Let’s clear up the rules of the game once and for all, shall we? Because the fine art of dating seems rather debased lately. Let’s start from the very beginning: if I accept an invitation to go out, don't try to crack some sort of Enigma code. Sometimes it is pure and simple curiosity to see what lies behind that facade, and other times—most of the time, lucky you—it is because you have genuinely caught my attention in some way. But mind you, agreeing to have dinner with you is hardly a signed contract for a soap-opera romance. Sometimes I simply fancy a proper glass of champagne and a stimulating conversation; other times, well... let’s just say I am up for absolutely anything if the stars happen to align. And no, I couldn’t care less if you are the next catwalk model or if your genetics weren't particularly generous; for me, looks are completely secondary when true style is involved.
The real entry ticket to my world is humour. You must be witty, full stop. If you don't make me laugh, if the conversation feels like a job interview or a tedious monologue, you are completely lost on me. Worse still: if you try to be clever by sexualising absolutely everything from minute one or relying on cheap, textbook double entendres, my mind will switch off in two shakes of a lamb's tail. There is nothing more boring than a lack of subtlety. I look for elegance in every single sense of the word: in how you dress, yes, but above all in how you behave, how you express yourself, and how you treat me. If you are going to sit opposite me, do raise the bar.
Furthermore, let’s dot the i's and cross the t's on something that causes a bit of a short circuit for many: dating a transgender woman like me doesn’t require a sci-fi manual, but sheer, unadulterated sophistication. Forget the absurd taboos, the amateurish voyeurism, or the indiscreet questions that only expose your utter lack of worldliness; a woman like me is to be courted with the exact same fascination, respect, and magnetism with which you would adore any goddess who decides to grant you her time. The mystery and sensuality of our dynamic lie in connecting with my mind and my femininity unreservedly, understanding that the only transition you should truly care about is transitioning from being a mere spectator to a man who actually knows how to handle my fire.
Let’s talk logistics, because I am a thoroughly old-fashioned woman and I make no apologies to anyone for it. If you are curious, if you want sex, and you have the immense good fortune that I happen to be available and in the mood that day, you should at least have the decency to earn it the old-school way. If you are taking me out, you collect me from my doorstep and you drop me off at exactly the same spot, and naturally, the one who invites pays. After all, you are going out with a diva, not just anyone, and a VIP opportunity like this does not come around twice. The bare minimum simply doesn't trade on my stock exchange, darling.
And what do you get in return for rising to the occasion? An absolutely unforgettable experience. I promise you will have the time of your life. I am like a sexy little doll who knows how to laugh at life and always has the perfect quip at the ready. The general consensus among those who have had the privilege of sitting at my table is that I possess a brilliantly intelligent, deep conversation, and above all, a spontaneity that is downright magnetic. So now you know precisely what it takes to be on my radar.
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