I'm pretty stoked, as this was my most successful weekend ever.

I started out at a foam party with my wing Friday night in SF. AWESOME fucking venue; right on the water with views of the entire bay from every window and deck in the place. My wing and I open a mixed set of about 7 so we could cozy up to them and cut in line for the party. Things are going well, a ton of people are engaging me because of the t-shirt I'm wearing (Pillsbury Doughboy with the words "Poke Me;" I think this is how I'm going to peakock from now on–funky, interesting t-shirts. I'm sick of wearing the douche-bag uniform). I'm demanding payment for random pokes, and building social proof in the process.

We get into the venue, and I just start chatting EVERYBODY up. Within an hour my wing and I lock into this two-set–a Brazilian HB9 and her friend. You know how I love the Brazilians, so I of course pair off with Brazilian girl. I find out she's rebounding, and she starts initiating kino. I hold back at first, talking to my wing and her friend for a bit, making her work for my attention. We end up dancing, and she's just GRINDING into me. She tries to get me to buy her a drink, but I say "why don't you buy me one." She complies. After a while, we start making out and grinding in the foam.

Now all is going well, but for some fucking reason I slid into nice-guy mode. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking–I just kind of fell into it. I should have been initiating inappropriate kino, slapping her ass, being more aggressive, but instead I just made out with her like a bullshit gentleman. It was obvious what she wanted and I just pussed-out for some reason.

Brazilian girl takes off with her friend around 2:30, and I get her number. I can't remember her name, and then I LOSE her fucking number. GAH!! I was so pissed.

The next night, I go to a house party with a couple friends. I always feel more comfortable and on my game at house parties. So before I get there, I decide I'm just going to be an inappropriate kino BEAST. I don't give a fuck.

So I roll up to the party, and this HB9 I've been friends with gives me a huge hug–instant social proof. I can feel interest building in the room. I push her off me with the typical "this shit ain't free," and start working the party. I feel my energy-level growing as I'm there–I am the fucking man. (I really need to learn to get myself into this zone on command). I'm teasing and flirting with every woman in the place. I ended up dropping a neg on an HB7 and she gets PISSED–I shouldn't drop negs on HB7s–she ALMOST fucks-up my frame, but HB9 friend backs me up and starts teasing her, too. At this point, I realize HB9 is interested. She keeps talking about how she just cheated on her BF, initiating kino with me, and giggling. I'm doing playful kino, and pushing her off me at the same time. I keep working the room, though, rolling off the HB9 and coming back to her as the night goes on.

I lock into this two-set, and start running routines on this HB7 short girl, and initiating kino. By this point, EVERY woman at the party is giving me the eye-ball. I'm loving it. I end up kissing HB7 Short girl–no gambits or routines, she gets super close to me, and i just go for it. I roll off her, though, because HB9 is my target for the night.

The whole time whenever HB9 walks by, I give her a slap on the ass, and she's loving it. After I roll-off the two-set, she comes up and is asking me how to say shit in Spanish because she's leaving for Spain in a couple months. I'm teasing her the whole time about her accent, and kinoing at the same time.

At this point, though, her brother sees me slap her ass, and he gets pissed. I have to diffuse the situation, and I just keep gaming HB9.

The whole time I'm gaming her, I roll-off occasionally, and just flirt with other sets. I'm the life of the party.

By the end of the night, the tension between us is unbearable. She's grabbing me, and starts giving me a lap-dance. I'm playing it cool, like I don't care. She grabs me again, and pulls me to the bedroom. We do the deed.

While we were fucking, I slipped back into nice-guy mode. I wasn't nervous or unsure or anything, but I should have just been my dirty-talking, foul-mouthed, loud self. Oh well. There's always next time.