My Favorite Martin Part 4: How a T-Girl Can Get Her Man
For the past few months Linda Jensen has been telling us about her relationship with Martin, a fine gentleman, a professional engineer and an admirer of crossdressers. In this column Linda meets Martin, at an exclusive Toronto hotel. He offers Linda his advice on how a crossdresser can make herself attractive to the (not quite) opposite sex.
The previous time Martin and I were together he had opened up to me as to how he became attracted to t-girls, crossdressers mainly, and what kept him interested. So when we were to meet in Toronto about a year later I took extra care to make sure I was following what I’d come to call his “commandment”: “Thou shall dress to emphasize and honor female sexuality.”
We were to meet in the bar at the famous Royal York Hotel before going to dinner at one of the hotel restaurants. This was a big vote of confidence for me as there was a good chance that Martin would encounter some of his fellow conference attendees. He thought of everything. He had arranged to pick up an observer badge for me. If we were to meet any of his colleagues they would think that we were just two convention goers that had agreed to have drinks and dinner together. It also helped that this was the night before the full convention started.
As I recall I wore a navy blue two-piece business suit with the skirt well above the knees and a pale blue camisole under the jacket. I usually was more comfortable in flats when out in the “straight world” but in deference to Martin I opted for navy blue two inch open-toed pumps. I was certainly someone to “look up to” but I think I carried it off with grace. Underneath I was wearing a garter belt and stockings with my gaffe and thong outside the garter belt. I knew that some point in the evening that arrangement would come in handy. I also wore Martin’s favorite perfume, Perhaps, by Bob Mackie.
A few heads turned as I walked in to the hotel lounge but the looks I was getting were ones of disappointment that the person they were waiting for had not arrived. The only person who paid any particular attention was Martin who stood and waved discreetly. We met and kissed lightly on the cheek. Martin held my chair so I could be seated. He quietly passed me my observer badge so I could feel part of the crowd. I pinned it to my jacket lapel.
We engaged in the usual small talk to get caught up on the affairs of our lives as Martin ordered and the waitress brought my drink. As she bent over to serve the drink and as she walked away Martin and I were both admiring the same sexy curves. “Nice ass,” we said in unison.
Small talk aside I was determined to get to the core of how Martin decided which t-girl would be the one for him. What was it that attracted him to one girl and not another?
“Okay, so you want more of my history?” he asked and before I could say “not really” Martin was laying out the unfinished pieces of his puzzle.
“When I first started meeting girls at the Queen Mary to some point I was okay with the t-girl thing but only insofar as her lower parts weren’t on display or involved in the sex play in any manner.”
“Bummer,” I interjected, having no luck resisting the bad pun.
“That went away eventually, but only in a very gradual way. I guess you could say that I liked t-girls first only as more accessible and generally much more feminine women.”
“But you play with me pretty freely?” We bantered a bit about our past and upcoming sex play before I moved the conversation along. “So let’s say you know this t-girl who is new to going out and she wants to get in to a relationship with a man. What advice would you give the girls wanting to hook up with a “quality man”?
“Quality man? I like that. I’d tell her to first and foremost, to always be as feminine as possible. Not just in her appearance, but in learning womanly mannerisms.”
“Like walking, voice and posture?” I asked.
“Yes and a lot of other small things too,” he replied. “The way she holds her drink, smiles and laughs is important. So is grooming. If a girl looks feminine on the surface but has bad breath or body odor: that is such a turn-off.”
“I learned that one early. I also learned that old odors linger in unwashed clothing and come out when activated by body heat.”
“Too right there,” Martin continued, “Then be confident in going out in public. Don’t assume that because someone is looking at you that they are reading you and disapproving. Always imagine that anyone who might be staring at you is simply dumbstruck at your gorgeousness, and act accordingly.”
“Thatâ’s good advice. I’ll follow it.”
Martin smirked and said, “You’re kidding, right? What I most like about you and our times together is that you are all of the above — you are absolutely fearless. I can’t think of anything I don’t like. You dress and do your make-up immaculately. Your voice is low but a sexy low. I’ve been to your hotel room so I know you travel with several perfumes but you always remember my favorite. Also, you are always ready to go anywhere.”
“Well if it’s anywhere with you then yes I am.”
“That’s good because tomorrow night the Cubs start a series with the Blue Jays and I have tickets for us to see the game. We’ll be five rows behind the Cubs dugout. We’ll probably meet some of the players.”
“Wow, that’s great. Do you mind if I root for the Jays?” It was the first time the teams had met in inter-league play. It also dawned on me that I was not the only reason that Martin had decided to attend this conference in Toronto. He knew his beloved Cubbies would also be in town.
“Yes I would mind!”
“Okay, I won’t. But come on lets get back to the subject at hand. I’m thinking of writing an article. What else should a t-girl do to meet the quality man of her dreams?”
Martin responded thoughtfully, “I don’t think that I have ever thought from a t-girl’s perspective of how best to go about meeting a man for a relationship. I am not even sure of what, as you say, a quality man might be. But, I can at least give you some thoughts on the subject from my own perspective.
One of my first thoughts upon noticing a t-girl in a club or in an e-mail exchange for that matter is how would I feel being with this person in public? This is not to say that I would not make advances on a girl for being too slutty or trashy, but it would be only for a fall-back one-nighter, and certainly not be for any kind of a sustaining relationship. In the latter case I would look most favorably on someone who is presentable, feminine, and –” above all — intelligent.
With me at least, and there is no rationale for it, shoes are a big thing in an initial attraction. Classic stiletto pumps, with heels that are height appropriate, are a major attractor. Heels that are too high makes a girl look like a slut that is risking a broken ankle while heels that are too short makes me think a girl is too self conscious. To make a good first impression, in my opinion, a girl should avoid wearing overly exotic shoes just as much as flats and other old maid looking shoes.”
“What do you mean by exotic shoes?”
“You know; the ones with lots of straps.”
“So, to the extent that I qualify as a quality man, my advice to t-girls wanting to attract such for a longer relationship she should be conservatively but elegantly dressed, and capable of intelligent conversations about the world at large, not just be catty about the others around the club.”
“She should appear interested but not easy?” I commented.
“That’s a good way of putting it. And presuming that we are not just talking about a one-night stand here she must be comfortable in going out to restaurants, theaters and other public places.”
“In other words,” I asked,”a t-girl attracts a quality man in exactly the same way as a genetic woman would get one?”
“Precisely,” Martin replied.
Just then the hostess came from the restaurant to say that our dinner table was ready. We moved on and so did our conversation.
The evening was a complete success and so was the ball game the next night. Later I asked Martin what advice he would give to other admirers wanting to seek out the company of a special t-girl. His response: “No way. I don’t need the competition!”I don’t think that is a worry Martin would have but so far he has chosen not to share his secrets for success. However, in truth, they are embedded in these last four articles. I hope you have enjoyed these insights into the mind of a ‘t-girl admirer.’
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