Sometimes, I am very direct, that's why my qualification to seduce someone is null, other times I give a lot of detours and when I come to see I am his best friend and, when you are in the zone of good friends, you hardly get out of there.
When I've been very direct, I come out with boards in my head, I turn away myself and don't insist. When I've been too subtle, I get so syrupy that I cloy myself.
I've been boringly subtle more than once and have remained good friends with those people I've pretended to, getting saddened and disheartened when I see them dating others and I'm just the friend they confide in and vent to, telling me even their heartbreaks.
Hey, no, I'm not going back to wasting my time with my boring seduction techniques or scaring someone away by not taking my time. I've failed even when I've been given the green light at first, but I think I get so full of anxiety, of wanting to do everything "perfect" that I become totally approachable and predictable, that I just stop being interesting to that person.
Now, when the coin flips and someone I like comes to seduce me, success is assured. I feel so desirable and confident that I don't have to give much away, at least at first. Showing some degree of interest with a bit of nonchalance has proven to be the perfect weapon for me in these cases.
I have several stories of failure when I have tried to seduce and success when I have allowed myself to be seduced, that has been a general rule in my relationships, although, of course, when I have already taken the bait I cannot stay behind in the game and must give in the same proportion that I am receiving, something really exquisite, each in his own way but each with complacency with himself and with his companion.
However, my favorite stories have been those in which we have seduced each other. Almost, almost simultaneously, I say "almost" because someone always has to make the first move.
Once, a new girl arrived at the company where I worked and as the days went by she caught my attention the more I observed her, she had not seen me yet, there were many of us in that place.
One day I decided to make myself seen. My glances towards her were so intense that once she simply felt it, she looked at me for a moment and looked down.
I spent a few days just with the gaze game until she turned to see me and, although she lowered her gaze, I felt that she liked me.
One day, to my surprise, she held my gaze and we looked at each other intensely for a few seconds, I said "hello", like a whisper that I only heard myself. She read the movement of my lips, answered me and I went on my way.
I had a friend who worked in human resources and she got me the girl's number, confidentially. When I got home I texted her via SMS, I wasn't using a smart phone at the time, it didn't catch my attention. I told her:
"Hello, bella. How are you?"
"Are you male or female" (He replied, without first saying anything else).
"I'm a woman, from work"
"Oh, now I know who you are. How did you get my number?"
"That's a secret. The important thing is that we're talking."
"You're right."
And well, from then on we were seducing each other with looks, gestures, gifts, words, silences. We had a relationship of more than 3 years.
After all, I think I am not so bad at the art of seduction or maybe at that moment I just hit on the right person.
Until the next time.
This writing is inspired by @galenkp's proposal for this weekend.
Photography from my personal gallery