Post by K527 on Jan 19, 2020 22:57:12 GMT
(this is a Tinder date girl, you can find the report from the Day 1 here under the “Teacher Fantasies: L.” thread)
I suddenly woke up when the train stopped in Tiburtina, the last stop before my destination: Rome. I tried to quickly recall our first date and our messages, but the those damn Black Russians made all the memories a bit hazy. It was worth it though: a nice night out with friends and an old FB of my early 20s. “I have to remember to call the blonde bartender” I told myself, when I jumped off the train a few minutes later. L. was there, waiting, a tall skinny brunette, a cute smile in stark contrast with her pitch black clothing; by looking at her you would have never guessed she was a part-time teacher. She walked to me, opening her arms for a hug, when I grabbed her thin waist and kissed her: if I wanted to lay her that night, I had to start with the right vibe, and escalate properly. She seemed pleasantly surprised, but from her body language I could still sense a lot of lingering tension.
We went straight to my B&B for the check in, on one side because I wanted to leave my luggage there as soon as possible, the other so she could see the place with her own eyes and be less stressed later when (I hoped) I would have brought her to my room.
We jumped on the metro for our first destination for the day, and Escape Room. I never did those things, while she was instead a huge fan. I found very important to set dates for mundane, interesting or funny activities to do together, on one hand it’s always nice to have new life experiences no matter what the outcome with the girl would be, on the other because it takes a lot of pressure off the girl compared to “traditional” dates as dinners, movies or coffee together. She was a bit worried when the owner told us that the pirate-themed room we choose was actually the newest and most difficult they had, but I reassured her we would have had a lot of fun, and that with a smart girl as my side I was sure to solve it in time. It’s always important to lead and reassure the girl, make her comfortable, especially in these small things. Despite the difficulty, we actually managed to solve all the riddles in time, and she seemed so pleased by it! When we took our victory picture together dressed as pirates, I smiled at her saying “You know, I wasn’t sure of it, but we actually make a good team”. I believed that, she’s a damn smart girl, and I also knew that saying that would have made her a bit less fearful of the fact that I might just wanted to nail her and disappear. It’s always useful to drop this tiny bits to reassure her subconscious mind that you’re there for sex, but you’re gonna “stick around” also after.
We passed the next few hours that separated us from dinner time by walking around the old Rome city center, walking by dim-light alleys and ancient ruins, stopping here and there for a sweet in some of the many bakeries around. I was clearly in the middle of C2, the longest and most important part of comfort building, and I had to do achieve a few things before moving into Seduction later.
Time passed smoothly and happily, with us laughing and walking on the cobblestone alleys of Rome, sharing pastries and stories, while slowly her tension was melting away: she was smiling more, giggling more, her every kiss felt more joyful and passionate than the one before. Every piece was falling in place, and every time she pointed out her shyness to kiss in public my kisses became every time more passionate. Looking at it, I would advise you not to follow my steps, to calibrate, to perform a proper push-pull technique in order to appear as “the prize” and let her chase you…but when I feel the playful vibe of attraction I loose myself in it, the feel of happiness and fullness of the moment is too precious to waste it on overthinking. It’s a mistake, but after all the one who makes no mistakes makes nothing.
We had just finished our dinner in a Japanese restaurant found on the way, and we moved into a pub to take a couple of beers while waiting for a punk-rock concert we wanted to attend. Everything was going smoothly, I just needed to make her feel more at ease with me, to let her open herself a bit more, to strengthen our bond…I wanted to know her more, to know her better, to see what was hiding behind her dark and cold façade. Time was not on my side, so I had to stack up a couple of old routines: the first was my personal favorite Travel Bag Routine (you can find details here under the “A slow game: days with E.” post), then it was time for “The Question Game” that I found in my old Mystery Method notes.
I suddenly woke up when the train stopped in Tiburtina, the last stop before my destination: Rome. I tried to quickly recall our first date and our messages, but the those damn Black Russians made all the memories a bit hazy. It was worth it though: a nice night out with friends and an old FB of my early 20s. “I have to remember to call the blonde bartender” I told myself, when I jumped off the train a few minutes later. L. was there, waiting, a tall skinny brunette, a cute smile in stark contrast with her pitch black clothing; by looking at her you would have never guessed she was a part-time teacher. She walked to me, opening her arms for a hug, when I grabbed her thin waist and kissed her: if I wanted to lay her that night, I had to start with the right vibe, and escalate properly. She seemed pleasantly surprised, but from her body language I could still sense a lot of lingering tension.
We went straight to my B&B for the check in, on one side because I wanted to leave my luggage there as soon as possible, the other so she could see the place with her own eyes and be less stressed later when (I hoped) I would have brought her to my room.
We jumped on the metro for our first destination for the day, and Escape Room. I never did those things, while she was instead a huge fan. I found very important to set dates for mundane, interesting or funny activities to do together, on one hand it’s always nice to have new life experiences no matter what the outcome with the girl would be, on the other because it takes a lot of pressure off the girl compared to “traditional” dates as dinners, movies or coffee together. She was a bit worried when the owner told us that the pirate-themed room we choose was actually the newest and most difficult they had, but I reassured her we would have had a lot of fun, and that with a smart girl as my side I was sure to solve it in time. It’s always important to lead and reassure the girl, make her comfortable, especially in these small things. Despite the difficulty, we actually managed to solve all the riddles in time, and she seemed so pleased by it! When we took our victory picture together dressed as pirates, I smiled at her saying “You know, I wasn’t sure of it, but we actually make a good team”. I believed that, she’s a damn smart girl, and I also knew that saying that would have made her a bit less fearful of the fact that I might just wanted to nail her and disappear. It’s always useful to drop this tiny bits to reassure her subconscious mind that you’re there for sex, but you’re gonna “stick around” also after.
We passed the next few hours that separated us from dinner time by walking around the old Rome city center, walking by dim-light alleys and ancient ruins, stopping here and there for a sweet in some of the many bakeries around. I was clearly in the middle of C2, the longest and most important part of comfort building, and I had to do achieve a few things before moving into Seduction later.
- Sexual tension – I wanted her, plain as that. I was attracted to her, she was attracted to me, and I had absolutely no intention to either enter the Friendzone, or drag the thing along many dates. Displaying sexual interest was mandatory, but I had to do it properly in order not to appear a creepy maniac or a desperate thirsty for pussy.
- Safety – As most of the control-oriented and aggressive looking girls, she was just a shy and fragile cutie who needed a lot of time and attention before “opening up” to guys. I didn’t had time, so I had to “compress” the time needed. Leading, caring about her, many venue changes were needed.
- Acceptance – Last time I saw her she was very uptight, especially regarding food, even if she told me about her passion about food, cooking and especially sweets, she barley eaten anything. Now, given her slim figure, that seemed normal, but I wanted her to feel safe, familiar and accepted with me, and food is an excellent thing to do that with skinny ones
- Undermine LMR – For those who are new to the term, LMR stands for Last-Minute Resistance. It’s the point of no return before sex, every girl has her own, and it’s often a freak-out moment for a various amount of reasons. I’ll write more on the topic in the following weeks, but basically if you hope to deal with it just before sex you’re fighting an uphill battle. The best way, in my experience, has always been to undermine it since A3, by embedding through actions and words some specific things: 1) You’re attracted by her not by the looks, but for some part of her personality 2) You’re attracted to her specifically 3) She has invested in you, she has chased you 4) You’re going to stick around (if it’s a date game of course, not a ONS or a Fool’s Mate)
Time passed smoothly and happily, with us laughing and walking on the cobblestone alleys of Rome, sharing pastries and stories, while slowly her tension was melting away: she was smiling more, giggling more, her every kiss felt more joyful and passionate than the one before. Every piece was falling in place, and every time she pointed out her shyness to kiss in public my kisses became every time more passionate. Looking at it, I would advise you not to follow my steps, to calibrate, to perform a proper push-pull technique in order to appear as “the prize” and let her chase you…but when I feel the playful vibe of attraction I loose myself in it, the feel of happiness and fullness of the moment is too precious to waste it on overthinking. It’s a mistake, but after all the one who makes no mistakes makes nothing.
We had just finished our dinner in a Japanese restaurant found on the way, and we moved into a pub to take a couple of beers while waiting for a punk-rock concert we wanted to attend. Everything was going smoothly, I just needed to make her feel more at ease with me, to let her open herself a bit more, to strengthen our bond…I wanted to know her more, to know her better, to see what was hiding behind her dark and cold façade. Time was not on my side, so I had to stack up a couple of old routines: the first was my personal favorite Travel Bag Routine (you can find details here under the “A slow game: days with E.” post), then it was time for “The Question Game” that I found in my old Mystery Method notes.
The Question Game
K.: “We’re gonna play a game, it’s called The Question Game! The first rule of The Question Game is to never ask boring questions: nothing like ‘what your favorite color’ or ‘do you have a brother or sister’, you can Google me to find out these things. The second rule is never ask a question that has been asked to you. Third rule is….hm…I’m making them up as I go, so I will say: you start! How may boyfriends did you had?”
K.: “We’re gonna play a game, it’s called The Question Game! The first rule of The Question Game is to never ask boring questions: nothing like ‘what your favorite color’ or ‘do you have a brother or sister’, you can Google me to find out these things. The second rule is never ask a question that has been asked to you. Third rule is….hm…I’m making them up as I go, so I will say: you start! How may boyfriends did you had?”
It worked perfectly. Our questions stacked one on top of the other, swinging like a pendulum between the topics of sex and personal feelings, comfort and trust were building up while we shared our stories, and the sexual tension was still perfectly on. Her shyness was gone, and we were making out in the middle of the pub between one question and the other, until we realized it was 2am. We completely forgot about the concert, and we didn't care. We took the metro and walked hand in hand to my place.
There wasn’t any need for excuses to take her there, no lies to cover up the evident desire we had for each other, no words to say when we entered my room kissing and undressing ourselves.
There was calm when we took our underwear off, there was gentleness when we tasted our skins, there was complicity when we started exploring our bodies.