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Imi was born and raised in Europe, Hungary. After finishing his school years, he moved to Canada to search for a better life. He lived in Toronto for 13 years and currently resides in Vancouver. He is a romantic at heart with a strong desire to always do the right thing. He would like to give hope to the Chinese and Asian ladies with his story and send a message that love eventually finds everybody.
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Are You a Player?    

By Imi
7103 Views | 56 Comments | 12/22/2015 12:49:59 PM

"Are you a player?" A Chinese woman had asked me this question a long time ago when we talked on QQ one day.



“Yes, I am a player, and I consider myself to be a good one,” I answered.



“Why do you like to talk about this game so much?” she asked.



“Because a good player always knows what his opponent's strengths and weaknesses are. I think you could be a good player, too, you just don't know, yet.”



Of course, we were talking about sex, and I realized after she told me about her life that she wasn't experienced in it. I wanted to open her eyes so she'd look at this game from a point of view other than a taboo topic like most Chinese people do.



“How do you know that I would be a good player?”



“I know because you are curious, and recently you are not afraid of talking about this topic. I've never understood why people who were intimate with each other couldn't discuss this important thing in their lives.”



“Is sex important to you?”



“Yes, of course, it's part of life. You don't like sex?”



“I like sex, but I don't really like to talk about it.”



“Okay. Do you like music?”



“Yes, of course.”



“Do you like to talk about music?”



“Yes.”



“Then try to imagine that sex is just like music, and you can talk about it with your husband or boyfriend in private. And if you talk, then you could learn what kind of music he likes and vice versa. If you look at the shape of a violin, it looks like a woman's body and a really good musician knows how to make beautiful sounds with his bow on his violin. Do you understand what I mean?”



“Yes. Hehehe . . . You like to play music on women's bodies.”



Not every woman. Only one woman's body, and not just music. When two people really got to know each other's music, they can create a whole symphony.”



“I want to turn the camera off,” she said.



“Why?”



“Because I want to ask you something, and I don't want you to look at me when I do it.”



We turned the camera off and the audio as well.



“What would you like to ask me?” I typed.



“What kind of music would you play on me?”



“Always the sort that would create a beautiful sound out of you.”



“How would you like to play your music on me?” she asked.



“I don't think you are ready to hear that.”



“I am ready, and I want to hear it, but wait for a second, I'll pour another glass of wine, and I'll be right back,” she said.



My brain went into overdrive, desperately searching the right words to explain to this Chinese woman how I would make love to her.



“Come on man, think! Try to find some helpful metaphors and synonyms.” I tried to encourage myself.



Then, I'd found it.



Yes, that is the safest if I just stick to the music theme.



“I'm back.” She typed.



“Okay. Are you sure you want to hear this?” I asked her as I still tried to buy some valuable seconds for my brain to come up with a comprehensible thread that could represent my filthy thoughts in a nice way to this half tipsy Chinese woman without losing her interest in me.



“Yes, I am.”



“Okay. Do you remember the song, actually, two songs that I sent you as a medley, Prelude and Nostalgia by Yanni?”



“Yes, they are very nice.”



“Put the songs on. Turn the audio on as well so I can hear it, too,” I asked her. “You just listen to the music, and I will type how I want to make love to you, OK?”



“OK.”



The music had started.



“This is the Armenian Duduk that plays this very simple, calm, soothing melody. We are calm, too. We're just looking into each other's eyes in bed. No talking. We just feel the calmness because we both know what is going to happen. Then I kiss your neck and ear softly and whisper how beautiful you are. My animal instinct kicks in when the first violin enters with the long coarse note and after just plays without any melody–improvising. My eyes and my mind are getting drunk from the beauty of your naked body. My desire makes my breathing heavy, and I can't think clearly. I feel the rush to do everything to you all at once. I can't make up my mind about where I should start. You see my hungry eyes as they are looking at your whole body up and down. You get shy and cover yourself with your hands. I grab them and pull them off your body. You try to resist faintly, but you feel my power, and you give in.”



“Are you still here?” I typed.



“Yes.”



“When the violin finally comes up with this lovely melody, then I kiss you, and you feel my hunger as I bite your lips gently. I turn you over onto your stomach and lower my body onto your back. I bite your shoulder where it meets with your neck. You feel the shiver that runs down from the top of your head all the way down to the bottom of your spine. You turn your head back and ask for a kiss with your eyes. When the second violin comes in with this amazing melody, I kiss you, passionately, and I can hear your heavy breathing. Your body answers mine with this sweet melody and tries to soothe my longing for your body. I bury my face in your long black hair, and the scent of it makes me even more drunk, reminding me of every moment that we shared. My fingers fondly caress your skin along your spine all the way down to your small waist where it grabs those tiny, firm buns that were curved into perfection, and I had looked at them many times when you walked in front of me. I can't hold my hunger back any longer. I turn you over and want to feel, touch, taste all of your beauties, and as I do, you make the first deep moan that is the most pleasing sound to my ears. I'm playing with your sweetness until I realize your body is tuned in, begging to play the whole symphony . . .”



“As the Duduk returns with the same calm melody, I look at your eyes filled up with desire, passion, and hunger. You are beautiful and lying under my avid gaze, and what we feel in our hearts for each other becomes alive in our flaming bodies. I enter gently as the piano comes in with a prolonged first note. I hear your deep sigh of pleasure. The heat that surrounds you and me at this tight place is fed by our most secret desire. We move . . . feel . . . moan together . . . we are finally one. There is nothing else that exists for me, only you at this moment, and I'd do anything to see your blissful face and create a whole symphony of pleasure . . .”



“Then, this Asian woman comes in with the violin and starts playing, but she is not an Asian woman anymore; she is just a woman in the band, just like you, who becomes only a woman in my arms without bashfulness, tradition, and prying eyes. You've become part of me. We have ached for this moment. Our bodies are in sweet agony . . . and all of our love . . . from our . . .”



I suddenly stopped because I saw this penguin on my monitor with a red scarf on, showing me with the clock on its legs that the Chinese woman was away from the computer.



“Are you here?” I typed.Nothing. I gave her a nudge. Nothing.



Did she go to grab another glass of wine or what?



“Are you there?” I asked when the music stopped and heard her after a few seconds.



“Oh, I'm sorry, I fell asleep! I must have had too much wine . . . Oh . . . You wrote a lot! I am sorry, I'll go to bed! I'll read it tomorrow. Bye,” she said and logged off.



Man!!! I sat in front of my computer with the whole orchestra crowded in my pants, watching my baton (I would love to say that in admiration, but no...), waiting for my last signal to play the last glorious note, and nothing was happening.



What an embarrassment! Now, she was going to read this whole thing tomorrow without the sweet haze of her mind. I need to take a cold shower, or maybe it's too late for that, I thought as I was going towards the bathroom.



The next day, I asked her if she had read the dialogue from last night. She said she did and also told me that I had a vivid description of things, but I must be a very good player. I took that as a positive note with the hope that one day, she would let me play the last few notes to her from my instrument.


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#2015-12-22 13:42:52 by JohnAbbot @JohnAbbot

Imi, sometimes I find myself at a loss for words when I read a blog, and this is one of those times. I don't know whether to laugh with you or laugh at you, whether to sympathize with your plight during what happened or laugh a little at what seems to me to be almost a self inflicted wound.

I just cannot imagine, I guess, getting into a situation with a Chinese woman, or at least one I was not already extremely familiar with, in which I would embark on a lengthy story IN ENGLISH, relating to sex in a vague and somewhat complicated way due to the nature of the metaphor being used, knowing that she was embarking at the same time on a second or maybe third GLASS OF WINE.

I say this because in my experience the telling of the tale in English is already likely to lead to fatigue on her part as she struggles to understand. Toss in the fact that the story relies on the use of metaphor and you have doubled the possibility of boredom and sleepiness setting in.

But add to that she was consuming alcohol in the process, and I would say it was nearly impossible to hope she wouldn't fall asleep before you were done. Chinese women are not good drinkers, in the sense that they cannot hold their alcohol.

My wife, in the consumption of a single 6 ounce glass of wine, will run the gamut from perfectly sober, to a little giggly, to talking non-stop except to break into fits of laughter, to starting to slur her words a bit and being uneasy on her feat, needing to lie down before she falls down, dead asleep. And that's in a party of friends enjoying lively conversation, not sitting and reading a lengthy message in English and trying to understand the hidden meaning.

In my opinion you had absolutely no hope whatsoever that the Chinese lady reading your erotic tale would do anything except pass out in the middle of it. I do realize that there must be a Chinese woman out there somewhere who can hold her alcohol, but I have never met one.

However, I do give you full credit for trying to advance the mating process in the face of such long odds. Hopefully she did appreciate your story enough that you were able to consummate the relationship sometime down the road.

Cheers, mate. Interesting read.

#2015-12-23 02:56:43 by Imi5922 @Imi5922

John, to me, it really doesn't matter if you laugh with me or at me. As long as you laugh, I achieved what this article was intended for - to entertain and have some kind of reaction from the readers.

Having said that, it has a very pressing content hidden between the lines, which I encountered every time, I have started to talk to a Chinese woman online or in person. I would like to talk about that problem more in a kind of funny way, nevertheless, with serious purposes, in my next long series, starting at the beginning of the new year.

Thanks for your comments!

#2015-12-23 11:58:36 by Barry1 @Barry1

@Imi5922

Imi, you know that I admire your latest writing.

I feel also that I can be direct with you.

But reading this latest article gave me the impression that you'd made a fool of yourself in endlessly droning on about utter romantic BS, even to the extent that the poor bored lady fell asleep during the process!

I empathise with her, as I also felt like nodding off, half way through reading the long winded diatribe.

You need to be more practical and understanding of women, Imi. Try to be a MAN'S MAN, not a soppy jellyfish.

Women love men who are muscular and strong and who can drink beer, laugh loudly and dance like no one's watching. Men who are a little rough, a little grizzled, without going to extremes. Not men who espouse nothing but endless dreary, maudlin platitudes about saccharine sentimentality.

Go to the local bar and get drunk, Imi. Do yourself a favour. Become blotto. Maybe snort like a pig and then spit on the floor to show the world how tough you really are. Demonstrate that in fact you're not just another overwrought, over-emotional dreamer.

My earnest advice is to stop this parade of romantic drivel or you'll never get a lady to love you for the long term. Abandon this soppy, sloshy, slushy, sickening sentimentality.

I'm trying to help you, Imi. Please don't criticise the messenger simply because you don't like the message, however true it may be.


So from now on - and I feel I can speak for everyone here, ladies included - NO MORE of this tear-jerking, tender twattishness from you.

I hope you agree, okay? :^)

#2015-12-23 21:49:46 by paulfox1 @paulfox1

@Barry1

You used a few rare adjectives to describe Imi's blog here and it reminded me of something I was doing at work regarding adjectives

In my case, they were words such as....

Insipid
Ennuant
Swashy
Decarbonated
Cloying
Monotonic
Repugnant
Ponderous
Innocuous
Lacklustre, and Sickly

All of which could be used to describe this blog, in my humble opinion

#2015-12-24 00:24:48 by Imi5922 @Imi5922

Are You a Messenger?

"Are you a messenger?" a Chinese woman asked Barry.

"Yes, I am a messenger, but not just an ordinary messenger. I am THE MESSENGER," Barry said as a conceited expression dawned on his aging face.

"What is the difference between a messenger and THE MESSENGER?" the woman asked, intrigued.

"An ordinary messenger can't deliver the same message that I can. I am the best of the best with my overly sophisticated words. Also, I was born in Australia and hung upside-down long enough Down Under to replace my intellect with full bull crap and arrogance."

"And what is your message, mighty Messenger?"

"My message is that we need to stop this "saccharine sentimentality" on the CLM pages and talk more about scooping shit out of toilets, real man stuff like when I talked to my buddies about my pink shirt in the comments, endlessly, when I talked about how I dyed my hair and where my matching PJs come from, and how I'm going to use my girlfriend's face mask in the future to make the sagging skin on my face young again - you know, real manly stuff."

"Who asked you to deliver this message?"

"I'm delivering this message on behalf of all CLM members."

"Really? I'm one of them, but I have never heard about this message. Isn't it that, Barry, this is your own message, but you are too afraid of delivering it and you rather chose to hide behind the crowd like a coward? And while we are at it, let me ask you, why do you think that CLM members can't express their own feelings about something that they don't like? I think the blogger is so comfortable in his skin that he doesn't even care about making a fool of himself in his article. You are not going to change his mind with your chickenshit comment. This is his style, and he already told you that he was here for the women not for the men. Why do you even bother to read his blog? Why do you even bother to write a comment if you almost fell asleep halfway through it? Why don't you just go back and finish your China Trip blog with another fifty, boringly long, segments? In there, you can talk about your shitty stuff: criticizing bus drivers, taxi drivers, people on their phones talking loudly on the street, squat toilets, endlessly. Why can't you sit back and observe the once-in-a- lifetime experience? Why can't you accept the fact that there are people in the world who are different than you are, and if you don't like them, you have to leave, not them? I'm glad I'm not like you!!!"

Barry, thank you for your informative comment. I had no idea how much help you needed in this area. I realize now that Tina is even more amazing than I first thought.

#2015-12-24 07:37:45 by brisbaneboy @brisbaneboy

Hi Imi,
Save this kind of talk for your gf or wife. It is foolish to talk about sex with any other girl. Some guys think it's cool to be very crude and they might get "lucky" if they do it.
Some do, but believe me this kind of girl is not worth it that would respond in this way.
When I looked for a partner on CLM I had 2 rules I stuck to. Even before knowing much about the way Chinese girls think.
The first was she must not have a picture showing cleavage or her boobs hanging out. The second was, when talking to her don't mention sex.
I found someone very nice here and now we are married. I probably broke the rule of moving too fast. We got married after knowing each other 8 months. I flew to meet her in Beijing after knowing her for 2 and a half months. We spent a month together. Then I returned home and we planned to get married the next time I returned.
I nearly backed out just before we got married because we were still learning about each other and adapting but I can tell you now I do not regret.
She is the most beautiful person to be with and we are growing together more as we learn each others ways.
I don't agree with Barry's advice to go and drink and before I tell you why I will admit I have put plenty down the hatch when I was younger thinking this way. Guys think when they drink they become cool like James Bond sipping martini's but really most become gorillas that scratch their ass and beat their chest.
Alcohol is not the way to "improve" oneself or find a serious partner.
But I do agree that the "sloppy romantic talk" is best left alone until you find the right girl who appreciates it.
For the record my wife likes the way you wrote. Fortunately her English reading is very good. Better than understanding my Aussie accent. lol.
I think your metaphors were good too. I hope you find a girl almost as good as my wife.
I say almost because I think I have found the best one. You will have to be content with the next.
;)

#2015-12-24 15:58:55 by paulfox1 @paulfox1

Imi

I agree 100% with what @Brisbane boy has said.
I also respect your writing and all of us bloggers know that your style of writing is different to most. That said, the 'attack' from Barry, as well as my own comments, were in fact, talking about your BLOG and not you personally.

I usually enjoy your blogs Imi, but this time I quit when I was halfway through, for reasons that should be obvious to most male CLM members (in my opinion)
That said, there was NO NEED for you to attack Barry PERSONALLY in the way you did.
'Sagging Face'???
Everyone gets old, and hopefully you will too, one day......

Attack a fellow bloggers BLOG, by all means, but as for personal attacks....? I think you owe Barry an apology

Incidentally, Barry's 'scooping shit out of toilets' blogs also came under attack - me included - but his writing was attacked, not him!

#2015-12-24 18:18:00 by Macchap @Macchap

Revision 4.

@Barry1

I too feel that I can be direct with you, Barry. What do you expect from Imi, that he stops writing stuff because you qualify it as soppy, sloshy, slushy, sickening sentimentality? How many people have commented on your “China trip” blog entries as – in my own words – long-winded, verbose? “Shorten up that hook, we don’t need it that long?” Precisely. That hasn’t kept you from sharing your experiences with us, has it? That is what the blogs/forum are about. So from now on - and I feel I can speak for everyone here, ladies included - when a certain topic isn’t your cup of tea, do yourself a favour and skip it. Spend that time to learn some Mandarin. Agree? :)

As I recall Imi has a female friend in China thus he must be doing something right.

That’ll do it for now.

#2015-12-24 19:50:13 by anonymous14319 @anonymous14319

I am surprised to read you gentlemen feel uncomfortable for the blog. As a woman, I think it's a normal/natural phenomenon online, though some of us won't do like that.

Talking or writing about sex/making love is not a shame or sickly thing here on CLM. This is also a popular/hot topic for Chinese women too, because nearly all of men want to sleep together when they plan to meet women, some women struggled whether they would agree or not, some even thought if they sleep with a man, then they would hope to go on or even marry. Western men have different thoughts, you can have sex/ make love with any woman you like, it doesn't mean love for you sometimes. That's a huge problem for Chinese women.

In the blog, we don't know how far the blogger and the woman's relationship went on, so we don't need to judge their behaviour online. They were just open their hearts in words.

Besides, some men or women will find a sex partner too easily in life. Some won't, they prefer staying alone or just wait for their truth love. The woman was alone, she asked to turn off the camera, she was drinking wine when she was online, it didn't mean she was a bad or poor woman.

#2015-12-24 20:36:06 by anonymous14320 @anonymous14320

Haha Imi, I totally agree with you no those comments, please allow me to quote here:

"My message is that we need to stop this "saccharine sentimentality" on the CLM pages and talk more about scooping shit out of toilets, real man stuff like ..."

You really gave me a good laugh by that. Bravo Imi.

"And while we are at it, let me ask you, why do you think that CLM members can't express their own feelings about something that they don't like?... Why do you even bother to read his blog? Why do you even bother to write a comment if you almost fell asleep halfway through it? Why don't you just go back and finish your China Trip blog with another fifty, boringly long, segments? In there, you can talk about your shitty stuff: criticizing bus drivers, taxi drivers, people on their phones talking loudly on the street, squat toilets, endlessly. Why can't you sit back and observe the once-in-a- lifetime experience? Why can't you accept the fact that there are people in the world who are different than you are, and if you don't like them, you have to leave, not them? I'm glad I'm not like you!!!"

Very good Imi, I think Barry is the least qualified in here to advise people what to write about since he kept (or still keeps?) talking about SHIT with those long boring blog series while others have suggested him to stop long ago.

" I realize now that Tina is even more amazing than I first thought. "
I have to agree too.

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