In 1991, through a personal ad I met a Jersey Shore knockout. Her name was Karen.
On our second (and, as it would turn out, last) date we had dinner at a restaurant. Talking to Karen that evening, I started seeing a very unpleasant side of her. I realized she did not have a good attitude. Thus, I knew I would only want to keep seeing Karen for two reasons. She was gorgeous. The second reason would be, I hoped, she was ticklish. I had not yet tried tickling Karen, so I was not sure there would be that second reason!
After dinner we went for a walk. Thinking it was now or never, I started tickling Karen, who was still displaying her crummy attitude, griping about this and that. Karen was indeed ticklish, about the ribs and stomach! However, Karen may as well not have been ticklish, as she did not have enough submissive personality (I don't think she had any) to take getting tickled. She sure lacked a sense of humor about it. I tickled Karen no more than twice when she complained, saying she hated it.
Have you noticed how some tickle victims resist even saying the word TICKLE? They will say, "Stop it," or, "I hate that" - "that" or "it" in place of the word TICKLE. It's as if saying the word makes
them more vulnerable. Karen, emphasizing her distaste for being tickled, looked at me and said "I can't stand - " but, instead of completing the sentence, she quickly tickled my ribs to convey her
thought. I'm very ticklish, and as I reacted to the tickle, Karen smiled, though for just a second.
When Karen tickled me, her quick smile revealed that somewhere inside the heart of that dazzling woman (the hottest I ever dated) she understood the joy of tickling - at least a little. Sad to say, that evening was the only time any tickling happened and the last time we saw each other. Maybe a guy she liked more would get a different reaction out of her. I wonder where she is today.
What's frustrating? Someone you want to tickle isn't ticklish.
And what's really frustrating? You find someone ticklish, but the thought of being tickled revolts her - at least the thought of YOU tickling her revolts her, that is.
Finally, what's most frustrating? When you know how perfect it could be if you could be with her, but she does not want to be with you.
Of course, 20/20 hindsight tells me Karen would have been a pain in the neck girlfriend, despite looking so good on my arm.
It's interesting to note that I had gone into that second date with high hopes. In our first phone conversation (before we met), Karen and I had a nice time talking. Picking her up for our first date- a beach trip - this stunning girl answered the door wearing only a bikini.
And the first date went well. I was smart enough to keep my hands to myself, despite spending a few hours on a beach blanket right next to Karen and her luscious figure, which her revealing bikini flattered. We got to know each other but didn't make the conversation too intimate - you never should spill your guts on the first date. It was fun hanging out at the beach and when we grabbed lunch, Karen even offered a few dollars towards the tab.
The hint of doom came when I dropped off Karen late that afternoon. She did not invite me in nor give me an opening to kiss her.
Picking up Karen for that fateful second date, my hopes were nonetheless high, including the hope she would be ticklish.
Too bad it usually works out best in a fantasy.
On our second (and, as it would turn out, last) date we had dinner at a restaurant. Talking to Karen that evening, I started seeing a very unpleasant side of her. I realized she did not have a good attitude. Thus, I knew I would only want to keep seeing Karen for two reasons. She was gorgeous. The second reason would be, I hoped, she was ticklish. I had not yet tried tickling Karen, so I was not sure there would be that second reason!
After dinner we went for a walk. Thinking it was now or never, I started tickling Karen, who was still displaying her crummy attitude, griping about this and that. Karen was indeed ticklish, about the ribs and stomach! However, Karen may as well not have been ticklish, as she did not have enough submissive personality (I don't think she had any) to take getting tickled. She sure lacked a sense of humor about it. I tickled Karen no more than twice when she complained, saying she hated it.
Have you noticed how some tickle victims resist even saying the word TICKLE? They will say, "Stop it," or, "I hate that" - "that" or "it" in place of the word TICKLE. It's as if saying the word makes
them more vulnerable. Karen, emphasizing her distaste for being tickled, looked at me and said "I can't stand - " but, instead of completing the sentence, she quickly tickled my ribs to convey her
thought. I'm very ticklish, and as I reacted to the tickle, Karen smiled, though for just a second.
When Karen tickled me, her quick smile revealed that somewhere inside the heart of that dazzling woman (the hottest I ever dated) she understood the joy of tickling - at least a little. Sad to say, that evening was the only time any tickling happened and the last time we saw each other. Maybe a guy she liked more would get a different reaction out of her. I wonder where she is today.
What's frustrating? Someone you want to tickle isn't ticklish.
And what's really frustrating? You find someone ticklish, but the thought of being tickled revolts her - at least the thought of YOU tickling her revolts her, that is.
Finally, what's most frustrating? When you know how perfect it could be if you could be with her, but she does not want to be with you.
Of course, 20/20 hindsight tells me Karen would have been a pain in the neck girlfriend, despite looking so good on my arm.
It's interesting to note that I had gone into that second date with high hopes. In our first phone conversation (before we met), Karen and I had a nice time talking. Picking her up for our first date- a beach trip - this stunning girl answered the door wearing only a bikini.
And the first date went well. I was smart enough to keep my hands to myself, despite spending a few hours on a beach blanket right next to Karen and her luscious figure, which her revealing bikini flattered. We got to know each other but didn't make the conversation too intimate - you never should spill your guts on the first date. It was fun hanging out at the beach and when we grabbed lunch, Karen even offered a few dollars towards the tab.
The hint of doom came when I dropped off Karen late that afternoon. She did not invite me in nor give me an opening to kiss her.
Picking up Karen for that fateful second date, my hopes were nonetheless high, including the hope she would be ticklish.
Too bad it usually works out best in a fantasy.
