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This thread runs me back through time into ancient history...at least mine. These days I can't imagine going through life with a lass that isn't into tickling at some level. Yet back in my more free-spirited youth, it wasn't something even on the radar screen in growing relationships. Back then I knew I was the only person on earth that enjoyed tickling. There had to be another way, since most of the girls I dated were just tickled to know me (at least a time or two, and some tickled to death). So how did that work?
There isn't anything I can think of more potentially rewarding than getting to know another person and getting to know (her) well. Though there were a few disasters, I made it to the "well" stage 2 or 3 times before the most recent pulled me out of the market. As I think back on it, I always liked to do stuff. In the midst of doing stuff, there was always time to mix in a little tickling.
With the help of a friend, I recall teaching a couple of young ladies (one of them my current partner) to water ski. Even though this isn't the time and place for tickling, you can get the full sense of how a lass is put together as you hold her in position in the water before the boat takes off. Later you can get her in a similar position on dry land and play with the ribs.
I recall a fairly long drive with a girl friend to a USAF Thunderbird Air Show. Together with the ensuing picnic, there was some tickling. I'd think you could do the same thing today with the T-Birds or the Blue Angels.
I have always loved attending baseball games with the lasses, even today. There were high school plays, parties, Big Ten basketball games, and movies forever. The bad part of movies is you have to suffer through the "chick-flicks" occasionally if you are going to play the game right. I've canoed nearby lake chains and rivers with young ladies. I've meandered through extremely dark places at night looking for shooting stars. You have horseback riding (I'm awful at this) and zoos and apple orchards. I think the list goes forever.
Almost none of this ever cost much money, but it gave me the chance to get to know someone, and gave her the chance to get to know me. Miraculously, we usually managed to spend some time alone along the way, and there was always time for some tickling...sometimes lots of tickling.
If some disaster ever causes me the need to reenter the fray, I will likely be quite anxious about it. I don't know even how such things are done these days, especially with lasses close to my age. Since my wife and I still enjoy many of these things (stuff), I like to think they would still work getting to know someone new. The only difference today is getting close to a tickle babe would no longer be a matter of pure luck. That would have to be part of the relationship from the beginning. I still could not talk about it, so we would still have to try the trial and error method.