Hi guys,

I'm a rookie in this forum, in fact, this is my first post apart from my Introduction, which you can see here: hi-from-spain-vt186645.html

I decided to start this journal because I'd like to share and debate my experiences with as many people as possible. I would also want to state here that although I'm new in this forum, I already have some experience and I think that my inner game is pretty solid.

I have another couple of reasons for taking this up. One of them is that I found out that by exposing my thoughts on something, as I have to put it simple for other people, I may realize that I'm no expert in the subject (whatever it may be) or that I need to think more about it.
The other good consequence of this Journal is that it will allow me to practise my English a little bit and well, make friends, that's a pretty good one too hah.

I am not sure how often am I gonna post Field Reports, but I'm surely going to use this Journal as a way of delivering my opinions and ideas on sarging matters.

My first publication will go back to this last September, when some good stuff happened.

With that said, there's no need for more idle talking.
See you on the field!

Hi again!

I'll tell you about some things that took place this September, but first, let me summarize very quickly what I had been up to before all this happened.

After my first year at Uni, a friend of mine and myself flew to England to pursue our dream of playing in a rock band. We spent 10 months over there and made amazing friends. We grew up in ways we would have never imagined and became so mature. We lived the dream.
Eventually, and as a by-product of this, we both realized that our journey had been a success, but that was not what we desired anymore. It was time to come back home, a little town near Barcelona.
With the end of spring, I got a summer job that didn't allow me to hung out as much as I wanted, but it gave me time to think about my near future. I would leave my old studies and start over in another University.

Beginning; the craziest night

There was this girl that added me on facebook. We talked for a few weeks and then met at a party the weekend before Uni began. She was such a charming girl, so yeah, some kissing and see you later.
Once in Barcelona, and being the second time that I was a fresher, I knew exactly what to do: Socialize. As mostly everyone was shy and silent, it was pretty easy to become that social guy. And then, one of the best weekends of my life was about to start.

For those of you who don't know, every time in middle September, we hold a crazy festival in Barcelona. The whole city becomes the scenario for thousands of drunk people being stupid night and day.
On Saturday me and a friend would be going to see Klaxons, a crazy British band, who were headlining the BAM Festival (one of the music shows during that weekend). Sadly, he had to go to a dinner with his rugby team, so I was alone. And that was the best thing that could possibly happen to me.
After getting drunk alone at home, I headed off to the concert. I had decided that I would have a hell of a time.
Not surprisingly, they were amazing live; sang to all of their songs and talked to some girls meanwhile, nothing important. Once the show was over, I did something clearly stupid. I jumped over the fence of the backstage and fucked around a little bit. Then I found a place that was somehow more secure, and I shouted: 'Klaxons!'. Right after that, James Righton (Keira Knightley's husband and member of the band) came out. I was talking with him, I couldn't believe it.

After that, I left the concert and moved to a place where there would be and infinite amount of girls for me to sarge. I was alone, but I didn't care (in fact, I almost prefer to do it on my own), my self-esteem was incredibly high by that time. The girl that I had been with the last week was coming to the party (mostly to see me), and I already had been talking with a girl in an android app, Tinder (something like Badoo, Hot or Not, those sort of things), that was going to be there, but having such an amount of girls in front of me, I would leave that for another day.
I met a set of 2 girls and one boy, so, obviously, I started with the boy. They got impressed with my story at the concert and the way that I had gone to the party on my own, so after the guy told me if I wanted to be with one of the girls (the one that was most responsive to my words), I simply said Well, she's cute. I'd like to talk with her in private. Easy Peasy.
We kissed for a while, had a good time and then they left. (Got her number and tried to talk a few times but nothing else ever happened)
After that, the girl from the previous week told me she was near, so I showed up and ended up making out with her aswell. I would then have a relationship with this girl that lasted 3 months.

I met the girl I talked to on Tinder by Tuesday. She came to my place but I was so sick and destroyed (thanks alcohol) that I had to tell her I had a girlfriend and I wanted to be loyal to her. Actually, I met her again this week, but this is another story.

I know that this is a way too long post, but I think that this story had to come all together. I hope I'll be writing again this week and try to catch up to what I am doing right now, and be able to get more detailed with the sarging.

That's it guys, see you later!

PS: I'll be attaching some of the songs that I listen right before I go out and hope they work for you aswell, but apparently I'm too newbie to add URL's. If someone could shed a light on this... Cheers!