Sixth Night in Riga, Latvia: Reverse Rocky Marciano
Sixth Night in Riga, Latvia: Reverse Rocky Marciano
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Finally, after a successful Succulent Youth fly Latvian girl swoop in Riga, I am finally firing punches from all angles. Even the super trippy dreams I have been having can’t slow me down.
I continue with my routine of Entering The Dragon to get ready for the beautiful evil that nighttime brings. It’s Saturday night in Riga, and I notice that the energy levels on the street are a little lower than Friday night. (Note to self, Friday is the big night in Riga.)
I need to Fuel The Dragon, so I step into a little Latvian joint and get a grind on. The bartender girl, who is of course fly, gives me some pretty good Data Sheets on where to go for the evening. I appreciate her info, as some of my Nightlife choices so far have been a little off-point.
I get a few more “warm up” drinks, spit some Street Game, help and old Latvian Lady cross the street, and head over to one of the Latvian bartender girls’ recommendations. I enter the spot, and the place is dope (I can’t believe I never noticed it before, I think it was closed earlier in the week), but I can tell I am a little early. I need to find something better so I store the spot in my gulliver and head to another spot.
I arrive at the bartender girls’ other recomendation, and the place is on. Finally, I am in a dope spot in Riga: some hip-hop tracks, tons upon tons of fly Latvian and Russian girls, an upstairs smoking room with another DJ, and did I mention tons upon tons of fly Latvian and Russian girls?
I start spitting Game with a quickness. Girls are down. I start dancing with a couple of Russian sisters, both fly, and bust out some Salsa Game to some psedo-wack Pitbull track. The Russian sisters pick up the Salsa pretty quick and ask me, “Are you a Salsa teeecher?”
My Salsa Game is getting mad tight since I was in Cartagena.
After making some rounds in the spot, I see a smooth black guy (one of the first I have seen in Riga) nod at me and I ask him, “American?”
He replies, “No mate, UK. You from America?”
I reply, “Yeah, mate. California. The beach.”
He then introduces me to some of his friends he is with. They are rolling five deep or so, and I figure it can’t hurt to have a little “insta-crew” since I keep finding myself in Karate Chop and Judo Throw situations in Riga.
His friends are all from UK and some are pseudo-Indian and Pakistani cats, and are all pretty cool. I have never hung out with any pseudo-Indian and Pakistani cats before, so its all new to me. These guys actually have some Game and are getting some girls cooking. They say they have been to Riga a bunch of times so they seem to know the score.
With a little “back up” I start doing what I do best: Swooping Fly Girls. I am feeling 120% off of my fresh swoop and Entering The Dragon session and my Game is coming real clean with no filler. Puro like Colombian Snow.
Moving from fly girl group to fly girl group, I am looking to swoop tonight. A few of the girls are so beautiful, my heart skips a beat a few times, but I am so seasoned at this stuff that I stay ice cold like a snow cone.
Outside the spot smoking some grits with some more fly Latvian girls, I notice a curious thing: A group of the Latvian girls are dying to have their pictures taken with the homeys from the UK. And they have no interest in taking a photo with me.
I ask one of the UK cats what its all about, and he says, “I think they like people with darker skin, Mate. It’s new to them I guess.”
Interesting.
We all roll back in and get back to work.
On second thought, the DJ sucks. He is playing tracks like this:
Instead of what he should be doing and spinning tracks like this:
Either way, there are still tons of fly girls in the spot. High Heels. Short Skirts. Thin. Fly.
My Game is on like Vietnam. (And I don’t mean that ETF, Market Vectors Vietnam (VNM), either).
I keep making solid, dynamic approaches, non-stop. Then I realize something: I have literally tried to swoop about 30 different girls in the spot to no avail. It’s really strange. If I am in America, and my Game is this tight, and I am feeling this good, I would have banged out two different girls by now, and back at the club ordering another Goose Soda Lime. All I have for my efforts is a couple of “loose” Number Crunches.
I kind of feel like Miguel Cotto must have felt in his fight with Antonio Margarito; I am landing clean shots, moving well and winning the fight on the cards, but I feel like I am ultimately going to end up in a bloody heap on the canvas.
Like I said before, it’s Strange.
I keep plugging away. (So to speak).
After a bunch more Game spitting sessions, I end up empty handed. By my count, I am something like 0-49 on the night. Unreal. A “Reverse Rocky Marciano”, of sorts. I literally don’t think this has ever happened to me. In my whole life.
The spot is still dope, but I ditch the UK cats and head back to the earlier spot. I need to switch up speeds like Bruce Lee riding the Fuji in that movie. It’s more on, this time.
I make a good love connection, as if my name was Chuck Woolery, with a fly Russian girl name Jekatarina. I get pseudo-stepped to by a big Russian guy, but Jekatarina helps and translates me out of another potential Karate Chop situation, and I smooth it over.
Jekatarina is pretty down, but I can’t close. She kisses me before she steps into her cab. I will have to swoop her tommorrow.
I can’t believe after one of the sickest, award winning Game performaces I have ever put on in my life, I am empty handed again.
I can only think one thing: Riga is tough.
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08/11/2010 at 2:32 pm Permalink
a beautiful evil, Riga is tough
that group home track has a nice flow, much better than the shit dj’s play for rap nowadays. pitbul’s not just pseudo-whack, he’s completely whack. except for maybe calle ocho – but i did like the original version better, before his dumb american pseudo Spanish rap ruined it.
0-49 is impressively ineffective, reverse rocky marciano, the only heavyweight champion to ever finish his career undefeated….
Jekatarina is a hot name, i would have closed her.
close more girls
seems like Riga is an amazing place however, although i bet i’d have to know some russian or latvian, or at least be custom suited down.
Guys who never leave the homeland don’t understand the intricate subtleties that make it impossible to pull like back home. GFK’s got it down tho…
Seems like the keys to success for the nightlife in a foreign land are data sheets, language abilities, tight game, being able to get in quick with the girls and the other G’s, cash, nice suits, swagger than can only come from a life when you meet both the best and worst of people this world has to offer.
08/11/2010 at 6:38 pm Permalink
“the beautiful evil that night time brings.”
Loved that line!
0-49? You’ve grit Michael, true grit.
08/11/2010 at 9:20 pm Permalink
That whole album by Group Home was tight. To me it’s always been a toss up to which album showcased Primos finest work Livin Proof by Group Home or The Sun Rises in the East by Jeru. U can’t go wrong with either. Keep it up homey you’ll turn it around.
09/11/2010 at 7:51 am Permalink
I’m surprised you didn’t figure out why this happened:
1. Tourist guys on the prowl are a dime a dozen in Riga and Tallinn. What girls want are RESIDENTS, or at least, guys who live close enough to be worth “investing in.” In tough times, unless you are generating massive chemistry with one another, girls want a guy who she has some kind of future with, not a tourist on his way back across the Atlantic in a few days/weeks. In other words, you either outright lie (hard to do if you are staying in a hotel) or could fudge it and say you are considering moving there for work.
2. Non-white guys with game, whether they be black, Asian, or South Asian (from the UK generally) actually do better than typical white guys in the Baltics — because girls into non-white guys will make the extra effort. Europe is filled with white guys. Nothing special. Non-white guys with game are rare in the Baltic countries and thus become more valuable in the eyes of the women who are into that kind of thing. But we’re talking non-white guys who look good and say the right things — but refugee looking scrubs with no class.
3. Props for approaching so many times. That’s some impressive persistence you have.
09/11/2010 at 9:39 am Permalink
Legionaire,
1. Trust me, I figured out that one at age 14.
2. That jives with what I saw.
3. I am the hardest working G in the International Playboy biz.
– MPM
09/11/2010 at 9:41 am Permalink
Fade,
“Seems like the keys to success for the nightlife in a foreign land are data sheets, language abilities, tight game, being able to get in quick with the girls and the other G’s, cash, nice suits, swagger than can only come from a life when you meet both the best and worst of people this world has to offer.”
Hard to disagree with that.
– MPM
09/11/2010 at 9:42 am Permalink
One Dope Mexican,
Yeah, if a DJ spins that track on wax, he is instantly better than 99% of DJ’s out there.
– MPM
09/11/2010 at 9:45 am Permalink
Jason,
“0-49? You’ve grit Michael, true grit.”
Yeah, brutal. I don’t recommend it.
Believe it or not, it was still fun. “Not giving a f*ck” has always been one of my better qualities.
– MPM
09/11/2010 at 5:36 pm Permalink
I’m getting a chuckle out of your repeated run-ins with Russian guys. They are literally some of the most prone-to-action, xenophobic guys out there, esp. when it comes to sexual competition.
I wouldn’t recommend hitting Russia for a guy like yourself though — if you had issues in Riga, you could get knifed by 12 guys in Moscow or St. Petersburg — since the Baltic breed of Russian male is typically a more passive type than the ones found in the Motherland.
On the other hand, the prize far outweighs the annoyances in Eastern Europe for a single male in my opinion. In fact, I decided it to make it my summer home away from home from now on, although in a somewhat more civilized location. Riga is too full of shady unemployed thugs and scamsters for my tastes.
10/11/2010 at 12:04 pm Permalink
Maybe time to break out the black war paint or maybe get a pair of sweatpants and a ripped t-shirt with well worn work boots.
So when you are dropping loot people see the incongruence and it hits em blindside.
10/11/2010 at 4:40 pm Permalink
Legionaire,
Yeah, I have respect for Russian cats. They definitely step to you unlike American haters who do nothing.
I would way rather be in a place with mad fly girls and Russian hoods than a place with weesh girls and a bunch of chumps.
– MPM
10/11/2010 at 4:41 pm Permalink
Gunslingergregi,
Not a bad idea.
Its all about hitting from different angles and levels.
– MPM
10/11/2010 at 9:12 pm Permalink
Well, thankfully, unless you’re talking about Russia/Ukraine/Riga vs the US, there are happier compromises where you can get mad fly girls AND a more civilized, relaxed atmosphere in Eastern Europe.
Hell, if I can set up enough cash flow generators, I may end up in Eastern Europe altogether with just the winters back in the warmer climate of the US.