THE FORUMS
Friday 22nd June
My flatmates gf isn’t around to puppet him about like a tool so he wants to get as retarded as possible in her absence. Him, my bro and other friend take a lot of pills, but I just get drunk. We can’t get in anywhere in the Cross except one of the shittiest venues possible (where any cretin can get in). None-the-less there is an interesting assortment of talent so I start to hit up. The first sets are dull. But then again so are the girls. Time to next level shit it up. Spot a tall, black, elegant black model-looking girl (black girls are almost non-existent in Sydney). Say hi slowly up in her face and then just lead her over to a couch and chill with her. She’s a model (surprise…) and moving to Milan in the next week or so. I would have been impressed if I hadn’t already lived in Milan and fucked models. I’d never made-out with a blackgirl though and wanted to get that off my chest. So I did. She wouldn’t give me her number though. Not sure why. I start losing interest and bail on her.
Now it’s time to get randomly social with dozens of people for a bit. Soon spot a gang of blonde girls with flowers woven into their hair. This means they are Swedish as today is midsommar. Convey exact same talk track to girls. They like me. They are on their way out but one throws her number at me and asks that I join them at their next venue. About 10 minutes later she texts me and tells me to hurry up. Shyt is ownnn. My amigos have bailed and are god knows where so I leave to meet Swedish girl. She’s thrilled to see me but is very awkward in response to my physicality. I take things a bit slower but I get the feeling it’s going no where with her tonight. No matter. I hit up her friend instead and start talking off an emotionally charged rollercoaster where I cover Travel, my dead mates fiancé, crazy childhood dreams and sex. She’s laughing, almost crying and getting intense all in the space of 10 minutes. Which is apparently enough time for her to decide – and she says this – ‘You are the most real guy I’ve ever met’. Take her to the bar to get a drink and she’s wrapped around me from behind, licking my neck and jacking me off under the bar ledge as I’m about to order drinks. Fuck alcohol – I’m giving her something better too drink. Pull her to the downstairs bathrooms which are more quiet and take her into stall. She sucks my dick in there but won’t fuck. This all happens very fast. Go back to her friends who have now been joined by random dudes. The original girl also realizes that I’m now into her friend and gets insanely jealous… though she doesn’t explicitly show it…yet.
We hang around upstairs for a bit more and then go down to the bottom floor. As insanely ON as it is with this one she won’t leave her friends, though we are quite enjoying our little love bubble. I’m just trying to sort out the pull logistics. Random Swedish dudes meet up with the girls now and although my mind may be playing tricks on me, I could swear that shes sending one of these tools over to try and fuck with me and my girl as he keeps trying to make out with my girl while she watches and my girl gets mad. Turns out I’m right. All 3 girls now get in a massive esculating argument in Swedish before mine begins sobbing and goes and sits down at the far end of the bar by herself. I go over to see wtf happened but the other two block me and start hysterically yelling she doesn’t want to see you, go away, she doesn’t like you, leave her alone. If I thought that a girls friends had cockblocked me before, then I hadn’t seen anything yet. Next level game = next level drama.
I bulldoze past these bitches and go to talk to mine, who’s quietly sobbing say she can’t see me again cos she’ll fall in love, and she’s only here a few weeks etc and she doesn’t want her heart broken etc. WTF. Friends come over and there’s more arguing. Swedish fag dudes are looking on smiling. Whatever trolls, $50 says theses guys haven’t been laid in a year. The banshee girls now pull the whole group outside. Mine is a broken, sobbing mess by this point. I can’t be bothered with this shit any longer and tell her friends that they’re being fucking bitches and terribly rude without any good reason. They start screaming SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU, FUCK OFF again and again. Then mine finally finds her spine, jumps up and goes FUCK YOU, I REALLY LIKE HIM, to her mates. They are obviously taken back but then just go ‘………ok, but we are going somewhere else now’. They bundle her into a cab as shes telling me her number and then cab it home myself. She texts me saying she wants to see me again so I’ll probably put her away sometime. It’s now 5:58am. Time flies. I expect to be the last one home but my 3 amigos are all lying around the living room in various drug induced states of retardation. A combination of speed, ecstasy, booze and giant doobies will do that to you. I’m exhausted. Sleep time.
My flatmates gf isn’t around to puppet him about like a tool so he wants to get as retarded as possible in her absence. Him, my bro and other friend take a lot of pills, but I just get drunk. We can’t get in anywhere in the Cross except one of the shittiest venues possible (where any cretin can get in). None-the-less there is an interesting assortment of talent so I start to hit up. The first sets are dull. But then again so are the girls. Time to next level shit it up. Spot a tall, black, elegant black model-looking girl (black girls are almost non-existent in Sydney). Say hi slowly up in her face and then just lead her over to a couch and chill with her. She’s a model (surprise…) and moving to Milan in the next week or so. I would have been impressed if I hadn’t already lived in Milan and fucked models. I’d never made-out with a blackgirl though and wanted to get that off my chest. So I did. She wouldn’t give me her number though. Not sure why. I start losing interest and bail on her.
Now it’s time to get randomly social with dozens of people for a bit. Soon spot a gang of blonde girls with flowers woven into their hair. This means they are Swedish as today is midsommar. Convey exact same talk track to girls. They like me. They are on their way out but one throws her number at me and asks that I join them at their next venue. About 10 minutes later she texts me and tells me to hurry up. Shyt is ownnn. My amigos have bailed and are god knows where so I leave to meet Swedish girl. She’s thrilled to see me but is very awkward in response to my physicality. I take things a bit slower but I get the feeling it’s going no where with her tonight. No matter. I hit up her friend instead and start talking off an emotionally charged rollercoaster where I cover Travel, my dead mates fiancé, crazy childhood dreams and sex. She’s laughing, almost crying and getting intense all in the space of 10 minutes. Which is apparently enough time for her to decide – and she says this – ‘You are the most real guy I’ve ever met’. Take her to the bar to get a drink and she’s wrapped around me from behind, licking my neck and jacking me off under the bar ledge as I’m about to order drinks. Fuck alcohol – I’m giving her something better too drink. Pull her to the downstairs bathrooms which are more quiet and take her into stall. She sucks my dick in there but won’t fuck. This all happens very fast. Go back to her friends who have now been joined by random dudes. The original girl also realizes that I’m now into her friend and gets insanely jealous… though she doesn’t explicitly show it…yet.
We hang around upstairs for a bit more and then go down to the bottom floor. As insanely ON as it is with this one she won’t leave her friends, though we are quite enjoying our little love bubble. I’m just trying to sort out the pull logistics. Random Swedish dudes meet up with the girls now and although my mind may be playing tricks on me, I could swear that shes sending one of these tools over to try and fuck with me and my girl as he keeps trying to make out with my girl while she watches and my girl gets mad. Turns out I’m right. All 3 girls now get in a massive esculating argument in Swedish before mine begins sobbing and goes and sits down at the far end of the bar by herself. I go over to see wtf happened but the other two block me and start hysterically yelling she doesn’t want to see you, go away, she doesn’t like you, leave her alone. If I thought that a girls friends had cockblocked me before, then I hadn’t seen anything yet. Next level game = next level drama.
I bulldoze past these bitches and go to talk to mine, who’s quietly sobbing say she can’t see me again cos she’ll fall in love, and she’s only here a few weeks etc and she doesn’t want her heart broken etc. WTF. Friends come over and there’s more arguing. Swedish fag dudes are looking on smiling. Whatever trolls, $50 says theses guys haven’t been laid in a year. The banshee girls now pull the whole group outside. Mine is a broken, sobbing mess by this point. I can’t be bothered with this shit any longer and tell her friends that they’re being fucking bitches and terribly rude without any good reason. They start screaming SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU, FUCK OFF again and again. Then mine finally finds her spine, jumps up and goes FUCK YOU, I REALLY LIKE HIM, to her mates. They are obviously taken back but then just go ‘………ok, but we are going somewhere else now’. They bundle her into a cab as shes telling me her number and then cab it home myself. She texts me saying she wants to see me again so I’ll probably put her away sometime. It’s now 5:58am. Time flies. I expect to be the last one home but my 3 amigos are all lying around the living room in various drug induced states of retardation. A combination of speed, ecstasy, booze and giant doobies will do that to you. I’m exhausted. Sleep time.
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Saturday, 23rd June
It’s my brothers girlfriends birthday and at the last minute she decides to have it at our place instead of hers (cos our place rocks). The night starts gradually, especially so since the whole day had basically just been a recovery session from last night. But eventually the drinks began to flow and so did the people. A lot of hotties showed up and it was good social times – with myself sowing a few seeds for later as the night was still young. Pretty soon we had a good party going and with the alcohol buzzing in, I popped an e for good measure. Let the randomness commence.
Out of the blue, one of the most famous Wallabies (Australian National Rugby Team) shows up at our apartment. When you’re social circle expands to be all over the show its funny who you end up meeting. Me and my bro are literally in awe and end up having an awesome chat with the guy over some vodka shots. But it’s nearly midnight and high time to be heading out somewhere. Now my E starts to kick in and I become, for lack of a better term – an emotional teddy bear. Essentially just romantising about fucking everything to fucking everyone in a warm fuzzy way. Shit is so weird. The urge to elucidate cutesy and romantic things in this state is uncontrollable. And hilarious. I kind of got lost in my own little world for an hour or so and forgot that I should be doing something with the plethora of talent that was on hand.
Eventually our large group breaks up and a few of us end up at a gay club due to my bro's gf's gay co-workers talking us into it. This place is about as gay it gets. 98% dudes, shirts off, making out with each other. Jesus. I’m wading through a sea of half naked men and eventually find some girls. Shit goes super smooth. Talk to about 3 or 4 before finding a tight bodied brunette that I like. Move her around the club, make-out, deep n meaningful conversation, transitionally effortless pull from club. Her topless dancing boss (looked like hank moody’s agent) even gives me his approval on the way out with her. Cab back to mine. She’s briefly starstruck by our view of the city and then it’s smooth sailing to f-town. Good bang.
It’s my brothers girlfriends birthday and at the last minute she decides to have it at our place instead of hers (cos our place rocks). The night starts gradually, especially so since the whole day had basically just been a recovery session from last night. But eventually the drinks began to flow and so did the people. A lot of hotties showed up and it was good social times – with myself sowing a few seeds for later as the night was still young. Pretty soon we had a good party going and with the alcohol buzzing in, I popped an e for good measure. Let the randomness commence.
Out of the blue, one of the most famous Wallabies (Australian National Rugby Team) shows up at our apartment. When you’re social circle expands to be all over the show its funny who you end up meeting. Me and my bro are literally in awe and end up having an awesome chat with the guy over some vodka shots. But it’s nearly midnight and high time to be heading out somewhere. Now my E starts to kick in and I become, for lack of a better term – an emotional teddy bear. Essentially just romantising about fucking everything to fucking everyone in a warm fuzzy way. Shit is so weird. The urge to elucidate cutesy and romantic things in this state is uncontrollable. And hilarious. I kind of got lost in my own little world for an hour or so and forgot that I should be doing something with the plethora of talent that was on hand.
Eventually our large group breaks up and a few of us end up at a gay club due to my bro's gf's gay co-workers talking us into it. This place is about as gay it gets. 98% dudes, shirts off, making out with each other. Jesus. I’m wading through a sea of half naked men and eventually find some girls. Shit goes super smooth. Talk to about 3 or 4 before finding a tight bodied brunette that I like. Move her around the club, make-out, deep n meaningful conversation, transitionally effortless pull from club. Her topless dancing boss (looked like hank moody’s agent) even gives me his approval on the way out with her. Cab back to mine. She’s briefly starstruck by our view of the city and then it’s smooth sailing to f-town. Good bang.
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Gotta love a bit of drama :)
Martin, I'm in. You're a pro.
If you want to elucidate any of these pulls etc I'd be all about it, always looking to learn but naturally the stories are fun as well.
If you want to elucidate any of these pulls etc I'd be all about it, always looking to learn but naturally the stories are fun as well.
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Martin Crowe is back! I loved your last journal and your travel blog! Yra I agree w cat...always learnin about the details of pulls are interesting and good to know about
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Austin RSD Bootcamp July 10-12, 2009 with Nathan! and the Resurrection Crew! BIRTHDAY SEX! BIRTHDAY SEX! BIRTHDAY SEX!
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Jesus, just started this and already I'm bad at updating it ha. I think that as (and anyone with decent experience knows this) - when shit is on, details and the mechanics of pulls become forgetable and banal. Since everything just flows.
That being said that doesn't mean I can't attempt to explain things a little clearer. It really is as simple as amusing yourself. Getting into that headspace where everything is a joke and the girls just feed off your energy. But when my early sets go logical with conversation (and they almost always inevitably do) I force myself to abruptlybreak the current talk track with random shit like ‘I like steak, steak is awesome, Florentine steak is the fucking best’ Doing this enough times moves my mind away from a reactive space and allows the spontaneity to flow naturally. Eventually this gets me into a place where I’m basically telling jokes to myself to make myself laugh, while the girl finds herself doing the same. This is done interspaced with and paralell to me talking about things I like, and amping up the physicality (holding hands, hugging etc). Done right, they just get sucked into your frame and become compliant. Of course every girl is different and not all will be receptive (or will become receptive at different rates), but it’s a pretty good gameplan in any case. I think.
Not overdoing the makeout is also important. Being the first to break it, or re-initiate when you feel like it is important for holding this frame. Basically, you own the whole fucking thing.
Now too some underwhelming FR's!
Thursday, 28th June.
Go to the usual venue even though the quality of girls there has lately been widly sporadic. Not drinking (I don't count one beer as drinking) Tonight it's fucking trash mobs everywhere (to borrow a WOW term). Run quite a few sets early on that all get a lot of keen interest - but the girls are just fucking average and unless I'm blind drunk, I have no interest in doing anything less than a 7, and then even then it's with bitter relcutance (drunken horniness > bitter reluctance). I also feel a few pangs of impatience given that I don't want to be out past 1:30am since I have to be up early in the morning. Eventually I see a cuttie at the ATM machine and am so stoked to see a nice looking girl that I can't wait to open her. I find out quickly that she's here with a bf/gf couple and that her other friends are gone. Perfect. I start talking up fantasy future romance scenario and pull her into a small enclave by the atm machine telling her it's our honeymoon suite. Intense makeout there. I cut it short. Keep fluff talking. Pull back in for more intense physcial times. Feels solid enough so go to bar to get us a drink. But as I do her couple friends come up and say that they have to go (she's staying at their place and lives ages away). I also find out that she's away for the next 10 days or so in NZ - but she gives me her number without me asking - so might be on for when she's back. Too bad, felt like a same night.
I neander around the bar for a little longer but there's nothing worth staying around for so I bounce home.
Friday, 29th June.
Fun night. No girls. It's our companies end-of-sales quarter drinks thing and the location is Marquee - the newest, allegedly best club in Sydney. We have 2 private tables and Moet and Belvedere service all night for all you can drink, so it's pretty sweet. Venue is also really fucking nice and the guest DJ tonight is Dirty South. That being said, I'm with my workmates - only one of whom is particulary cool, and all the hottest girls are the ones working there (bar staff, podium dancers, bottle service girls etc) The rest of the people are:
A.) Rich, older people
B.) Other chode work groups
C.) A few League players and their trophy wives
D.) A fuckton of Rich FOB Asians (children of the Chinese communist party members/ friends and family of Kim Jong-Un)
I'm actually quite annoyed about this but at least I have a bottomless well of Vodka to put away and me my best friend from work spend a greater deal of the night dancing around and trolling asian girls who can barely speak english (Like WTF am I even in Australia anymore??) I also get a couple of bored housewives approach me during the night , but they're simply looking for a little alternative attention to that of their jock dumbass husbands. It's flattering but also a little unerving since the couple of League guys I spot are FUCKING HUGE (Like NFL players to your Americans). Eventually I walk home around 3:30am really drunk, but also pretty high beat and dead keen to hit up some girls on the street. Only thing is that there aren't any. Get home after about 15 minutes and go to sleep.
Saturday, 30th June
Gay night. No girls. It's the night before Canada day and my Canadian friends have identified that Argyle is having a Canada day themed night there. I fucking hate Argyle but think to give it a go since I presume the crowd there will be more fun and interesting than it usually is. It isn't. There's a lot of Canadian day paraphernalia about, but it's still the same old shit beneath it all. I do have a great little bubble of love with a hottie shortly after I get there but then quickly lose her after I come back from the bathroom. I'd been trying to figure out why I so fucking hate this place so much (despite it been a pretty venue with good drinks) and it finally hits me. The thing is, I have met some hot girls here before, and pulled periodically from here - BUT all the young quality talent tends to leave after midnight to hit up better venues, leaving behind just the eldery, the retarded, and a plethora of pickup dudes. Yay. This finally explains why I hate Argyle: It lulls you into a false sense of anticipation. My early nights there are usually great: making out with hot girls, having great social times, hitting up hotties etc BUT THEN it gradually starts to wear away without you noticing - so by the time twighlight pull hour comes along all your're left with is garbage.
With this long overdue ephiphany, I get fucking enraged that its 2am and yet again I have wasted a saturday night at this fucking troll club when I could have been at my reliable venue. I break out of this state briefly to strongly hit up a few sets that looks good - but up close the girls are heinous so I leave again almost instantly. This happens a few times before I rage quit and go home. Officially last time I'm coming here outside of any social obligations. Ah well.. the more you know..
That being said that doesn't mean I can't attempt to explain things a little clearer. It really is as simple as amusing yourself. Getting into that headspace where everything is a joke and the girls just feed off your energy. But when my early sets go logical with conversation (and they almost always inevitably do) I force myself to abruptlybreak the current talk track with random shit like ‘I like steak, steak is awesome, Florentine steak is the fucking best’ Doing this enough times moves my mind away from a reactive space and allows the spontaneity to flow naturally. Eventually this gets me into a place where I’m basically telling jokes to myself to make myself laugh, while the girl finds herself doing the same. This is done interspaced with and paralell to me talking about things I like, and amping up the physicality (holding hands, hugging etc). Done right, they just get sucked into your frame and become compliant. Of course every girl is different and not all will be receptive (or will become receptive at different rates), but it’s a pretty good gameplan in any case. I think.
Not overdoing the makeout is also important. Being the first to break it, or re-initiate when you feel like it is important for holding this frame. Basically, you own the whole fucking thing.
Now too some underwhelming FR's!
Thursday, 28th June.
Go to the usual venue even though the quality of girls there has lately been widly sporadic. Not drinking (I don't count one beer as drinking) Tonight it's fucking trash mobs everywhere (to borrow a WOW term). Run quite a few sets early on that all get a lot of keen interest - but the girls are just fucking average and unless I'm blind drunk, I have no interest in doing anything less than a 7, and then even then it's with bitter relcutance (drunken horniness > bitter reluctance). I also feel a few pangs of impatience given that I don't want to be out past 1:30am since I have to be up early in the morning. Eventually I see a cuttie at the ATM machine and am so stoked to see a nice looking girl that I can't wait to open her. I find out quickly that she's here with a bf/gf couple and that her other friends are gone. Perfect. I start talking up fantasy future romance scenario and pull her into a small enclave by the atm machine telling her it's our honeymoon suite. Intense makeout there. I cut it short. Keep fluff talking. Pull back in for more intense physcial times. Feels solid enough so go to bar to get us a drink. But as I do her couple friends come up and say that they have to go (she's staying at their place and lives ages away). I also find out that she's away for the next 10 days or so in NZ - but she gives me her number without me asking - so might be on for when she's back. Too bad, felt like a same night.
I neander around the bar for a little longer but there's nothing worth staying around for so I bounce home.
Friday, 29th June.
Fun night. No girls. It's our companies end-of-sales quarter drinks thing and the location is Marquee - the newest, allegedly best club in Sydney. We have 2 private tables and Moet and Belvedere service all night for all you can drink, so it's pretty sweet. Venue is also really fucking nice and the guest DJ tonight is Dirty South. That being said, I'm with my workmates - only one of whom is particulary cool, and all the hottest girls are the ones working there (bar staff, podium dancers, bottle service girls etc) The rest of the people are:
A.) Rich, older people
B.) Other chode work groups
C.) A few League players and their trophy wives
D.) A fuckton of Rich FOB Asians (children of the Chinese communist party members/ friends and family of Kim Jong-Un)
I'm actually quite annoyed about this but at least I have a bottomless well of Vodka to put away and me my best friend from work spend a greater deal of the night dancing around and trolling asian girls who can barely speak english (Like WTF am I even in Australia anymore??) I also get a couple of bored housewives approach me during the night , but they're simply looking for a little alternative attention to that of their jock dumbass husbands. It's flattering but also a little unerving since the couple of League guys I spot are FUCKING HUGE (Like NFL players to your Americans). Eventually I walk home around 3:30am really drunk, but also pretty high beat and dead keen to hit up some girls on the street. Only thing is that there aren't any. Get home after about 15 minutes and go to sleep.
Saturday, 30th June
Gay night. No girls. It's the night before Canada day and my Canadian friends have identified that Argyle is having a Canada day themed night there. I fucking hate Argyle but think to give it a go since I presume the crowd there will be more fun and interesting than it usually is. It isn't. There's a lot of Canadian day paraphernalia about, but it's still the same old shit beneath it all. I do have a great little bubble of love with a hottie shortly after I get there but then quickly lose her after I come back from the bathroom. I'd been trying to figure out why I so fucking hate this place so much (despite it been a pretty venue with good drinks) and it finally hits me. The thing is, I have met some hot girls here before, and pulled periodically from here - BUT all the young quality talent tends to leave after midnight to hit up better venues, leaving behind just the eldery, the retarded, and a plethora of pickup dudes. Yay. This finally explains why I hate Argyle: It lulls you into a false sense of anticipation. My early nights there are usually great: making out with hot girls, having great social times, hitting up hotties etc BUT THEN it gradually starts to wear away without you noticing - so by the time twighlight pull hour comes along all your're left with is garbage.
With this long overdue ephiphany, I get fucking enraged that its 2am and yet again I have wasted a saturday night at this fucking troll club when I could have been at my reliable venue. I break out of this state briefly to strongly hit up a few sets that looks good - but up close the girls are heinous so I leave again almost instantly. This happens a few times before I rage quit and go home. Officially last time I'm coming here outside of any social obligations. Ah well.. the more you know..
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Martin Crowe wrote:
That being said that doesn't mean I can't attempt to explain things a little clearer. It really is as simple as amusing yourself. Getting into that headspace where everything is a joke and the girls just feed off your energy. But when my early sets go logical with conversation (and they almost always inevitably do) I force myself to abruptlybreak the current talk track with random shit like ‘I like steak, steak is awesome, Florentine steak is the fucking best’ Doing this enough times moves my mind away from a reactive space and allows the spontaneity to flow naturally. Eventually this gets me into a place where I’m basically telling jokes to myself to make myself laugh, while the girl finds herself doing the same. This is done interspaced with and paralell to me talking about things I like, and amping up the physicality (holding hands, hugging etc). Done right, they just get sucked into your frame and become compliant. Of course every girl is different and not all will be receptive (or will become receptive at different rates), but it’s a pretty good gameplan in any case. I think.
Gold.
I've been getting stuck in logical mode way too often lately. This is a good reminder of the fundamentals that I've been neglecting. Thanks man!
That being said that doesn't mean I can't attempt to explain things a little clearer. It really is as simple as amusing yourself. Getting into that headspace where everything is a joke and the girls just feed off your energy. But when my early sets go logical with conversation (and they almost always inevitably do) I force myself to abruptlybreak the current talk track with random shit like ‘I like steak, steak is awesome, Florentine steak is the fucking best’ Doing this enough times moves my mind away from a reactive space and allows the spontaneity to flow naturally. Eventually this gets me into a place where I’m basically telling jokes to myself to make myself laugh, while the girl finds herself doing the same. This is done interspaced with and paralell to me talking about things I like, and amping up the physicality (holding hands, hugging etc). Done right, they just get sucked into your frame and become compliant. Of course every girl is different and not all will be receptive (or will become receptive at different rates), but it’s a pretty good gameplan in any case. I think.
Gold.
I've been getting stuck in logical mode way too often lately. This is a good reminder of the fundamentals that I've been neglecting. Thanks man!
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Only went out 2 nights last week, but pulled both nights.
Friday, 6th July
Finally back at my favorite weekend venue. Good to be back baby. For pure results this is the place for me. Get slightly drunk but nothing too bad. Essentially just chilling with the Sydney crew and periodically breaking off too chat with cuties as they walk by. Spot a hot, small, blonde and obviously Scandinavian girl walk past. Catches my attention hard so I just claw her in and let the good emotions flow. Standard opener of ‘You Finnish or Swedish?’ etc. Finnish it is. Joke round with her. Pull to corner. Little make-out (It’s International kissing day – not making that shit up). Go back to the bar and order us drinks. Sit down and drink them. Create illusion that we’ve been together forever when in actual fact it’s been about 30 minutes. Then pull from bar about 12:20. Back to mine. There’s LMR but not for long. Just played it off like it’s nothing and eventually so did she. Sexy times. 30 minutes later she gets a text from her gay friend saying he wants to meet her back at the venue before he leaves Sydney or something. It’s annoying but we go back to the bar and chill with this German homo for another 30 minutes before he leaves. Luckily the venue is just 5 minutes from mine. On the way back to mine she says she’s never had KFC before so we get some and then eat it on my bed. At one point she was lying front down on the bed eating a piece of chicken wearing nothing but a tiny G-String while I’m fingering her from behind with one hand while I eat with the other. Had a vivid momment of clarity at this momment and was like wtf am i doing lol. More sex followed.
Saturday, 7th July
Almost a duplicate of the previous night. Same venue, same process except this time nothing initially sticks. Feels kind of annoying but keep running the gauntlet while also getting tipsy. Eventually I get a longer conversation happening with a Brazilian of averagish quality. She won't make out with me but I couldn't care less at this point. Given the overall options tonight aren't amazing I eventually just tell her to come outside with me and walk back to my place under some BS pretence that I forget. Once we go up the lift and she realises we're walking towards my apartment door she freaks out and says she's leaving now. I just half shrug and say that's cool, you just gotta take the lift back to level 1. I then sit down close to my front door and start texting one of the guys back at the bar to see what's going on there while she just stands there staring at me now.
Her: So what, you don't you care?!!
Me: Na *goes back to texting*
And I'm serious. It's late and I'm not gunna waste energy on this shit, especially when the girl from last night was way better and might still be available to bang again now. But with that it was check fucking mate. Now she comes and sits next to me, waiting expectantly for me to finish on my phone. I tell her to either go home now or come in now, either way I don't care. She chooses to come in with me. Boom. Sex. Kick her out afterwards cos I decide I don't like her enough to let her stay the night. I do so under the faux courtesy that I have to get up at 6am and need to sleep well tonight, then take her number down. Once she's gone I delete said number. Not exactly crowing about banging a 6, but at least I can say I was drunk and put zero effort into it lol.
Sunday, 8th July
It was Friday Finnish girls last night in Australia and she wanted to spend it fine dining with me - which she insisted on paying for. Very little to argue with here. Finished with a bang :)
Monday, 9th July
Went round to the apartment of the girl I picked up in the gay bar 2 weeks ago. She's got an awesome place all to herself and cooks an amazing dinner for me. Really nice body. Great sex times. Massive long term potential with this one though I'm not planning on settling down right now. The Swedish girl from a couple of weeks ago also started texting me again and wants to meet up sometime later this week. Might be hard to fit her in though since the weekend planned is going to be off the hook.
Friday, 6th July
Finally back at my favorite weekend venue. Good to be back baby. For pure results this is the place for me. Get slightly drunk but nothing too bad. Essentially just chilling with the Sydney crew and periodically breaking off too chat with cuties as they walk by. Spot a hot, small, blonde and obviously Scandinavian girl walk past. Catches my attention hard so I just claw her in and let the good emotions flow. Standard opener of ‘You Finnish or Swedish?’ etc. Finnish it is. Joke round with her. Pull to corner. Little make-out (It’s International kissing day – not making that shit up). Go back to the bar and order us drinks. Sit down and drink them. Create illusion that we’ve been together forever when in actual fact it’s been about 30 minutes. Then pull from bar about 12:20. Back to mine. There’s LMR but not for long. Just played it off like it’s nothing and eventually so did she. Sexy times. 30 minutes later she gets a text from her gay friend saying he wants to meet her back at the venue before he leaves Sydney or something. It’s annoying but we go back to the bar and chill with this German homo for another 30 minutes before he leaves. Luckily the venue is just 5 minutes from mine. On the way back to mine she says she’s never had KFC before so we get some and then eat it on my bed. At one point she was lying front down on the bed eating a piece of chicken wearing nothing but a tiny G-String while I’m fingering her from behind with one hand while I eat with the other. Had a vivid momment of clarity at this momment and was like wtf am i doing lol. More sex followed.
Saturday, 7th July
Almost a duplicate of the previous night. Same venue, same process except this time nothing initially sticks. Feels kind of annoying but keep running the gauntlet while also getting tipsy. Eventually I get a longer conversation happening with a Brazilian of averagish quality. She won't make out with me but I couldn't care less at this point. Given the overall options tonight aren't amazing I eventually just tell her to come outside with me and walk back to my place under some BS pretence that I forget. Once we go up the lift and she realises we're walking towards my apartment door she freaks out and says she's leaving now. I just half shrug and say that's cool, you just gotta take the lift back to level 1. I then sit down close to my front door and start texting one of the guys back at the bar to see what's going on there while she just stands there staring at me now.
Her: So what, you don't you care?!!
Me: Na *goes back to texting*
And I'm serious. It's late and I'm not gunna waste energy on this shit, especially when the girl from last night was way better and might still be available to bang again now. But with that it was check fucking mate. Now she comes and sits next to me, waiting expectantly for me to finish on my phone. I tell her to either go home now or come in now, either way I don't care. She chooses to come in with me. Boom. Sex. Kick her out afterwards cos I decide I don't like her enough to let her stay the night. I do so under the faux courtesy that I have to get up at 6am and need to sleep well tonight, then take her number down. Once she's gone I delete said number. Not exactly crowing about banging a 6, but at least I can say I was drunk and put zero effort into it lol.
Sunday, 8th July
It was Friday Finnish girls last night in Australia and she wanted to spend it fine dining with me - which she insisted on paying for. Very little to argue with here. Finished with a bang :)
Monday, 9th July
Went round to the apartment of the girl I picked up in the gay bar 2 weeks ago. She's got an awesome place all to herself and cooks an amazing dinner for me. Really nice body. Great sex times. Massive long term potential with this one though I'm not planning on settling down right now. The Swedish girl from a couple of weeks ago also started texting me again and wants to meet up sometime later this week. Might be hard to fit her in though since the weekend planned is going to be off the hook.
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The KFC imagery sounded delicious and greasy. Martin I'm curious about a cursory background on who you are, how long you've been doing this, basic history of sorts if the feeling strikes.
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Martin Crowe
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Join Date: 11/11/2008 | Posts: 507
I decided to start a new FR.
This was the old one.
I liked it but it’s time for something new. New chapter with a new beginning etc etc. My nights out have almost no process behind them now. Pretty much just go out and have fun, whether it be sober, drunk or high. Right now I feel like I’m sort of hovering in that space between high intermediate and advanced – though that shit is entirely subjective. I miss writing though, even more so when the stories have been getting more and more interesting. It’s fun for me.
I also want to sharpen up before my 5 week expedition to the more obscure corners of Eastern Europe, which is only a month away. That shit is going to be off the rails. Especially since a lot of it will be solo. Slamming foreign hoties with crazy accents from unpronounceable towns is fun, but the real growth comes from the adventures and discoveries that occur when you put yourself out there, by yourself, in places you know nothing about. You vs The unknown. It’s pretty much what I live for. And where I’m trying to take my ‘game’ now.
We'll kick this off from a couple of weeks ago:
Saturday, 16th June
Consume half bottle of Finlandia. Go to favorite bar with Canadian crew. Power through the rubbish sets. Sometimes I’m all down for the time be yo ally and build her confidence in you gig. Not tonight. Just feel like slamming a hottie right away. Lots of instant blowouts and immediate turn aways. Eventually sit down and command blonde hottie sitting 2 seats over to get next to me. It’s damn loud and hard to hear what she’s saying to me - so I just grab her and make out instead. I can feel that she’s compliant to my every move so I go for the pull after about 5 minutes. No reason to wait. Walk 5 minutes to mine. Can finally hear her voice properly and turns out she’s Scottish. Bang brains out and glaze her face. Grandslam of the home nations is finally complete (Scotland, Wales, Ireland, England).
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