The Brazilian girl I had spoken about in my last report hooked up with me on the third date. She was 33 years old and had only slept with one other man in her whole life.
I had stopped her on Wednesday afternoon as me and Mr. R were exploring downtown Vancouver. She looked at me twice and smiled as she walked by. I told her later on that I had approached her for that reason, but surprisingly enough she could not remember doing that. It just shows that her giving me IOI’s was happening on a subconscious level. She was a little shocked when I jumped in front of her. In Brazil it’s probably very suspicious when someone is running, because the crime rate is a lot higher. So naturally a girl who has lived there her whole life will be a bit frightened. I managed though to calm her down quickly by smirking and talking in a low and slow voice. Her English wasn’t great, but she knew what I wanted. She had only been here for a week and had come to Vancouver to study English for six months.
I got her number and started texting her the same evening. She replied immediately and was giving good signals. I went for the date request and invited her the next day to a cafe close to my place, but she insisted on meeting closer to hers in Yaletown. I wasn’t going to argue, as I kept in mind that sometimes you have to lose a battle to win the war.
I hadn’t dated a girl in that area yet and didn’t know to which second venue I should take her, so I decided to scout the street just before the date. I found a bar called Tavern at the New Oxford just 50m away from the cafe. It had some nice couches on the second floor on which I could later on get closer to her.
I ran through my standard dating model and routines and she was getting more and more comfortable. I had to make sure to talk very slowly and translate a lot on Google for her to understand what I was talking about. For that reason this date definitely was a new experience. It helped me understand how unimportant the things I say really are and how big the impact of tone and body language are. I had to make two attempts at kissing her before she went with it. “It’s a mans job to try and a womans job to resist” is always a good line to show non reactiveness. After that I just kept talking as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately she wasn’t even close to getting on a bus or in a cab with me that night, but she did text me after the date saying how much she had enjoyed it.
The next day she initiated the texting by writing that she’d be done with her class at 2 pm and was asking if I’d like to do something. I set up a date for 3 pm and said I would take her to Granville Island. We met at a crossing close to my Air Bnb and I showed up with a shopping bag to have an excuse to go back to the apartment. I tried kissing her at my place, but she wasn’t comfortable enough, so I made a move to leave and go to the island.
We spent about an hour at the port and food market and watched the ships and seagulls. At one point, as we were walking through the market, a lady stopped me and pointed at the Brazilian girls coat. There was bird shit all over her hoodie and she hadn’t noticed it. I laughed and carefully made her realize what had happened. At first she was a little upset but then calmed down, maybe because I acted so cool about it. After cleaning her coat we grabbed some coffee and sat down outside under a covered sitting area, carefully watching out for birds. I had placed my coffee on the table and was talking about something while making wild gestures with my hands when I accidentally knocked my cup over and hot coffee spilled all over my jeans. We both laughed and I accused her of having a terrible influence on me.
I walked her back to the apartment and said I wanted to show her something on my laptop. We made out on the couch and also on the bed, but she would always pull my hand away when I would start exploring her body. After about an hour I gave up and she soon left my place. The same evening she texted, asking if I’d like to do something on Sunday and because I was a little bit frustrated that I hadn’t gotten much further I replied “maybe ;)”.
I had a very informative Skype session with Tom the following morning and I asked him what to do about this girl. He told me that because of her age and the fact that she knew that I would be leaving soon I was triggering ASD (Anti Slut Defense). What was holding her back was basically the fact that her sleeping with me could turn out to be a one night stand. The cure: A lot of comfort and future projections. By telling her that I really liked Vancouver and that I could see myself coming back again she wouldn’t have to be scared of not getting to see me again.
Via texting I had arranged that we would meet up at the cafe she had chosen and then drive back to my place to do some “cooking”. Really I had just bought some frozen vegetarian pizza which I would quickly heat up. The venue she had picked was closed and I teased her of not being able to plan a date properly. We went to Starbucks instead and sat around a bit before hopping on the bus. I was in an extremely non needy mood because of the lay I had gotten the day before. We just relaxed on the couch, cuddled, ate pizza and watched an entire movie before I pulled her into the bedroom. I still had to do all the leading, but this time there was no resistance. For the first time since I had approached her I was allowed to see her gorgeous athletic body. She was very shy and inexperienced, not what one would expect from a hot 33 year old Brazilian. Going down on her wasn’t an option, because she was too embarassed – little did she know what she was missing out on. We both really enjoyed the sex and I could tell that she hadn’t been fucked since she had left her boyfriend a year ago.
We met up once more yesterday evening so I could say goodbye – for now. First sex at my place, then we grabbed some ice cream and finally spent an hour at the beach. The sky was pitch black and we watched the city lights reflect on the ocean as we cuddled and showed each other affection while sitting on a giant bolder. I am always amazed at how fast two human beings can build up an emotional connection, even if it’s just temporary. It really makes life worth living.