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This started a month ago.
Nothing crazy happened here—from the second meet onwards it was a pretty straightforward seduction. I just found the initial little plot twists interesting. A fresh detour from the usual.
Me: Western European in his 40s, fairly fit, dark blue chinos, not-too-tight white t-shirt, white shoes, black cap worn backwards, light-reactive glasses.
Her: tall, dark-haired mixed Western European, 27, quite traveled and with a company career.
My chosen mode of transport today is a modern tram. Trams are great for daygame: they're fast enough to navigate busy areas efficiently, and slow enough to be able to scan the outside for hotties—all while comfortably seated in an air-conditioned environment. If i feel inspired, i hop off at the next stop, do a couple sets, and hop back on.
But today i'm distracted.
In the vicinity sits a personal 9. She's got great fashion. A great body. Very pretty face. She's looking outside and slightly smiling to herself, seemingly raptured in pleasant thoughts.
I have a hunch—a hunch that something good is possible.
After totally ignoring each other for most of the ride, We Just So Happen™ to hop off at the same stop and walk a few meters towards a crossroads. That's the point of no return, the make-or-break moment—that's where the magic happens:
I take my sweet time to deliver this. I really feel it and i want her to notice. Indeed, the anticipation building in her eyes, her facial muscles slowly drafting a smile, gives me pleasure already. When the compliment hits, a full beaming smile appears on her face, releasing all that tension inside.
She's really nice and warm and thanks me profusely. We quickly transition to some chit-chat—usual stuff like where you're from, what you do, etc. Building a basic social frame i guess. I find out she's got relatives from my country and we switch to my language.
Anyway, we're both in a hurry and i seed a coffee one of these days. "Sure! Take my number."
As she's typing her digits into my phone, she tests me with the classic:
I usually have a couple of one-liners ready—such as "only with stylish girls such as yourself!". But i'm a bit in my head and fumble a semi-defensive answer:
She mumbles a "mmm ok" as she saves her number in my phone, moments before hugging me and rushing away to a meeting.
Did my fumbling just cost me a bunch of points with this girl?
Oof. Either she mistyped or she gave me a random number on purpose. Oh well. I'm ready to archive the whole thing away in my mind, but not before breaking ice with an SMS, just to maintain proper form.
As soon as i hit send, tho, i notice she saved her number under her full name. Odd—girls usually don't give me their full name, nor do i ask. I take it as an additional sign of interest, as a quick search reveals her LinkedIn profile.
What should i do now? Should i reach out on LinkedIn? Seems a bit stalkerish and off-tone for a professional networking platform, plus i'm not too wild about sharing my full name and job situation with a potential psycho.
I'm not sure on what to do, so i let it sit and go meet my buddies.
Next morning, i decide that yes, since i got no response to my SMS, the only option that's left is to play the LinkedIn card, and i play it with a short, non-needy message:
A few hours later i get an SMS:
Ok, so the number was real. Maybe it's her work number?
But she has a boyfriend, and she's inviting me to, what, like a showdown?
Lol...
Hmm...
Honestly i'm half-tempted to go, just for the fun of it.
...
Actually nah, forget it. Would waste my time and i don't wanna play by her rules.
My hunch that something good's possible is still there, so i text this:
With this text i want to imply an acknowledgment of how difficult serious LDRs are, in a way that she could feel understood.
But i also want to gently reject her terms, show willingness to walk away, and give her my terms. Like, i won't pursue you if you're in a serious, committed relationship—and forget about me coming over there to meet you and your man under the conditions you set. However i do keep the door open to a social circle situation if y'all wanna come over to my city, enjoy the breath-taking lake view it offers, and see me play volley with my gang. A much better frame.
Anyway, this text elicits no answer from her. Not that i expected any. Sunday will come and we will see.
And guess what—sunday does come, just like every other sunday, but unfortunately i can't go play volley due to a knee injury.
I'll never know if they came or not.
Frankly, it doesn't matter.
I moved on.
That initial hunch of mine had never left me.
Can't say my insticts work that well all the time, but suddenly i get a WA from her on monday last week—she suggests we grab an after-lunch coffee in my city on friday.
We have a very short back and forth, where i call her again by her job title and tease her a bit on her zodiac sign before agreeing to her proposal. She's all smilies and heart emojis, so friday seems locked.
A day before (thu) i text her, asking her how the previous days have been treating her and proposing two options for tomorrow: if she has time, we can go grab a coffee at the station and go sit at the lake; if not, we can just do a quick coffee not far from where she works at. She agrees to the coffee-at-the-lake idea and sends me a one-view picture of some flowers and, among other things, her reflection in a small mirror. I text, "interesting how much you can learn about somebody with just one pic". She texts back, "curious to hear what you learned from that picture
see you tomorrow!"
Come friday, i text her again 1h before our meet, just to confirm that i'll be there on time.
She looks great and has a stunning smile—definitely my type. We grab a takeaway coffee and move towards the lake.
On the way it's mostly light convo—any siblings, where are you from exactly, have you lived abroad, you've been here long, where are your parents from, my age, her age, etc. She just turned 27, she moved into the country 3 months ago, and she's an interesting character, with a peculiar and very international personal history. Touching her arms at high-points and leading her through the city with a hand on the small of her back are always winner moves.
We sit on a bench—the lake and mountains as our witnesses. Things shift.
We now talk about open relationships (she's in one with her bf from abroad), sex, connection, same-sex experiences (she's bi). She tells me that when she first saw me she thought i was gay lol. First time i hear this. "Why?". "You're very stylish, and stylish men are often gay". (What's so stylish about dark blue chinos and a white t-shirt?...) Then she reframes it: "Well, men from your country are stylish regardless."
It's definitely on. I've been touching her, moving closer and then adding distance, keeping strong eye contact, and staying on SOTs most of the time while fractionating occasionally. She smiles, looks at me, points her legs towards me—she's comfortable with all i'm doing.
At some point, she hits me again with the "Do you often meet girls on the street?" test. My reply:
That quiet smile from her is all that's left before we change topic.
We're maybe half an hour in when i notice that our eye contact intensifies and her body turns more and and more towards me. I love when things get more quiet and intimate.
Then, silence. Basking in the tension. I'm looking in the distance, then i turn towards her and she's looking at me—a clear window for the kiss.
...and before she has a chance to answer, i move in for the kiss. No resistance from her—quite the contrary.
So that's how we spend the next 10-15 minutes: talking, touching each other, making out briefly, back talking again, softly biting each other's necks, etc. I've got a pile of concrete between my legs, but i don't wanna take things too far, so i pull a time-constraint and we walk back towards the station.
As we walk, she asks when we'll meet next. I'm like, "i wanna see you next week", then i recall i'll be in London. "Ah no wait... hmm... what do you do tomorrow?", checking the calendar on my phone. She's seeing her brother, but is free after. "Cool, then we meet here tomorrow."
Closing in on the station, and mid-convo about zodiac signs and psychology, i suddenly push her into a wall and grab her head gently, causing us to melt into a make-out, my body pushing against hers. Then i pull back, take her hand and lead her across a busy street. Moments later, one last kiss goodbye.
Cool gal. And a good kisser.
Fast-forward a few hours, we meet at the track at ~6pm.
I tour her around the old city, we sit at the lake, drink wine, kiss, touch each other, and talk about threesomes and foursomes, monogamy and non-monogamy, public sex and other good stuff. Then we go home and we don't talk much before making the bed creak loudly through multiple rounds. Neither of us comes (she can't with a new guy), but still a great time. Absolutely gorgeous woman.
In the afterglow, i caress and massage her toned body. She melts under my hands and tells me she "feels like a cat". I'm like "that's what you are."
Come 9:30pm, i tell her to text me when she's home and see her off at the train station. Later, she texts me kisses and thanks me for the evening.
Going the LinkedIn route and sharing my full name and job situation was probably a mistake as well. In the moment i felt i had no other choice, and tbf my profile might have strengthened my frame and perhaps let me DHV a bit. Still, i should have waited at least 1-2 more days before going this route.
As always, keeping a non-judgemental frame was key here. This girl is pretty open, sexually experienced and aware of the inner workings of the secret society. Just like another girl i know—that's why we clicked so well on so many things.
Nothing crazy happened here—from the second meet onwards it was a pretty straightforward seduction. I just found the initial little plot twists interesting. A fresh detour from the usual.
Me: Western European in his 40s, fairly fit, dark blue chinos, not-too-tight white t-shirt, white shoes, black cap worn backwards, light-reactive glasses.
Her: tall, dark-haired mixed Western European, 27, quite traveled and with a company career.
OPENING
It's a warm and sunny late summer evening. The city is bustling with people, and i'm on my way to meet some pals for dinner.My chosen mode of transport today is a modern tram. Trams are great for daygame: they're fast enough to navigate busy areas efficiently, and slow enough to be able to scan the outside for hotties—all while comfortably seated in an air-conditioned environment. If i feel inspired, i hop off at the next stop, do a couple sets, and hop back on.
But today i'm distracted.
In the vicinity sits a personal 9. She's got great fashion. A great body. Very pretty face. She's looking outside and slightly smiling to herself, seemingly raptured in pleasant thoughts.
I have a hunch—a hunch that something good is possible.
After totally ignoring each other for most of the ride, We Just So Happen™ to hop off at the same stop and walk a few meters towards a crossroads. That's the point of no return, the make-or-break moment—that's where the magic happens:
I take my sweet time to deliver this. I really feel it and i want her to notice. Indeed, the anticipation building in her eyes, her facial muscles slowly drafting a smile, gives me pleasure already. When the compliment hits, a full beaming smile appears on her face, releasing all that tension inside.
She's really nice and warm and thanks me profusely. We quickly transition to some chit-chat—usual stuff like where you're from, what you do, etc. Building a basic social frame i guess. I find out she's got relatives from my country and we switch to my language.
Anyway, we're both in a hurry and i seed a coffee one of these days. "Sure! Take my number."
As she's typing her digits into my phone, she tests me with the classic:
I usually have a couple of one-liners ready—such as "only with stylish girls such as yourself!". But i'm a bit in my head and fumble a semi-defensive answer:
She mumbles a "mmm ok" as she saves her number in my phone, moments before hugging me and rushing away to a meeting.
Did my fumbling just cost me a bunch of points with this girl?
TEXTING AND SILENCE
I immediately look her profile up—but to my mild disappointment i get a virtual middle finger in return:Oof. Either she mistyped or she gave me a random number on purpose. Oh well. I'm ready to archive the whole thing away in my mind, but not before breaking ice with an SMS, just to maintain proper form.
As soon as i hit send, tho, i notice she saved her number under her full name. Odd—girls usually don't give me their full name, nor do i ask. I take it as an additional sign of interest, as a quick search reveals her LinkedIn profile.
What should i do now? Should i reach out on LinkedIn? Seems a bit stalkerish and off-tone for a professional networking platform, plus i'm not too wild about sharing my full name and job situation with a potential psycho.
I'm not sure on what to do, so i let it sit and go meet my buddies.
Next morning, i decide that yes, since i got no response to my SMS, the only option that's left is to play the LinkedIn card, and i play it with a short, non-needy message:
A few hours later i get an SMS:
Hi Higher, sorry i've been quite busy. I saw your linkedin message
Anyway i wanted to tell you that i have a bf. He's flying over for the weekend. If you want we could go drink something on the weekend!
Ok, so the number was real. Maybe it's her work number?
But she has a boyfriend, and she's inviting me to, what, like a showdown?
Lol...
Hmm...
Honestly i'm half-tempted to go, just for the fun of it.
...
Actually nah, forget it. Would waste my time and i don't wanna play by her rules.
My hunch that something good's possible is still there, so i text this:
With this text i want to imply an acknowledgment of how difficult serious LDRs are, in a way that she could feel understood.
But i also want to gently reject her terms, show willingness to walk away, and give her my terms. Like, i won't pursue you if you're in a serious, committed relationship—and forget about me coming over there to meet you and your man under the conditions you set. However i do keep the door open to a social circle situation if y'all wanna come over to my city, enjoy the breath-taking lake view it offers, and see me play volley with my gang. A much better frame.
Anyway, this text elicits no answer from her. Not that i expected any. Sunday will come and we will see.
And guess what—sunday does come, just like every other sunday, but unfortunately i can't go play volley due to a knee injury.
I'll never know if they came or not.
Frankly, it doesn't matter.
I moved on.
TEXTING RESUMES
In the month of radio-silence that follows, a memory of her pops in my awareness every now and then.That initial hunch of mine had never left me.
Can't say my insticts work that well all the time, but suddenly i get a WA from her on monday last week—she suggests we grab an after-lunch coffee in my city on friday.
We have a very short back and forth, where i call her again by her job title and tease her a bit on her zodiac sign before agreeing to her proposal. She's all smilies and heart emojis, so friday seems locked.
A day before (thu) i text her, asking her how the previous days have been treating her and proposing two options for tomorrow: if she has time, we can go grab a coffee at the station and go sit at the lake; if not, we can just do a quick coffee not far from where she works at. She agrees to the coffee-at-the-lake idea and sends me a one-view picture of some flowers and, among other things, her reflection in a small mirror. I text, "interesting how much you can learn about somebody with just one pic". She texts back, "curious to hear what you learned from that picture
see you tomorrow!"Come friday, i text her again 1h before our meet, just to confirm that i'll be there on time.
SECOND MEET
So we meet at the place we agreed. Cheek kisses. I'm wearing dark blue chinos again, a blue-white-striped shirt with the top two buttons undone, a leather bracelet, white-green shoes.She looks great and has a stunning smile—definitely my type. We grab a takeaway coffee and move towards the lake.
On the way it's mostly light convo—any siblings, where are you from exactly, have you lived abroad, you've been here long, where are your parents from, my age, her age, etc. She just turned 27, she moved into the country 3 months ago, and she's an interesting character, with a peculiar and very international personal history. Touching her arms at high-points and leading her through the city with a hand on the small of her back are always winner moves.
We sit on a bench—the lake and mountains as our witnesses. Things shift.
We now talk about open relationships (she's in one with her bf from abroad), sex, connection, same-sex experiences (she's bi). She tells me that when she first saw me she thought i was gay lol. First time i hear this. "Why?". "You're very stylish, and stylish men are often gay". (What's so stylish about dark blue chinos and a white t-shirt?...) Then she reframes it: "Well, men from your country are stylish regardless."
It's definitely on. I've been touching her, moving closer and then adding distance, keeping strong eye contact, and staying on SOTs most of the time while fractionating occasionally. She smiles, looks at me, points her legs towards me—she's comfortable with all i'm doing.
At some point, she hits me again with the "Do you often meet girls on the street?" test. My reply:
That quiet smile from her is all that's left before we change topic.
We're maybe half an hour in when i notice that our eye contact intensifies and her body turns more and and more towards me. I love when things get more quiet and intimate.
Then, silence. Basking in the tension. I'm looking in the distance, then i turn towards her and she's looking at me—a clear window for the kiss.
...and before she has a chance to answer, i move in for the kiss. No resistance from her—quite the contrary.
So that's how we spend the next 10-15 minutes: talking, touching each other, making out briefly, back talking again, softly biting each other's necks, etc. I've got a pile of concrete between my legs, but i don't wanna take things too far, so i pull a time-constraint and we walk back towards the station.
As we walk, she asks when we'll meet next. I'm like, "i wanna see you next week", then i recall i'll be in London. "Ah no wait... hmm... what do you do tomorrow?", checking the calendar on my phone. She's seeing her brother, but is free after. "Cool, then we meet here tomorrow."
Closing in on the station, and mid-convo about zodiac signs and psychology, i suddenly push her into a wall and grab her head gently, causing us to melt into a make-out, my body pushing against hers. Then i pull back, take her hand and lead her across a busy street. Moments later, one last kiss goodbye.
Cool gal. And a good kisser.
THIRD MEET
She texts me the next morning:Her: Hi! I can be in your city at 5-6pm. Would that work for you?
Me: Good morning
I was just about to text you
Before 6pm it's perfect, so that we'd have time to watch the sunset
Lemme know which train you take, i'll be waiting for you at the station
Fast-forward a few hours, we meet at the track at ~6pm.
I tour her around the old city, we sit at the lake, drink wine, kiss, touch each other, and talk about threesomes and foursomes, monogamy and non-monogamy, public sex and other good stuff. Then we go home and we don't talk much before making the bed creak loudly through multiple rounds. Neither of us comes (she can't with a new guy), but still a great time. Absolutely gorgeous woman.
In the afterglow, i caress and massage her toned body. She melts under my hands and tells me she "feels like a cat". I'm like "that's what you are."
Come 9:30pm, i tell her to text me when she's home and see her off at the train station. Later, she texts me kisses and thanks me for the evening.
TAKEAWAYS
When we first met we were both in a rush and i let her input her digits in my phone. Better scan her WA QR code as i usually do.Going the LinkedIn route and sharing my full name and job situation was probably a mistake as well. In the moment i felt i had no other choice, and tbf my profile might have strengthened my frame and perhaps let me DHV a bit. Still, i should have waited at least 1-2 more days before going this route.
As always, keeping a non-judgemental frame was key here. This girl is pretty open, sexually experienced and aware of the inner workings of the secret society. Just like another girl i know—that's why we clicked so well on so many things.
