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I'll call her Ginger because her real name is quite exotic and would be hard to render in English. She's from China Chongqing and I contacted her in WeChat on April 1st. She speaks almost no English at all so she sends me her messages in Chinese and I use the translate function, she does the same with my English text.
Setting up the date
I get to understand that she's here on a brief visit, staying with a friend. Browsing her wall on WeChat I see that just before she was in Dubai, and even before, in Kuwait. Sort of a Middle East tour. We have a very short, playful rapport building and I quickly propose to meet up, for the same evening. From her pictures I see that she took pictures from the Intercontinental hotel, just a few days back, and it's 5 minutes walk from my flat, so I naturally suggest to meet there. Agreed, for 6pm.
I'm there at 6, she's not, and I wait 6:10 to text a simple "Hello". She answers that she went out with a friend and won't be there. I text "OK, next time. Enjoy!" then write her off as a flaked date.
Surprise, she's back to me at around 9:30 pm. "Sorry that we missed the appointment" "You missed a good time with a handsome man ;-) It's OK we make another appointment". We proceed to setup a date on Sunday evening 7pm instead, same place. And that's another case where staying uber cool, not freaking out, helped the whole thing to become possible eventually. In the next two days we have very intermittent and playful banter, necessarily short because of the language issue.
The date
She texts at 6:40pm that she's already arrived. I'm home and ready to go so I tell her 5 minutes. My goal today is to re-focus on fundamentals and build up tension. I'm clean shaved, well dressed. When we meet I walk in her direction, upward posture, come close, take her hand to shake it and look her in the eyes. "I'm Seppuku". It's our first time meeting, and as always in online dating, it's only when you're on your first date, that you really assess who you got into. She's cute, elegant, thin, but I suspect older that her announced 28. Fine. It's almost 7, I take her to the skybar (the Strata bar, for those who read my reports, one of my favorite spots in Doha). Stunning view of the city from here.
It's the happy hours, I order two glasses of white wine, then order food, sushi platter and dim sum. She speaks literally no English, and me no Chinese, so it's a lot of body language, "speak with the hands". We revert to the chat and translate features in our phone when we cannot manage to understand each other. The mood is good, playful, we have good times in spite of the communication thing. So far I stayed collected, didn't spill up my beans, didn't throw myself at her, and kept a bit of mystery. In one word, build up tension. Food almost finished, game up now. I haven't touched her much so far, just a little contextual touch here and there while chatting. I order her to bring her seat closer to me, she complies, and I start up my touch routine. I touch her hair and ask if she puts color. I take her arm and inspect the henna tattoos that she got a few days back. Time to take a look at the city from the other side of the bar. We stand up, I take her by the hand and lead her, and there is zero resistance. Time for pictures. We're back at our seats and I start the selfie session, have my arm over her shoulder while I take a few pics. She does, too, my right hand on her bare arm, my left hand over her shoulder. After the pictures over I leave my arm hanging around her shoulders, she's touchy as well.
The pull
OK time to go. Earlier I was thinking to take her to another spot, and talked to her about going to see a live band playing. But it's almost 9pm and we have warmed up a lot. We leave the hotel hand in hand and I ask her if she wants to come to my home listen some music. She's OK. It's just a five minutes walk and I can tell she's excited. As always when I change locations, I chat her to keep her mind occupied. We're at my home now.
We have a shot at the view from my living room, and I stay close behind her. Next I bring two glasses of water (we had enough alcohol already) and have her seated in my sofa. I order her to sit closer to me. She does. Now in my arms. I place her hand on my belly and make a comment on my belly fat - I know I don't have a lot, but I disqualify myself purposely, to have her qualifying me "It's OK a little bit only". Now her hands are on me. I venture a kiss, and linger a finger around her face. She's open. "How do they kiss in China?" then go for the kiss, and slowly build up a long kiss. First lips, soft and tender. Then opening mouth slowly. Tongue. She's really into it. I sense her breathing rhythm changing, which is a good sign. My hands are now caressing her bare arm skin. I break the kiss a little (leaving her wanting more), kiss her neck, then back to make out. Then my mistake. Venture my hand on her boob... a bit too early I guess. She suddenly pulls back, like if she awakens. "Time to go home!" I pause a little, then try to get her on the kiss again. She kisses a little, then again asks to go home. OK then.
I'm cool and still smiling, no disappointment shown or so. Keeping the frame, all the time. I drive her back. She's the first to text that she liked our "very romantic dinner".
My take
With verbal communication at the minimum, it was bare attraction. She followed my lead very well. I did a god job in ramping up tension. Smooth pull. But went for her boob a little too soon, which triggered LMR. Would have had a better chance if I had taken more time to get her excited. I'm sure she liked the whole thing anyway. But it's a failed escalation. Nevertheless she got back to me the next day and I floated the idea of a cooking date directly at my place.
Will post an update here if there are further developments with her.
Setting up the date
I get to understand that she's here on a brief visit, staying with a friend. Browsing her wall on WeChat I see that just before she was in Dubai, and even before, in Kuwait. Sort of a Middle East tour. We have a very short, playful rapport building and I quickly propose to meet up, for the same evening. From her pictures I see that she took pictures from the Intercontinental hotel, just a few days back, and it's 5 minutes walk from my flat, so I naturally suggest to meet there. Agreed, for 6pm.
I'm there at 6, she's not, and I wait 6:10 to text a simple "Hello". She answers that she went out with a friend and won't be there. I text "OK, next time. Enjoy!" then write her off as a flaked date.
Surprise, she's back to me at around 9:30 pm. "Sorry that we missed the appointment" "You missed a good time with a handsome man ;-) It's OK we make another appointment". We proceed to setup a date on Sunday evening 7pm instead, same place. And that's another case where staying uber cool, not freaking out, helped the whole thing to become possible eventually. In the next two days we have very intermittent and playful banter, necessarily short because of the language issue.
The date
She texts at 6:40pm that she's already arrived. I'm home and ready to go so I tell her 5 minutes. My goal today is to re-focus on fundamentals and build up tension. I'm clean shaved, well dressed. When we meet I walk in her direction, upward posture, come close, take her hand to shake it and look her in the eyes. "I'm Seppuku". It's our first time meeting, and as always in online dating, it's only when you're on your first date, that you really assess who you got into. She's cute, elegant, thin, but I suspect older that her announced 28. Fine. It's almost 7, I take her to the skybar (the Strata bar, for those who read my reports, one of my favorite spots in Doha). Stunning view of the city from here.
It's the happy hours, I order two glasses of white wine, then order food, sushi platter and dim sum. She speaks literally no English, and me no Chinese, so it's a lot of body language, "speak with the hands". We revert to the chat and translate features in our phone when we cannot manage to understand each other. The mood is good, playful, we have good times in spite of the communication thing. So far I stayed collected, didn't spill up my beans, didn't throw myself at her, and kept a bit of mystery. In one word, build up tension. Food almost finished, game up now. I haven't touched her much so far, just a little contextual touch here and there while chatting. I order her to bring her seat closer to me, she complies, and I start up my touch routine. I touch her hair and ask if she puts color. I take her arm and inspect the henna tattoos that she got a few days back. Time to take a look at the city from the other side of the bar. We stand up, I take her by the hand and lead her, and there is zero resistance. Time for pictures. We're back at our seats and I start the selfie session, have my arm over her shoulder while I take a few pics. She does, too, my right hand on her bare arm, my left hand over her shoulder. After the pictures over I leave my arm hanging around her shoulders, she's touchy as well.
The pull
OK time to go. Earlier I was thinking to take her to another spot, and talked to her about going to see a live band playing. But it's almost 9pm and we have warmed up a lot. We leave the hotel hand in hand and I ask her if she wants to come to my home listen some music. She's OK. It's just a five minutes walk and I can tell she's excited. As always when I change locations, I chat her to keep her mind occupied. We're at my home now.
We have a shot at the view from my living room, and I stay close behind her. Next I bring two glasses of water (we had enough alcohol already) and have her seated in my sofa. I order her to sit closer to me. She does. Now in my arms. I place her hand on my belly and make a comment on my belly fat - I know I don't have a lot, but I disqualify myself purposely, to have her qualifying me "It's OK a little bit only". Now her hands are on me. I venture a kiss, and linger a finger around her face. She's open. "How do they kiss in China?" then go for the kiss, and slowly build up a long kiss. First lips, soft and tender. Then opening mouth slowly. Tongue. She's really into it. I sense her breathing rhythm changing, which is a good sign. My hands are now caressing her bare arm skin. I break the kiss a little (leaving her wanting more), kiss her neck, then back to make out. Then my mistake. Venture my hand on her boob... a bit too early I guess. She suddenly pulls back, like if she awakens. "Time to go home!" I pause a little, then try to get her on the kiss again. She kisses a little, then again asks to go home. OK then.
I'm cool and still smiling, no disappointment shown or so. Keeping the frame, all the time. I drive her back. She's the first to text that she liked our "very romantic dinner".
My take
With verbal communication at the minimum, it was bare attraction. She followed my lead very well. I did a god job in ramping up tension. Smooth pull. But went for her boob a little too soon, which triggered LMR. Would have had a better chance if I had taken more time to get her excited. I'm sure she liked the whole thing anyway. But it's a failed escalation. Nevertheless she got back to me the next day and I floated the idea of a cooking date directly at my place.
Will post an update here if there are further developments with her.
