FR: 12/29 No more excuses. Niceguy rampage at Shark Club

[niceguy]

I haven't slept yet. It's almost 9am as I'm writing this first line. I figure my sleeping schedule is pretty much fuxed, so I might as well write this before I forget some details.

This is a post where I'm going to bring it all out. I am going to include a preface to my FR, because there are reasons as to why things happened the way they did on this night.

-Scorecard-
6 kcloses
4 #closes
Very close to fclosing 2 HBs with my good friend, Lucky31337.

This FR is going to be very detailed. I hope to look back at this FR someday when I feel like I'm in a rut and in doubt of myself.

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PREFACE
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The past 3 weeks have been miserable for me. Even the Casanova Crew members don't know the extent of it, because I was keeping most of my thoughts internal.

If you've met me personally, or have read my first field reports from 2 and 1/2 months ago, you may be aware that I got results surprisingly faster than expected. Coming from absolutely zero game and very little confidence in myself, I remember my first night of sarging with CC - I didn't open a single set. I found myself in chode mode the entire night.

Then by the end of my 1st month with CC, I had gotten 7 Day 2s, 2 fcloses, /w 1 same night lay. A few weeks later, I met a girl at Saddle Ranch and fclosed her on a Day 2. She has since been coming over once a week.

So, what...I'm a fuckin pimp now, right? Not quite. I had lost sight on what to work on, and instead, I went out with no goal in mind. I realize that my head space quickly filled with outcome orientation. When I went out, I started to get less results.

What happened? I went from being invincible to wondering if all my previous success was simply a fluke. A few strokes of luck. "I am not a PUA by a longshot," was what I was starting to convince myself of.

This lead me to question my game in its entirety. I didn't want to go out anymore. I found that I didn't want to talk to girls since I would get nothing out of it. What the hell is the point? A failure mentality is what I had.

Then a few things happened...

-JJ (Lucky31337) joined our crew. He has amazing game, w/ his body language being one of his outstanding qualities. Watching his style was a double edged sword at first. I wanted to try out his style since he got great results, however, I wasn't congruent with it.

I went into my AFC thought process and began convincing myself..."I can't do what he does. He has a faux hawk. I, AT LEAST, must have a faux hawk to be gaming like him." Laugh if you must, but this is honestly how I was thinking. It was a defeatist mentality at it's worst.

Not only could I not mimic his style, I couldn't even wing with him.

What I've learned from him - It's one thing to hear and read about being the party and coming from a position of high value. It is a completely different thing to actually LIVE it.

-Casanova Crew OC formed. At the first meeting, only 2 of the guys had done more than 100 cold approaches. I've always told myself that I can learn from BOTH someone who has more experience than me and someone who is brand new to it all. I've always said this, yet I've never personally experienced learning from the latter.

These guys are great. They've already served to be a true inspiration to me. They share the same essence that Casanova Crew was founded on. A group of guys from all different backgrounds and different skill levels coming together to form a tight, cohesive unit. They challenge and learn from each other every time I see them in field.

What I've learned from CCOC - You only get better when you have a written set of personal challenges to work on. This way, you can even come home after a night of 0 closes, and it's a success as long as you are working at these challenges. Goal setting in your mind is completely different from writing them down in order to actualize them.

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FR: 12/29 Niceguy Rampage at Shark Club
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I didn't plan on going on a sarge binge, however, the night happens to be Day 4, and I'm going out again tonight (Sunday) for the 5th night in a row.

Interkurse comes to pick me up around 9:20 and in the car is J The Ripper, Siren, and Jiant J. We're rat packing the Accord and it's on. We roll out to the club and we pop a beer before hopping out of the ride.

In line, I see JJ, Khan, and Joker. It feels like a Casanova family reunion. Some of the guys have been MIA and with family for the holidays. JJ knows the promoter and is able to get 8 dudes into the venue for free. Props for having a good connection.

We stroll in roughly at 10pm and execute Operation: Divide and Conquer. 3 to the pool tables, 2 to the dance floor, and 3 to the patio.

I'm having a rather slow start. Out on the patio with Lucky31337 and Interkurse, we find a 3 set on a couch and we push Interkurse to open. He opens the hottest one and is in set for about 30 seconds. We see them laugh, and it's our cue.

We fly in and handle the other 2 fatty obstacles. The set runs very smoothly and we're all in isolation with our targets for a solid 20 minutes. The 3 girls bounce and the 3 of us shoot the shit.

Siren comes out and he tells me there is free food inside. Don't need to tell me twice. Except for the 7 Wheat Thins I had at 3:30, I hadn't eaten all day. We find Joker and Jiant J hitting up a pool table and I inhale the food they had on the table.

I'm jacked up and good to go. There's no need to talk to fat chicks anymore tonight. 1 warm up set for 20 minutes is more than enough.

Showcase, Siren and I roll to the bar. Siren's buying me a drink! That guy is a badass. Every time I see him, he's working miracles with the ladies. Things you wouldn't imagine possible are just normal for him... We joke that he is often found with a girl slung over his shoulder with his thumb in between her crack. Only...it's no joke.

However, the drink buying is delayed as he decides to open a mixed 4 set (1 Guy, 3 Girls).

We're in machine gun mode. There is no target. We befriend the guy immediately and we're bantering with all of the girls.

niceguy: (to HB9viet) There's this vibe I get from you...So dressy, like you're in NY on Sex in the City.
HB9viet: Haha. No, we're just cold.
HB9viet: You're Korean, aren't you?
niceguy: Shit, no one ever guesses it right on. You're awesome. Come here (hug), Okay, now get off..
HB9viet: My friend right here is Korean too! Say hi.

niceguy: Why hello...
HB8korean: My name's xxxxx. What's your name?
niceguy: My name is Nova, as in Casa..nova.
(she doesn't get it, and I lose interest/ignore her)

niceguy: (to HB8blonde) Your name is? Shh...Don't tell me. It's Young Samantha from Sex in the City.
HB8blonde: Nooo, Samantha? I don't like Samantha.
niceguy: Ridiculous. Samantha is the best character. She has the most spunk and finds herself in the most interesting situations.
HB8blonde: You're right! I'm Samantha!

We continue on.

Hugs, pictures, and spin moves later...I go off to the dancefloor and leave the set behind. I see Khan and we both roll out to the patio. We chat it up - He's a great guy. I didn't see much of him for the past few weeks, so it was definitely great to see him.

Lucky31337 rolls out and Khan asks about his game. Lucky says, "Okay, let me show you."

Lucky: (points at HB8.5redhair) Hey you.. (Points at the floor) Come over here.
HB8.5redhair: Okay! (a hop, skip and a slide, she comes over)
Lucky: I saw you earlier and you didn't come say hi. You're a total shy girl, aren't you?
HB8.5redhair: Noooo! I'm not a shy girl (laughs).
Lucky: (points at the couch) Hey, sit down.

She complies and they're both sitting down and she is qualifying herself to him hardcore.

Easy as that, right? That's all I needed to see. The Adios that Siren bought for me is spilled all over the floor. I had 3/4 of it left, so now I'm without my precious drink. Showcase comes out to greet Khan, I let him take my seat. I stand up and notice HB9viet wandering around.

niceguy: You. Where have you been all my life?
HB9viet: I was out here looking for my friends. Have you seen them?
niceguy: Irrelevant. You're with me now.
HB9viet: Sounds good! Let's get a drink.. What do you want?
niceguy: Lets go to the bar. (grab hand and lead to the bar)

We vibe a bit and she orders me a beer. Her friends arrive shortly and I engage the group. I see Joker and Siren on the couch. I park my ass in between them in a tight spot, and they Joker gives me a friendly evil eye.

We chat, and I put my drink against the back of the couch. I stand up to make a comment to a chick, and just as I'm turning around to grab my drink, Joker leans back and knocks the drink over and it spills all over the couch and on his shirt =( My bad, Joker. I owe you one.

Regardless, I want another drink. 2 drinks on the books, however, I've managed to have only 5 or 6 sips. Not kosher.

I see HB9viet with her friends. I isolate with simply...

niceguy: You're coming with me.

I grab her hand and pull her to the inside of the club. We go over to the bar and it's my turn to buy drinks.

HB9viet: Your turn!
niceguy: You're gonna have to earn it.
HB9viet: What? I bought the first rou...
niceguy: (Super speed triangular gaze and makeout. She's into it.) Alright, I guess.

We get our drinks and head back to the patio. I release her to her friends.

I walk over to the fireplace and get my first blowout in a mixed 3 set (1 guy, 2 girls).

niceguy: You...have the cutest beanie. In fact, your whole style is on. You look...like a cute...little...mushroom!
HB8beanie: What the fuck? Go away
HB8beanie: (to HB9brunette) He just called me a fuckin mushroom.
HB9brunette: Ew, get the fuck away.
niceguy: (to HB9brunette) You didn't even hear what I said first. I said her style is cute. She looks like cute little mushroom like in Super Mario.
Otherguy: I know what you're talking about man. Girls, that's a compliment.

Apparently girls don't think about video games on first reaction. Lesson learned. I gave props to the guy and walked off. I don't care.

I open another mixed 3 set immediately. (2 guys, 1 girl)

niceguy: I just told this girl that she looks like a mushroom, apparently she didn't like it.
Set: OMG hahaha

We introduce each other and we shoot the shit. Then...

niceguy: I'm looking for a latina mamacita. That is my goal and I am going to make her my girlfriend.
Set: Haha
Guy1: Hell yeah. Good luck with that, man.
niceguy: Guys, bring it in. (Group hug) I'll make you guys proud.

I turn around and take 3 steps. I look left and find an HB7mamacita.

niceguy: (point at her) You. Come here.
HB7mamacita: Yeah?
niceguy: You speak Spanish?
HB7mamacita: Yes..
niceguy: (Drop the line Jiant J taught me. I'm not going to release it until I fclose a latina princess. Once I do, I'll go public with it in my LR)
HB7mamacita: Hahahaha Yes!
niceguy: Fuckin perfect. Come over here.

Pull her over to the 3 set I opened 30 seconds prior.

niceguy: You guys. I found her. I'd like to introduce you to my new girlfriend.
Set + HB7mamacita: Hahaha
Set: Hell yeah
niceguy: Awesome. You guys have a good night. HB7mamacita, lets go.

I pull her out of the patio and..

HB7mamacita: But my friends are...
niceguy: Irrelevant. Lets go.

I pull her to the dance floor and we get all kinds of freaky. Push/Pull, busted my patented Pole Dance, dropped the Fatality on her, and pulled her back to the patio.

We get there and her friends are gone, so I naturally tease her for her friends ditching her. Siren rolls by and wants to snap a pic.

We take a normal picture. The classic, arm over shoulder and cheeeese.

niceguy: WTF Girlfriend.
HB7mamacita: ?? What did I do?
niceguy: We're a couple. We take pictures while kissing.

Do a 90/10 on her, where I come in 90% and she comes the 10%. Siren snaps some pics. He messes up the first one, so we have to retry. Takes another and says, one more. I don't know if he does that on purpose so that we can get extra time making out. Whatever the reason, solid wing-camera-man job.

She checks her phone and notices a text saying her friends are outside. She's DD and has to go. We makeout for a while longer and #close.

I go inside and see Joker in a set. He tells me he's been in for a while, but she's not a girl he's trying to game. I tell him he should eject the set. I turn around and find another cute little Latina chick walking quickly to the dance floor.

I don't normally like to stop moving sets, but she was a Latina mamacita. I couldn't just let her walk by.

niceguy: STOP! You're way too cute to walk away from me.
HB7.5tinymamacita: Awww.
niceguy: (Grab hand) Spin move! (spin her around a few times.)
niceguy: That's why we're meant to be together. I like to spin you and you like to spin. Bring it in (caveman hug her)
HB7.5tinymamacita: Haha..
niceguy: Don't let go...see, you fit in my arms perfectly. We're going to the dance floor.
HB7.5tinymamacita: Okay! My friends are there too.
niceguy: ...Irrelevant.

We get down and jiggy. I spin her, then back around, and tilt her body backwards (like that famous picture of a Sailor returning home to mack on his lady). I go in for the kclose, it's receptive.

I #close. Chat a bit more, then pass her off to her friends.

I walk back near the bar and open a girl with Showcase. She's a Latina mama. HB9curlyhair. I kinda wanted her. She had a nervous smile, and it made her even hotter. I dragged her to the dance floor as well. Brought her back and unfortunately, she had the personality of a rock. She immediately turned into an HB1boring.

The club is closing, so I head outside.

The crew rendezvous by the valet stand and Lucky is in a 2set. HB9.5+LatinaMAAAAMA and HB6.5tigolbitties (gives her .5 more to HB7).

Obviously, Lucky is working on HB9.5+, so I immediately grab HB7tigolebitties

niceguy: You are now...my girlfriend for the next..
HB7tigolebitties: Hour? Hour and a half?
niceguy: You wish.. We'll make it an hour.
HB7tigolebitties: Yesss!
niceguy: (Spin her around, hold hands, push off)
HB7tigolebitties: I need to find my valet ticket. (Searches furiously through her purse)

I go back to Lucky and HB9.5+

Lucky: We're going.
HB9.5+MAAAAMA: We're going?
Lucky: Yes. We're going to Denny's.
HB9.5+MAAAAMA: Sounds good..

Lucky's body language is on key. He's owning this girl. I see HB7tigolebitties flirting with the valet guy. Tips him $10 and he's stoked. Her car gets pulled around and..

niceguy: Girlfriend. Stop being a bad girlfriend. Lets go.
HB7tigolebitties: (Reaches out for my hand and I pull her away)

They get to their car and Lucky is opening the car door.

niceguy: (To Lucky) We getting in?
Lucky: Yeah.

Don't have to tell me twice. We hop in the back and the girls want to ditch the idea of Denny's and go back to my place. Sexual talk escalates to extremely sexual conversation.

HB9.5+MAAAAMA: Have you guys ever had latina pussy before?
Us: Nah, not yet.
HB9.5+MAAAAMA: You better get out the handcuffs
HB7tigolebitties: Hey be quiet guys, it's my mom (on the phone). Even you, HB9.5+

Her mom wants her back home immediately. Doh!

Sex talk continues. Something along the lines of..

Us: You're going to get spanked hard.
HB9.5+: Be careful. HB7tigolebitties loves that.
Us: Well, she's going to get it bad.
HB9.5+: You're turning us on.

...etc. The whole time, HB7tigolebitties is speechless...only laughing. She really is getting turned on.

We get to our place and Lucky pulls HB7 out of the car and takes the driver seat. I close the door and makeout with HB7 as Lucky gets action from HB9.5+.

HB7: (Opens the door) We have to go! My mom's going to kill me!

Lucky jumps out to handle her, and I take the driver's seat. HB9.5+ closes the door and straddles me. She takes off her bra and it gets hot and heavy. HB9.5+ has it all. Freaky, extremely pretty face, natural C cups, perfect nips. She's a 10.

After a bit of fun, HB7 goes crazy again and opens the door. Now it's a game.

Lucky and I switch partners yet another time. When HB7 got crazy again, we'd switch. Then she'd get crazy again and we'd switch back. This went on for about 25 minutes. Finally, HB7 was fearing death from her mom and we exchanged numbers with the girl.

As they drove off, we laughed out asses off.

niceguy: Denny's?
Lucky: Lets do it.

While at Denny's we get this brilliant idea to go to an afterhours venue in Hollywood. We call the others and they're calling it a night, so we fly just the two of us. This is the first time I've ever gone to a club 30 miles away, came back home, only to go directly to another club 30 miles away in the same night.

It's 5am. We arrive and are welcomed with a $35 cover to a venue that is only open for another 2 hours. We debate and Lucky asks who is spinning at the club. Apparently it's someone he respects, so without hesitation, he frame controls my ass and says, "we're going in."

And in we went.

It's completely House/Trance music and it reminds me of a rave. Looks like fun. We pump our states on the dance floor for 10 minutes, then head upstairs. I get a smoke in the patio and drinks aren't served for another hour.

I challenge him to open a set and he does well. We chat them up for 10 minutes or so and then he points at two girls and says, "your turn." Fuck...alright.

Walk over and notice that they're Latina mamas. (If you haven't noticed by now...I'm into the Latinas these days. I've already landed a white chick, so the new goal is to game up and fclose a Latina).

niceguy: OMG! You guys are Hispanic.
set: Why, yes we are..
niceguy: (Drop Jiant J's line)
set: HAHAHAHAHAHA! (they literally burst out laughing) Yes!

Thank you, Jiant J.

Our cue to enter is usually after the set is laughing. We consider that enough of a hook to introduce friends.

niceguy: (As Lucky is walking over) Girls, this is my best friend, Lucky. Lucky, meet her and my new girlfriend.

Lucky plays his part well and we're chatting with the girls. They're waiting for the booze to be served in 45 minutes. We look at each other and decide to leave them and open others.

We go down to the dance floor and do our thing. We hit the other smoking section which looks like a rundown ass alley and meet a coked out couple. Interesting convo later, ADD Cokehead girl pulls cokehead guy back inside. We chill, then roll upstairs again.

They're almost serving booze. We stand at the bar for a few minutes. Lucky games the bartender chick and he gets me a beer. Coolbeans. We open a 2 set and, as luck would have it, she references Super Mario Brothers (What Irony!)

Lucky: Oh my god. You have to see niceguy's wallet. You're gonna love it.

I bust out my wallet...The outside of it is looks like an old school Nintendo controller. The girls love it and we vibe it out.

Then we roll to the upstairs dance floor and notice a Korean chick with glowsticks. Lucky does his thing then passes them to me for me to bust a groove. I chat up with HB8korean. I am very picky about Asian chicks, and even more picky if it happens to be a FOB.

I usually stay away from FOBs. I don't like the communication barrier...but this one, I actually liked. She was cute, genuine, and had a very nice girl personality to her. I wanted to #close, but her brother grabbed her and pulled her away. Oh well.

Lucky and I do one last swing through the club. By this time, the downstairs was closed off, so everyone was in the upstairs patio/bar. While rolling through, I see a girl eyefucking the hell out of Lucky, so I pull him towards her and tell him what's going on. He opens her and is deep in set.

I go outside and see a girl who is wearing a shirt similar to mine.

niceguy: You're awesome. Do you know why?
HB8indian: No, why?
niceguy: (Pause for dramatization) Because..you have an awesome...sense of style. Look! We're matching!
HB8indian: OMG we so are!
niceguy: Come here. (hug) We're a match made in heaven.
HB8indian: Oh yes, we are (wink and smile)

We vibe it out. Lucky comes to join us and we're bouncing out of the club.

niceguy: Kiss goodbye.
HB8indian: (kiss on the cheek)
niceguy: What the hell is that? Kiss on the lips, silly.

Kclose her and bounce from the venue.

We go back and here I am. 2 hours and 40 minutes later, I finish my FR. I'm going to bed before midnigh...noon.

-niceguy

PS. Niceguy...this is a message to you if you're reading this when you're in a slump in the future. "No excuses."