FR+: 11 April 2017: Melbourne, Australia.
I matched with Tracey on Tinder. She was from Vietnam, and cute and curvy.
We met up at a central train station. She called me on the phone because she couldn’t find me. She was wearing a black dress and a denim jacket. She looked cute.
I was sporting a red/black striped jumper under a denim jacket. My top of my hair was tied up, and I let the rest of the sides and back drape naturally. It was a bit more of a feminine style, but I was really digging it. I had on black ripped jeans and brown boots.
Upon our meet, I went for a cheek-cheek kiss, but we ended up hugging as well, is a bit of an awkward hug/cheek kiss hybrid, but it cute.
I suggested grabbing coffee and was touching her here and there on her arm. I picked us a café and grabbed us a table in a pretty secluded spot.
I deep dived her about her studies, work, desires to travel, her hobbies, and what she enjoyed doing. I wanted to find out more about her, and I kept the spotlight focussed on her. Her eyes kinda darted around a little bit. My eye contact was strong yet gentle, with warm eyes. I averted eye contact when things when she looked away for long periods of time.
I was generous with my touch and confident with it as well. She mentioned that she played piano and I used this as an excuse to inspect and caress her hands. She had her hands across the table, and about 10 minutes into our conversation I put my hand on top of hers and held onto them. I was really slow and sweet with it, and she picked up on this. At one point she told me that I was really gentle. I continued to caress hands from across the table which felt so good. I haven’t been intimate with a woman for about a month now at that point, and simple just touching her hand gave me a raging uncontrollable boner. It was awesome.
I sprinkled in some chase frames. “What do you like to do for fun? Other than having coffee with me?” and “I really like your style. Thanks for dressing up for me!” I know that I use chase-frames frequently to the point of impersonal vapidity. Yet I found it a good way to compliment and off-set some of the chasing and neediness (and sometimes awkwardness) of dishing out compliments.
I scoped her for logistics, and she had to be somewhere in less than 2 hours. I was planning to pull to her place initially, but today was not the day for it.
I figured I’d lead her to a secluded bench near the river and escalate there.
We walked towards the river, but she had her hands in her pocket, so I couldn’t hold on to it. The tension between us from the lack of touch was there. I eventually enquired, “Is your hand cold? Here, hold on to mine.” The uncomfortable tension was dissipated and things felt warm and comfortable.
We sat down on the bench and I deep dived her about her family back in Vietnam, and how she missed her family. I focused on keeping the mood light, and baiting compliments, because this gave me an excellent excuse to reward her with a kiss. She did end up complimenting me and I gave her a warm smooch on the cheek.
We continued connecting and talking about other stuff. At one point, I told her that she was a sweet girl and asked her what she thought about me. She said that I was friendly, nice, and gentle… neither of those which were the compliments I wanted to reward, so I didn’t kiss her immediately. But I did end up pecking her cheek.
Sometime later, I just really wanted to kiss her. She smiled after I said something amusing, and I told her that she had a very pretty smile. “Thank you,” she said. “Yeah. I like it.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek and pecked her lips, and withdrew. She was wearing dark red lipstick and I complimented her on the colour. I enquired about what other colours that she liked, and she proceeded to tell me. “Yeah, I like the colour you have on now. It’s pretty.” I leaned in and kissed her again, this time a little longer. I was a little hesitant on tongue her, because she was coughing a bit, and recovering from a cold, so I was happy to peck her lips.
She then suggested heading back to the train station because she had to leave for work soon and it was really cold by the river. We headed back towards the station. I really wanted to kiss her some more, but we were walking away from the secluded river bench. I told her that I wanted to hear her sing (she told me she was a singer), so I pulled her aside and got her to sing me a Vietnamese song. She had a great voice and I was happy to reward her with a kiss. She asked me to sing for her too, and I sung Dream A Little Dream Of Me. She told me that I had a really nice voice – cue some more kissing.
I walked her to the station, and kissed her goodbye. It was a nice date.
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Finishing thoughts:
I’m happy with how the date went out. I was focus on being more “myself” and wanted to seem more natural. In retrospect, I think that my interactions with girls I go on date with seem genuine. I feel like I’m living in the moment and the words that are coming out of my mouth just part of who I am. Naturally I’ve got a really sweet personality when I’m flirting with girls. I enjoy being sweet, and even a little bit cute. I like being sweet, because it has a little bit of a feminine flair, we I think is a nice contrast between my masculine traits. I am very attracted to feminine girls, and I enjoy seeing them being enchanted by my sweetness, and silky personality.
Anyway, I’ve been out of the game for a while now, because I’ve been busy with my masters and less focused on dating. I’m glad that my confidence around demonstrating intent with girls I go on dates with has still persisted. This is what got me over my sticking point in mid-2016.
I think Tracey thought that I was a cute and sweet dude. She was already attracted to me from the get-go, and my leadership is what propelled our relationship onwards.
Anyway, this confidence with demonstrating my sexual intent is what is lacking my day to day life with women I’m attracted to. I find it hard to demonstrate my interest, and find the intermediate between platonic ground, and showing clear intent. This is something that I’m striving to work toward.
It feels good to be dating again.
I matched with Tracey on Tinder. She was from Vietnam, and cute and curvy.
We met up at a central train station. She called me on the phone because she couldn’t find me. She was wearing a black dress and a denim jacket. She looked cute.
I was sporting a red/black striped jumper under a denim jacket. My top of my hair was tied up, and I let the rest of the sides and back drape naturally. It was a bit more of a feminine style, but I was really digging it. I had on black ripped jeans and brown boots.
Upon our meet, I went for a cheek-cheek kiss, but we ended up hugging as well, is a bit of an awkward hug/cheek kiss hybrid, but it cute.
I suggested grabbing coffee and was touching her here and there on her arm. I picked us a café and grabbed us a table in a pretty secluded spot.
I deep dived her about her studies, work, desires to travel, her hobbies, and what she enjoyed doing. I wanted to find out more about her, and I kept the spotlight focussed on her. Her eyes kinda darted around a little bit. My eye contact was strong yet gentle, with warm eyes. I averted eye contact when things when she looked away for long periods of time.
I was generous with my touch and confident with it as well. She mentioned that she played piano and I used this as an excuse to inspect and caress her hands. She had her hands across the table, and about 10 minutes into our conversation I put my hand on top of hers and held onto them. I was really slow and sweet with it, and she picked up on this. At one point she told me that I was really gentle. I continued to caress hands from across the table which felt so good. I haven’t been intimate with a woman for about a month now at that point, and simple just touching her hand gave me a raging uncontrollable boner. It was awesome.
I sprinkled in some chase frames. “What do you like to do for fun? Other than having coffee with me?” and “I really like your style. Thanks for dressing up for me!” I know that I use chase-frames frequently to the point of impersonal vapidity. Yet I found it a good way to compliment and off-set some of the chasing and neediness (and sometimes awkwardness) of dishing out compliments.
I scoped her for logistics, and she had to be somewhere in less than 2 hours. I was planning to pull to her place initially, but today was not the day for it.
I figured I’d lead her to a secluded bench near the river and escalate there.
We walked towards the river, but she had her hands in her pocket, so I couldn’t hold on to it. The tension between us from the lack of touch was there. I eventually enquired, “Is your hand cold? Here, hold on to mine.” The uncomfortable tension was dissipated and things felt warm and comfortable.
We sat down on the bench and I deep dived her about her family back in Vietnam, and how she missed her family. I focused on keeping the mood light, and baiting compliments, because this gave me an excellent excuse to reward her with a kiss. She did end up complimenting me and I gave her a warm smooch on the cheek.
We continued connecting and talking about other stuff. At one point, I told her that she was a sweet girl and asked her what she thought about me. She said that I was friendly, nice, and gentle… neither of those which were the compliments I wanted to reward, so I didn’t kiss her immediately. But I did end up pecking her cheek.
Sometime later, I just really wanted to kiss her. She smiled after I said something amusing, and I told her that she had a very pretty smile. “Thank you,” she said. “Yeah. I like it.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek and pecked her lips, and withdrew. She was wearing dark red lipstick and I complimented her on the colour. I enquired about what other colours that she liked, and she proceeded to tell me. “Yeah, I like the colour you have on now. It’s pretty.” I leaned in and kissed her again, this time a little longer. I was a little hesitant on tongue her, because she was coughing a bit, and recovering from a cold, so I was happy to peck her lips.
She then suggested heading back to the train station because she had to leave for work soon and it was really cold by the river. We headed back towards the station. I really wanted to kiss her some more, but we were walking away from the secluded river bench. I told her that I wanted to hear her sing (she told me she was a singer), so I pulled her aside and got her to sing me a Vietnamese song. She had a great voice and I was happy to reward her with a kiss. She asked me to sing for her too, and I sung Dream A Little Dream Of Me. She told me that I had a really nice voice – cue some more kissing.
I walked her to the station, and kissed her goodbye. It was a nice date.
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Finishing thoughts:
I’m happy with how the date went out. I was focus on being more “myself” and wanted to seem more natural. In retrospect, I think that my interactions with girls I go on date with seem genuine. I feel like I’m living in the moment and the words that are coming out of my mouth just part of who I am. Naturally I’ve got a really sweet personality when I’m flirting with girls. I enjoy being sweet, and even a little bit cute. I like being sweet, because it has a little bit of a feminine flair, we I think is a nice contrast between my masculine traits. I am very attracted to feminine girls, and I enjoy seeing them being enchanted by my sweetness, and silky personality.
Anyway, I’ve been out of the game for a while now, because I’ve been busy with my masters and less focused on dating. I’m glad that my confidence around demonstrating intent with girls I go on dates with has still persisted. This is what got me over my sticking point in mid-2016.
I think Tracey thought that I was a cute and sweet dude. She was already attracted to me from the get-go, and my leadership is what propelled our relationship onwards.
Anyway, this confidence with demonstrating my sexual intent is what is lacking my day to day life with women I’m attracted to. I find it hard to demonstrate my interest, and find the intermediate between platonic ground, and showing clear intent. This is something that I’m striving to work toward.
It feels good to be dating again.
