Hi there, Cheb.
Back in my salad days with the tickling fetish, that is, when I first got online and received validation in the form of dozens of websites devoted to the art, I felt like I was walking on air. First there was the websurfing, then came emails, then IM's, then phone conversations. I was meeting and beginning to interact with people who were into TICKLING like me! Unprecedented! "God bless the internet!" I proclaimed to myself every day. Like a mantra.
But, incredible though it sounds, there were NO women in LA who were part of the gigantic worldwide tickling community we established online. None that showed themselves, at least.
With my fingers all worked up, my ego in fine form, and nobody to tickle, I began seeking out bare feet in public. Also, at the office, dinner parties, bookstores, and of course in airplanes. As you've mentioned, it's not a difficult task to execute. First, you have to make eye contact with the stranger and establish an immediate friendliness. If this step fails, abort mission! Second, you lay your approach on her -- whether it's an intricate scripted dialogue that leads to a fun, prolonged tickle, or a simple and quick tickle, no questions asked.
Tickling strangers was like a hobby, and it was these true-life tales that I would relate in each of my postings on AMT. "Tickling strangers" is almost misleading, because a rapport HAS to be founded before the fun can begin. It would never work to walk up to a woman at the supermarket and just tickle her as she's reaching for the Grape Nuts. You no doubt know this, Cheb, as you seem to have made a hobby of it as well.
As for your 'tickling outside the marriage' dilemma goes, I have to say that as soon as I took on a girlfriend during that period, I ceased my tickler-at-large tendency. Not because of any desire vs. guilt, but because there just wasn't a need since I had a girl at home to tickle. My tickling of Los Angeles sweeties was a way, I realized after some soul searching, of hunting. Of being on the prowl for the girl who was going to react the right way to being tickled -- with a hungry sparkle in her eye that told me she needed more, as she laughed unbridled.
'Course we're all different, Cheb. I would advise you to just ask yourself what it is you're looking for in these anonymous public encounters. I know what I was looking for.
Love. In, you know, all the incorrect places.
Love. In, well, what I consider to be, a bit too many faces.
It was fun, to be sure. But ultimately more wasted energy than not. These days I let my ticklelust out only with a select few people. It's more satisfying to me, because they appreciate it whereas the cute, oblivious strangers had no idea. In retrospect, I feel I was something of a Mr. Hyde in those days, though I stayed considerate and charming through the tickling encounters.
ALL of us male ticklers have the capability to become that Mr. Hyde. I've met a large number of us, and I recognize this to be self-evident. We LOVE tickling, completely adore and worship the act, like it's a sacrament. Stripped of our egos, super and non-super, we could become indiscriminatory tickling animals, tickling anyone and everyone who sets foot into our line of vision.
Some people don't appreciate that, some people don't get it, some people do. I now only use my tickling skills on certain people who do, and I'm much more satisfied and empowered this way.
Oh, but those true-life tickling encounters I related on AMT were some cute stories!
Enough. Three long posts, I'm going to bed.
Boomtowner
