ASS COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING FIT* 

It sounds like I’m fucking dying and unsurprisingly the girls awkwardly skittle off. Fuck. I feel awful now, though for shits and giggles I open another set with:

Hey, I’ve recently picked up a new airborne variety of the AIDS virus *COUGH COUGH COUGH*
(Coughing not faked)

Result is predictable...
I find my friends and see that they are drunk as hell and abusing random people in fake Lebanese accents. It’s actually pretty funny but I’m dying inside and need to rest. Night over.
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