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Sorry I didn't make it clear enough - your comments help me see just how much important stuff I left out. I think she didn't go with me mostly because she doesn't want to think of herself as that kind of woman. At least not on the first date, you know? I think there are lots of women like that, or at least who like to tell themselves that they are like that.
As for being a single mother, well, her daughter is 20. So that's not the issue. And, I told her in advance that I wasn't leaving my marriage or anything.
One thing that may oddly have been an issue, at least at one point during the earlier portion of the conversation, was the fact that my wife is Japanese. I'd never said anything one way or another, but when she asked me and I told her, it seemed to bother her more than a little. She said that she had assumed my wife was American. Perhaps she didn't like the idea of possibly contributing to the downfall of the marriage of one of her fellow citizens. (Not that she would, of course.) I have tried each time to try to stay far away from the subject of just what brought me to AM in the first place, but in this case I wound up giving her all the gory details, and that seemed to help with that particular issue.
Not really odd at all. Usually settled out of court for ~50万円One thing that may oddly have been an issue, at least at one point during the earlier portion of the conversation, was the fact that my wife is Japanese.
1) You might have wanted to go to an intermediate place after Sushi. Which had dim lights and was more romantic and get a tongue kiss.Well, the second woman was not the emotional basket case that I'd feared, which just goes to show that one should not be too quick to draw conclusions from a single bit of evidence, even if it's pretty creepy evidence. In this case, as mentioned previously I was concerned because she had included a picture of herself at age 18 or 20 or so together with her other pictures, which just sort of screams "insecurity." Also, frankly, in her present-day pictures her thin white face with fairly prominent eye sockets gave something of a skull-like impression. So I was prepared to meet a desperate single woman, perhaps with an eating disorder, who was clinging to the last vestiges of her youthful beauty.
I couldn't have been more wrong. She was a confident, independent, newly-divorced and newly-employed mother, albeit apparently with considerable means (based upon the part of town where she said she lives) who also looked a lot better and healthier in person than she did in that skull-like photo. (Perhaps some women have a tendency to pick the photo in which they look the thinnest, even if the end result is to make them look like death warmed over.) She was dressed very smartly in a tight skirt, hose, and a blouse that just cried out to be stroked, and her long hair looked and felt very natural and healthy, like the hair of a twenty-year old.
We started at a cafe where previously I'd noticed that there were a few tables with soft chairs that could permit two people to sit fairly close to one another. I had been concerned that those tables all would be taken, but by the time we started (6:00) the cafe crowd had thinned out and so we got one of the good tables. We talked and talked, I commented on and touched her jewelry, her hair and her muscles (the "flex for me" routine), and after an hour or so we moved to a sushi place within the same building.
I've decided that a sushi place has a lot of advantages, the sushi bar and the availability of strong drink principal among them. The major disadvantage is of course the price, but frankly I decided that it was worth it for the chance to spend the better part of an hour with my fingers brushing her skirt, or with my hand brushing her leg, or with my hand on her thigh. We ordered sake and she drank hers all down and started purring like a cat. I drank more sake than I've ever drunk before in my life -- about two mouthfuls in total, over the course of an hour or more, with food. God it was gross. Oh well, sometimes you just gotta make sacrifices.
After sushi, we went for a little walk outside in the direction of the love hotels. I had my hands variously on her hips, her back, her rear, and (as we descended escalators) her head and neck. As we approached the love-hotel area, and as I proposed that we go somewhere where it would be "easier to talk," she looked at me and smiled and said, "I know what you're doing!" I told her that yes indeed I'd researched the area in advance, and she laughed and smacked me. Then she said she had to go home because it was getting late, and I explained that there were always taxis for that sort of thing. She said, "You want me to do a bad thing! That's the only thing men want!" And I said, "Well, there are women who want that sort of thing too."
This sort of banter continued as we walked back to the station, and through the gates, and up to the platform. I had my hands on various parts of her body throughout. We boarded the train, and when she said, "I have to change trains at Shinjuku," I buried my face in her hair and said into her ear, "Shinjuku, that's a good place too, we could get off there together." "Stop it!" she said. So I said, "Alright, I'll stop." "But you say that in such an erotic way," she said. "No," I said, "I'm done. I've given up. You're impossible to convince, so never mind." She left the train a few moments later, saying, "I'll message you." And she did. I haven't replied yet. But I do have time to see her again this trip. I wonder whether I can get her purring again somehow.
This whole experience was really moving for me because it was the first time in my life when I'd ever done this sort of thing -- i.e., intentionally invading a woman's personal space, putting my hands on her body, not asking permission, taking her consent for granted (and getting it), and all of this with someone I'd only just met. It was thrilling.
Today I have two dates. I just finished the first one. She was the only woman on AM who ever initiated a message exchange with me, and she was a complete nonstarter. We had a nice talk for an hour or ninety minutes about a whole bunch of things, and I learned some Japanese vocabulary, etc., and that's the end of it.
The other date starts at 6 p.m., so I have just enough time to go and scout logistics for tomorrow night before coming back to do tonight's date. More to follow.
The way I see the suspicion that all European foreigners out looking for a date are sex tourists expressed is the old "Do you like Japanese women?" question. I fielded that one last night. Again. As always.
By the way, back to the matter of what if one of IronGiant's ladies asks him about his wife:
"I didn't fly 6000 miles to talk about my wife." Or "After flying 6000 miles to meet you, I don't want to talk about my wife." Or some variation on that theme. "My wife is in Texas. She might be having sex right now."
I recommend saying you have an American wife who speaks no Japanese.
the old "Do you like Japanese women?" question.
1) You might have wanted to go to an intermediate place after Sushi. Which had dim lights and was more romantic and get a tongue kiss.
2) The walk in the park, could have served as the intermediate location. Provided you found a good spot to kiss.
3) With most Japanese women, DON'T tell them you are going to/walking to a hotel. This activates LMR (Last Minute Resistance). Instead, just WALK there and GO IN.
While I like a dark place to escalate for a kiss, one of the best I've found is an elevator
I just can't seem to find a place that seems like it would work for a kiss. Having lived in Japan for so long I've come to feel the same sort of trepidation about those sorts of public displays that I think a lot of Japanese people feel. I would have no problem going for the kiss in an intermediate location if it was private (e.g., karaoke box, separate room at a restaurant, etc.) but I just get the feeling that ninety percent of Japanese women would feel horribly exposed if a man tried to kiss them on a street, in a park, etc.
I have had a really tough time finding an "intermediate place" with "dim lights" and proper seating. I'd appreciate any recommendations...
Sorry for the long period between updates, but I've been busy! Let me recap the story thus far:
Woman 1: cancelled on me, then tried to reschedule, but now I don't think I feel like seeing her after all, in light of time available, etc.
Woman 2: chubby little squirting sex machine
Woman 3: beautiful, elegant, purrs when she drinks, allowed me to get in real close
Woman 4: complete nonstarter; no attraction (i.e., she is very hard on the eyes)
Moving on then,
Woman 5: another complete nonstarter. She was intelligent and well-traveled and we had a great talk, but she was just way too heavy. I try hard to be caring and to see the best in people, to identify a woman's outstanding qualities and to downplay the defects, etc., and I really really wanted to like this woman, but hey, I just gotta have some sort of physical aspect to work with here. I can't have an affair using just my brain.
Woman 6: flaked on me, sent me a message about five hours before our scheduled meeting. That left me in downtown Tokyo with nothing to do, so I sent a LINE message to Woman 2, who just happened to be shopping a couple of stations away, and within 45 minutes we were at a love hotel together. We were there for three and a half hours. I still can't get over this squirting thing; by the time we left the bedsheets were completely soaked. She kept pushing me out of her because the water was about to come, and then it would spout four or five inches into the air. Has anyone ever dealt with this sort of thing before? In particular, what would happen if I just ignored her when she tried to push me out, and kept pumping away instead? Is it possible that the water might not spout and that her pleasure would be even more intensified? I ask because quite often it seems that sex gets better if I just ignore what the woman says; a woman may ask you to stop something because she thinks she's gone as far as she can go, but you can show her that she can go even farther. Or, ignoring what the woman says will give her brain a real spin, e.g. -- actual quote -- "I asked you to stop because it felt like you were hurting me, but you just told me to shut up and deal with it, and that really, really turned me on.")
Woman 7: God, how can Japanese women be so beautiful? Today's woman was 49, and she looked and acted like she was 35. Everything about her was simply perfect -- beautiful smile, laughing eyes, immaculate dress, cute pink-and-clear fingernail art with tiny little round and flower-shaped beads. Let me emphasize this in case you are just laughing and nodding your head and thinking "yeah, right, a 49-year-old, give me a break." I don't care if you are 22 or 32 or 42, if you had a chance to be with this woman, you would not pass it up, and if you spent two hours sitting next to her, then your balls would hurt afterward, just like mine did. We met at a bar and got a seat where we could sit next to one another. I learned that she's an architect with an eighteen-year-old son and a husband she would divorce if she only had the financial resources. She's lived overseas but hasn't spoken English in years. I touched her knee a few times early in our lunch, and then somehow it wound up out of my reach after that. So I abandoned that approach, shifted round to face her directly, and focused exclusively on the conversation. We had a wide-ranging talk about all sorts of things but the conversation kept returning to our respective marital situations, and it was at those times that I seemed to feel a real connection with her. However (and this is unusual for me) there were a couple of moments when I felt that my language skills had failed me and that I did not quite grasp some additional meaning concealed within the things that she was saying about her marriage and (to an extent) mine. I left a little confused about just where I stood, so just before midnight tonight I sent her a very clear message, i.e., I had a great time, I'm leaving soon, I'll probably have some free time this weekend, if you have free time too, then let me know and let's do something together, etc. A little "beta," know, but I only have three days left here.
Meanwhile, Woman 3 (my purring cat) has gone silent on me. This after some fairly positive body language when we met (did I mention that she put a hand on my face several times?) and a nice message from her the next morning. Did I screw up by waiting until that night to reply and ask if she was available Thursday (i.e., today)? Oh well, I went ahead and did a Hail Mary just like with Woman 7 -- "Hey, I'm sorry about that thing the other day" (先日どうむ失礼しました - can cover anything, from replying to her message late, to having my hands on her butt, to suggesting obliquely that we go to a love hotel) "but I'm leaving in a few days. I probably will have some free time this weekend, so if you have free time too, then let me know and we can do something together." Once again, not the "alpha" way, but I'm pressed for time.
Woman 8: we were scheduled to go out tomorrow night, but in response to my "Hey looking forward to tomorrow" message, she says that she's sick and can't make it. I actually believe her; she says that she's been sick for several days and hoping she'll get better, that she has a fever, and that she wants to meet when I come back next time. Sigh.
So, unless I hear back from Woman 3 or Woman 7, or unless I decide to spend tomorrow night approaching women and get lucky, my story for this trip will be ending about here, I suppose. Except of course that I also have plans to see Woman 2 again during the weekend -- I ran through four condoms with her yesterday, I wonder how many I'll need next time.
Make things clear to Woman 3 that you feel like she teased you and you don't feel good about it and the only way she can make it up is to see you.
Lay down the law to Woman 7, tell her you want to see her again.
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I would be very interested to hear the method to escalate from nothing to oral sex. You go for the kiss, she withdraws, you say let's go to a hotel and when there tell her that a blowjob would be great, instead? I guess there's all kinds of ways, but this mystifies me a bit.
The discussion about the significance of kissing has implications for what one of my girlfriends--who LOVES kissing--thinks about me. Make out queen, she is. If ever she stops, in favor of "getting to business," I'll keep what you've said in mind but not as gospel, of course.