When you pass all her feminine tests

The date I describe on today’s post happened nearly five years after the events of my last post on the topic. The first positive takeaway is, you definitely *can* teach yourself how to become good at seduction. I did. So can you. This post shows how easy your date becomes when you successfully manage to pass all her feminine tests. If you have never had a beautiful girl politely inviting herself into your bed, read on!

The context: September 2016, Cebu city, one of the major cities of the Philippines, where I was spending a few days of vacations. I had met miss J in one of these dating apps.  I could tell she was likely beautiful – not completely sure because  her main picture was shot from the side, showing her profile, and on her second picture she was shutting her eyes with head faced downward. Her profile was reading “Not into hookups. Looking for friendships”. What follows is a perfect example of what happens when she tests you hard but you pass all her tests smoothly.

Initial text exchange

Our initial text exchange in the dating app went like this:

Me: Hey miss J, how are you? You can call me The Doctor
Her: Hello Doc, nice to meet you
Me: Hello, nice meeting you too. What’s your occupation here in Cebu?
Her: I work for XXXXX
Me: OK, good job I guess
Her: Yeah I guess. Been with them for 6 years, so maybe
Me: Then it’s a good job
Me: You just added this 3rd picture? But still can’t see your eyes (she had colored lenses)
Me: Your first picture makes for an elegant and attractive right side
Her: I’ll take that as a compliment
Her: My eyes are hidden because I like mystery
Me: It is a compliment. Now, you’re building anticipation around seeing your eyes in real
Her: It’s for you to find out
Me: Yes indeed. That can be arranged 🙂

Her usual working hours was from 3pm to midnight. So it was too late for today, and we agreed on meeting the next day at 11:30am, in my usual coffee shop. Later in the afternoon, she added me to Whatsapp, and her profile pic showed her eyes.

Me: Nice eyes 🙂
Her: Thanks
Me: No more mystery now
Her: Cancelled lunch?
Me: There are other mysteries to uncover

So it was still on.

In the morning of next day

Before our due meeting, she started testing me, calling the meeting into question. I just deflected it back to her:

Her: I have intermittent internet connection. If you want to meet me today, contact me on my local number.
Her: (30 minutes later) If you can’t I will understand. Have a great day.
Me: (breaking silence at last) I will be at the coffee shop at 11:30am like we said. If you want to meet me today, just be there. No need for local number
Her: I don’t go to Ayala often. Don’t know where is the place (No kidding! The Ayala center is one of the largest and most popular mall in the city…)
Me: I don’t believe you. It’s OK. Have a nice day!

I had kept the silence after my last text. After an hour or so, she finally broke the deadlock and confirmed she was coming. It definitely paid to call her on her bullshit!

The date

So we actually met around 1pm. She was absolutely beautiful, in a mini skirt, nice smooth legs and sexy lips. But I was in my seducer persona, and I acted not impressed, with a mystery half smile on my face. Upon meeting her, I immediately offered my hand. She accepted it right away and followed my lead, hand in hand – both excellent sign. I was taking her for lunch to a Japanese restaurant.

Her many feminine tests

While we were waiting for the food, she started asking too many questions but not waiting for answers, a sign that she was highly excited by my company. She was touchy and fixed some dirt on my tee shirt. She had sunglasses, and asked why I was staring at her. “I want to see your eyes at last”, and she finally removed the sunglasses.

I started diving into her story, making her talk about herself, and listening to her.  Throughout our conversation, we went through a lot of more tests:

Her: How many girls did you date since Monday? (i.e. since I arrived in Cebu)
Me: Two, plus you, equal three (said with no hesitation or delay, staying congruent with my seducer persona)
Her: Oh so then you’re fucking a different girl every day
Me: Who said about fucking? We said date (leaving her in doubt)
Her: How many wives do you have? (Hahaha! I love it. It’s much better than “do you have a girlfriend”. She assumes I have many. My response is so cocky and enormous and keeps her guessing:)
Me (smiling): Six. One for the Monday, one for the Tuesday, …, one for the Saturday. And on Sunday I rest, like in the Bible.
Her: It’s our first and last date
Me: Yes it is! (smiling, looking into her eyes, confident body language)

Quite masterful! I was sending several messages with these three words:

• “I’m not afraid of losing you and won’t be chasing your ass”
• “I don’t take your bullshit at face value”
• “maybe it’s me who really intends not to see you again.”

Next, I had to sub-communicate some sexuality:

Me: given our text this morning, I assumed this meeting wouldn’t happen. So I didn’t shave.
Her (touching my 2 days beard): It’s alright!
Me: It’s alright, because now we’re just discussing. But if we were closer… (as I was saying that, I approached my face within 1 inch of hers, like right cheek vs right cheek , and letting her imagine the rest…)
Her: (smiling)

Trying to frame me as a “friend”

But now she tried to frame me as “white knight” boyfriend, and when that didn’t work, as “just a friend”. I absolutely had to reject these frames:

Her: I’ve been in a very bad relationship (ex boyfriend, blah blah blah. Here I was expected to jump in and say I would never do this. But instead:)
Me: It’s your expectations hurting you. I have a gradual approach to relationships. Jumping into a committed relationship overnight is a mistake!
Her: Yes, it is. Better to be friends first.
Me: No bullshit. Friendship between a man and woman does not exist. There’s always one wanting to fuck the other!
Her: We can be friends now!
Me: Hahaha. I just told you about it (I turned my body away from her and crossed my arms)

The lunch was over, she asked for pictures together, and we proceeded to a selfie session. We were now in the taxi on the way to her office, where she had to start her duty for the day. At some point, she arranged her bra in a visible manner. A girl drawing your attention to her feminine shapes is a girl who likes you.

Me: Yes, arrange your boobs. You’re going to attract lots of male interest.
Her: (…) I have small boobs. (I love it. She was preparing the ground to have her boobs accepted)

Me: Miss J, the ladyboy of Cebu! (Proceeding to a little bit of teasing!)
Her: (pretending to be upset) You can ask the taxi to drop me here!
Me: Don’t pretend that you’re upset! It’s a joke, and you know it (I forced her hand into mine)

And before leaving the taxi, she briefly kissed me on the mouth.

Later the same night

The timing of the date (lunch just before going to her work) was too short to attempt an invitation in my hotel room right away. So I thought about proposing her a follow-up drink at midnight. However in the evening I didn’t feel well, a little feverish with some cold symptoms, and decided it was a little risky to attempt anything tonight. Better to rest and be in shape for an early coffee with her the next day.

Later on however, after she finished her evening shift, she texted me explaining that she had to stay at the office and sleep there – because it was unsafe to take the public transportation at this time of the night (a taxi was out of budget for her). But there were about 50 people doing the same, it was plenty of smelly feet, and snoring people there :-). So she just sent me this gem:

Her: would you be so kind as to provide me with a bed for tonight?
Me: I have one very large bed here
Her: Sure?
Me: No.
Me (Hahaha! Then after 15 seconds): You need to see first if you like it. (Send her a picture of my king size bed)
Me: I’m not sleeping on the floor
Her: Stop fooling me

The happy conclusion

So she came over to my hotel room. When she was in, I gave her the space she needed, kept a neutral body language, quietly reading some stuff on my tablet while she was changing clothes.

She soon was in underwear, and I really liked what I saw although I was making sure not to show it. Thanks to the paracetamol I’d been taking, I was now much better than earlier, and ready for action.

My music still playing on my macbook, I shut down the lights and we were now both in bed, side by side. She complained she was feeling cold. So I took her hand in mine, pulled her closer to me, her head on my shoulder, and my arms around her.

Next, I was kissing her neck with my hands running over her almost bare body, and I had this *little* moment of doubt. Although she very much looked like a girl, this was no sure proof of anything, especially in Cebu, Philippines. So I pressed my thigh between her legs… and there was no masculine attributes here LOL! She quickly became very horny as I could tell from her loud breathing. She was now stroking my hardness, and asked “can I?” “Yes of course! Please, do!” I said. What followed was a very hot and passionate sex. At around 2am, we finally slept.

Aftermath

She was absolutely beautiful, one of the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had. We spent the following three days together, and it was a lovely time. I finally had to return to the Gulf, where I live and work, and we tried to stay in touch for a little while. But for a fiery nature like hers, long distance doesn’t work. You need a much cooler temper for it to work. So after a month, she became cold and our interaction died off. Quite a pity, because I would have gladly kept her.

I leave this gem for the end: On her own account the next day, she “didn’t expect we would have sex that first night” but “didn’t know my touch would be so erotic”. Ah girls, LOL 🙂

And about her “Not into hookups” on the dating app, that may well be true… But a girl will always do an exception for the right kind of man :-).

Yours,

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