I replied smiling in turn, “I tried. It didn’t go well for me. Anyway, nice to meet you, I’m Francesco.”
I stretched out my hand and she said in return, “Nice to meet you, Lara. What are you doing?”
I replied in a playful tone, “Going to meet women!”
Smiling, she exclaimed, “Indeed, this is what you do on the seafront. You meet people!”
A pleasant conversation filled the air for about ten minutes, and I discovered that she went to the sea at the private beach near mine. I didn’t mention that I was going to visit her.
In fact, I closed the conversation by saying, “Now we go back to our duties as seducers. It was a pleasure. Have a nice evening.”
The next day I kept thinking about Lara and decided she had to be mine. I had to try. Superficial knowledge wasn’t enough! I convinced Antonio to go to the sea at my beach, and then move to the beach frequented by Lara (hoping to find her). Luckily for us we saw her again.
She asked us, “Hello, what are you doing here?”
I replied, pretending to be surprised, “We were taking a walk on the shore. As I told you yesterday, I’m at the nearby beach. What are you doing?”
“Obviously a swim. And we also like to play volleyball in the water. If you want to join our group…” She didn’t have to say it twice.
During the day I got to know her better and we exchanged phone numbers. I didn’t have the courage to suggest a date for the evening, but she herself told me that maybe she would go out to the seafront.
It was about nine o’clock in the evening when I went out and, of course, headed to the seafront and toward the same spot where I had met Lara the night before. To my great disappointment, however, I found Lara and her sister in the company of two soldiers! They weren’t kissing. I thought that I had no right to claim anything. I was not the boyfriend. However, I got so jealous that I had to do something. I could not stand to see my Lara talking to another man. And, on top of that, a soldier! It was common knowledge that soldiers only sought for affairs! Anyway, I decided to grin and bear it. I greeted Lara, who didn’t seem particularly upset to see me, and wished her a good evening. She reciprocated the wish in a friendly manner. Things were starting to look bad and I had to try a shock strategy if I didn’t want to let my beloved run away.
I got an idea. I bid Antonio farewell with an excuse of a sudden commitment and ran to call Rachele on the phone. I found her at home and, when I spoke to her, she almost didn’t think it was me.
I said to her, “Rachele, I thought about your proposal and I think I’d like to give you a chance. But, before I change my mind, you have to come out now. I will pick you up on my scooter and we will go to the seafront.”
She replied saying, “What a surprise! The only problem is that I’m not ready. How can I do that, so out of the blue…”
But I was categorical, “Either you come now, or you will miss your chance! Just put your skirt on and get out of the house. See you in ten minutes.” Rachele agreed. I ran to remove the chain from the scooter and rushed to her.
I waited near Rachele’s house for just a few minutes before she got on my old scooter, full of emotion and with her eyes glowing with happiness. During the short trip that we made to get to the seafront, she held me tight for fear of falling off the scooter. (I don’t think she made that big of a sacrifice.)
Once we got to our destination, she asked me what we were going to do. I told her that we were going to sit on a bench because I had to talk to her, but I needed to walk first. I was actually looking for Lara, hoping that she wasn’t already in some secluded place kissing the soldier. Luckily, I found her almost in the same place I had left her and in the same condition. So, I had the chance to try my luck.
Making sure that I was visible to Lara’s eyes, and after exchanging a wave of greeting, I asked Rachele to sit down.
I took her by the hand, looked into her eyes and said, “I thought about the two of us and I wondered, why not give you a chance? I kinda like you, actually.”
Rachele, staring into my eyes and replied, “What you say is so beautiful.” As she was finishing talking, I approached her lips and gave her a long, intense kiss and then some more, for a few minutes. Then, I asked her if she wanted an ice cream and we headed in the direction of Lara.
I passed just a few inches from where Lara was standing and without a word of greeting, I looked at her. I thought she looked upset. But maybe I was wrong, also because we had only exchanged a quick, fleeting glance.
Then, I took a walk with Rachele, who was in seventh heaven over the joy of kissing her first boy. Every now and then she asked me if there was any hope of her being my girlfriend. I told her that anything could happen. First, we had a small pizza and then an ice cream. Then, about an hour later, we went back for a walk along the seafront.
While walking I witnessed a scene I wished I hadn’t. Lara was hand in hand with a soldier. Not only that, passing in front of me, she greeted me with a smirk. I was upset, but I too pretended to smile and holding Rachele’s hand tighter, I returned the greeting.
Rachele asked me if Lara and I knew each other? If she was my ex. I answered that we barely knew each other. But then, pretending to have a headache (or maybe I really had one), I took Rachele back home. I told her that we would meet in the next few days.
I returned home trying not to think that in those moments, Lara might be by the sea, immersed in the ecstasy of breathtaking kisses she was exchanging with the soldier. I couldn’t allow this to happen; and even if it did that night, I had to nip it in the bud. I decided that the next morning I had to go to the beach frequented by Lara and throw the hail Mary.
And so, I did. I found Lara diving into the sea and asked her, “Hi, everything okay?”
She replied ironically, “I’d say so, quite an eventful summer! And where are you going?”
“As you can see, I’m coming right to you. I’d like to talk to you.”
But she replied sarcastically, “I don’t think we can. Your girlfriend would be jealous. By the way, congratulations!”
“Come on, it’s not what it looks like. I’ll explain everything to you,” I said resolutely.
“And how should it be? Are you kidding me?” she replied irritated.
I managed to convince her to go to the beach bar and talk more calmly. I asked her to look into my eyes, so that she could judge for herself whether I was telling her the truth or acting.
So, I confronted her, “Lara, from the moment I first saw you, my heart has been fluttering. I felt something I’d never experienced before. I think you understood why I came to your beach the very next day. But, in the evening I saw you with a soldier and I got jealous. Until now, I had never known this feeling. And, on top of that, a soldier! They are, by definition, playboys looking for fleeting escapades. I had to do something and, perhaps to get some revenge, I contacted a girl I had long turned down. I acted irrationally. I don’t care about Rachele. What you saw last night was just an act to try to make you jealous. Lara, I’ve fallen madly in love with you!” Having said that, I shyly put my hand in hers. I saw her eyes brighten up and become sweeter.
Then she just asked me, “So, you’re not going out with her tonight?”
“Absolutely not!” I replied. “Rachele is the last woman in the world I would date. And then, tonight, I’m busy with you. Do I have any hope? Or is your heart already committed?”
She gave me a gentle smile and from her eyes I knew I could kiss her. It was a fairly moderate kiss because we were in public. But when we got up, I couldn’t resist. I got lost in one of the most thrilling hugs of my life. She sighed and at some point told me to stop, otherwise she would have to introduce me to her mother well before the time was right.
As a joke, I said to her, “Go ahead, introduce me to all your family members.”
Lara was my fiancée for a few months. And, I still keep the photos taken with her.
And what about Rachele? Obviously, I didn’t ca
ll her anymore while I was with Lara. One evening, however, she had gone out with a friend of hers and saw me happily hugging Lara.
I heard Rachele in the distance exclaiming, “Do I see well?”
“You see very well. Look at that rascal, Francesco!” replied her friend, who had never nurtured sympathy for me.
This scene, dear readers, besides making me laugh many years ago, still amuses me today. Rachele was instead the one who burst into a river of tears. It doesn’t always happen in life to make a woman cry out of love. But if it happens, it means that that woman will do everything for you, no matter whether you treat her well or badly. When I then broke up with Lara, I would sometimes console Rachele’s tears. After all, she deserved it!
Still, as a younger man, I experienced that in villages the chances of success with women were increasing exponentially.
At the time, to earn some money, I would sometimes go and help my uncle, who has a flower shop. Once I had the task of delivering a beautiful floral arrangement in a village called Siano. My uncle’s co-worker drove me there in the car and I had the task of finding the address of the person to whom the flowers were to be delivered. I thought I’d ask someone (obviously a girl) about the street I was interested in. And that is what I did. A girl of my age immediately asked me whom I was looking for and at once I told her the name and surname for reference. She volunteered to accompany me there. But that’s not all, a group of curious young girls also accompanied me to my destination. I introduced myself to several of them, promising I would return to the village the next Saturday. Unfortunately, I was working at that moment. I had never before had such a large number of intrigued girls in my life. I almost felt like George Clooney. So, I absolutely had to go back to that village.
The next Saturday, my friend Antonio and I went to explore Siano. Needless to say, I saw some of the girls I had already met, but I didn’t stop to talk to them. I had to do the usual competition with Antonio as to who got to meet more girls in an evening. In this case the approach techniques turned out to be very simple. It was enough to ask, “Sorry, I’m from Salerno. Can you suggest a good pizzeria?” All of them answered, some of them even took me to my destination and I would take the opportunity to introduce myself. Then, I would ask what was well worth doing in the village. They would reply: the outdoor disco, the feast of San Rocco, the festival, and other beautiful initiatives that the city organizes in the summer.
In one single night, I was able to meet about fifty girls. I managed to break all the records achieved in Salerno. Obviously, I took the telephone number of the most beautiful girls. And obviously, I contacted the prettiest ones. In Siano, I had a lot of love affairs. But this is another story and it will be the subject of another book. I have experienced the same affairs in other villages in the Province of Salerno, such as Bracigliano and San Valentino Torio, with the same results.
I’ve often wondered why I was so successful in villages. It was by talking to the girls that I realized that there is something called the “charm of the stranger”. A guy from another village intrigues more than one from the village. A guy from the capital attracts more than one from the village. The mechanism is perhaps the same as when the Italian guys go abroad and especially in Eastern Europe or Brazil. We Italians have an excellent reputation, not only are we seen as wealthier, but we are more romantic, seductive, and mysterious than other men.
Finally, I would like to tell you about an episode that happened in Siano. The local men were hospitable and friendly, but, instead of going around to meet the beautiful girls of the village, they spent most of their time in bars playing video games. I decided to go there and I asked a guy, in his opinion, who was the most beautiful girl in the village? He pointed out a beautiful brunette called Fiorella- tall, thin, and curvy, who resembled Monica Bellucci. I asked the guy if he had ever made a pass at her. He told me that he had tried, timidly, to talk to her, but she hadn’t even deigned to look at him.
So, I left the bar and waited for the right moment to meet Fiorella. I waited for the moment when she was not engaged in other conversations and I said to her, “Hi Fiorella. I’m Francesco from Salerno. Do you remember me?”
Surprised, she replied, “How do you know my name?”
I answered with a smile, “After the unforgettable moments we shared, you can’t even remember who I am?”
She gave me a closer look and replied, “I really don’t think we’ve ever shared anything, but will you tell me when we met?”
I replied, “This is my secret and I can’t tell you for now. But let me ask you a serious question instead. Would you like to get engaged to me?”
“My!” Fiorella, on one hand, showed a face tinged with a faint blush and, on the other hand, appeared surprised by my boldness. She remained silent for a few seconds, staring at me. Then she said, “Wouldn’t it be better to start with a coffee first?”
“Well,” I replied, “the times have changed now. Everything is faster, but just because you’re as beautiful as Monica Bellucci, I’m fine with coffee. Can we go now?”
She responded, “Actually, I was on my way home, but if you want, we can meet at eight tomorrow evening in front of the Cathedral.”
I nodded and already began to think about our upcoming date.
The next day, to my surprise, I saw Fiorella arrive right on time. She welcomed me with a smile. My heart was beating fast. An occasion like this, a date with such a beautiful girl, had never happened to me in my life. Fortunately, I had studied all the details of the conversation that we were to deal with at the table. After choosing a nice bar in the center of the village, I began to talk about the most beautiful places on the Amalfi Coast where I often went. (I had never actually been there.) I spoke of trips to Australia or England (where I had never gone). I expounded on my working ambitions. (I said I wanted to become a notary.) I said that my father was director of a school. (He was actually a simple teacher.) I talked about a whole series of interesting things which could attract her. I saw that she was listening, smiling and asking me general questions. I, on the other hand, posed to her all joking questions. Where did she hide her boyfriend that evening? Had she been with less than a hundred men? Did she ever think about becoming a nun.
I made an effort to ensure that there wouldn’t be a minute’s silence. But I didn’t try very hard. When you like a girl, the beautiful words come out spontaneously and you can talk for hours and hours. Of course, I had the whole speech prepared in case my emotions took over, but it turned out unnecessary.
We decided to spend some more time sitting on the stairs of the church. I sat very close to her. She asked me about my exes. I talked to her about them, adding a bit of poetry to the narrative, but doing a lot of compliments to her hair and sweet face. I caressed it tenderly. Then, when I brushed her legs with the tip of my fingers, I heard her sighing and thought it was the right time to strike. I gave her a very tender kiss and then some more. Then, when it was time to say goodbye, I accompanied her, hand in hand, all the way to a certain point on the road where I gave her a passionate kiss. The dream was coming true. For about a month Fiorella was my sweetheart. In the village everyone was looking at me with envy. I became famous. Later, thanks to my fame, I was regarded as a real heartbreaker.
Dear readers, you might be wondering whether deceiving, telling lies, and magnifying situations is fair. My answer is “Yes!”. In the first phase of courtship it is necessary to use techniques. Unless you want to be as serious and boring as the guys in the bar of the village! At an early stage, women should be deceived. If you don’t deceive, many times they will be the ones to deceive you. In love, there is no meritocratic principle. If they don’t like you, no girl will want you just because you’re good and serious. You can become serious if you want, but after you have conquered the woman. Seduction techniques can also be used to do good. If you really love a woman, if you want to be in a serious relationship, the first activity is to win her over. And to do that you have to use technique
. Then you can become serious, romantic, family-loving, and everything else.
Seducing at the seaside or on a vacation
Seducing at the seaside or on a vacation is one of the simplest things for a Don Giovanni. The sea, the sun, and the touristic location predisposes the souls to be open toward the others, and to open the heart to new loves.
At the seaside, a ball is all you need to get to know as many women as you want. All women love to play volleyball, in the sea or on the beach. And even if you don’t have a ball, just ask, “Can I play too?” They’ll hardly say no. If you can play guitar or another instrument, you will immediately draw the attention of many women. There are a thousand ways to gain interest.
If you then spend the whole summer at a beach resort, the work of getting to know women is almost zeroed out. In a short time, you will be able to meet all the girls at the beach without any problems. The sharing of pleasant moments leads to socializing. On many beaches you can play, dance, and there are bars. You can really do everything.
I was once at a beach resort and to capture the attention of the young ladies, I decided to show my dozens of photos taken with the girls of “Non è la Rai”, an Italian TV program very famous in the nineties, in which beautiful girls would dance and sing. All I had to do to take these photos was go to Rome to the television studio Centro Palatino and wait for the girls before they went on air. No one refused to take pictures with me.
Well, in a few minutes my photos went through the hands of dozens, if not hundreds, of women. And, I became the star of the beach. I was considered a playboy, only for being photographed with famous women. Of course, I used my fame to approach the most beautiful ladies.
Sometimes you just have to try your luck and with no effort, you can make unimaginable conquests.
Once, I was on the bus with a friend and we were on our way to a beach resort. We were talking about vacations, about women and we were telling each other stories.
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