Singapore.
Early September 2020.
Finally!
I managed to get an appointment for my half yearly consultation wth Dr C, the prepossessing gynaecologist.
My last consultation was in December 2019. I had been yearning for this Covid-19 postponed consultation, post my chitsu and panty liner "ordeal" (which I previously wrote about, in this forum).
Absolutely nothing wrong with my chitsu this time around. It was my naughty self that desired for some physio and psychoanalysis.
If that single mother can "chijio" the minds of dumb forum plodders here, I am sure my "chijio-ing" of a HIGH SES Dr C, renders me more milage, at least for my carnal gratification.
Dr C and I were talking about my chitsu. Intentionally, I chronicled all my sexual partners from A Levels pre university days to present, and what we usually do during those private romantic trysts.
Dr C made no attempt to interrupt me, nor revert my narration back to the proper chitsu medical discussion. At that instant, I knew I had chijio-ed his mind, precipitating his carnal desires, triggering his tantric chakra imaginations.
I made eye contact with him. Dr C was clearly aroused. He had that innocent school boy's shy lust, painted all over his face. I didn’t want him to know, so I looked away toward the sink in his cozy consultation room. I could see his reflection in the mirror above the sink.
He had taken a quick glance at his groin. I acted like I didn’t see it, but when I looked back at him in his eyes, he was blushing.
Nervously he said, “I hope you don’t think I am getting any voyeuristic ideas about what you have just told me”.
I replied, “Of course not, Doc. You are a professional doctor, a well known specialist in Singapore. That's why I trust you enough to tell you everything about myself. I am sure everything is confidential, right, Doc?”
And he said with an unsmiling look on his red blushing face, “Yes.”
Credit to Dr C, he did sound earnest and genuine. A gentleman, nonetheless. However, given my experience with men, I knew for sure that he was aroused, and I have successfully chijio-ed his mind.
By the time we finished, it was already half past five in the evening. I was his last patient, so I suggested dinner. He made a call home (to his wife? girlfriend? oh heck! it doesn't matter!), while I waited oustide his consultation room. The rest is history.
Well, I know for sure that I will be getting free gynaecological consultations, post our stride of pride.
Two salient learnings:
1. Being a chijio and "chijio-ing" men's mind is fine, provided your target is a HIGH SES elite. It's absolutely a vacuous idea if your target comes from a pool of poor, dull-witted, "can eat, don't waste", LOW SES Sammyboy forum plodders, who are mostly poor retirees, and or jobless good for nothing men.
2. All men are intuitively chikans. Dr C, a medical doctor, who has taken his Hippocratic Oath, was no exception. Beneath that white gown, he is a veritable chikan.
“I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous.”
Really?
Early September 2020.
Finally!
I managed to get an appointment for my half yearly consultation wth Dr C, the prepossessing gynaecologist.
My last consultation was in December 2019. I had been yearning for this Covid-19 postponed consultation, post my chitsu and panty liner "ordeal" (which I previously wrote about, in this forum).
Absolutely nothing wrong with my chitsu this time around. It was my naughty self that desired for some physio and psychoanalysis.
If that single mother can "chijio" the minds of dumb forum plodders here, I am sure my "chijio-ing" of a HIGH SES Dr C, renders me more milage, at least for my carnal gratification.
Dr C and I were talking about my chitsu. Intentionally, I chronicled all my sexual partners from A Levels pre university days to present, and what we usually do during those private romantic trysts.
Dr C made no attempt to interrupt me, nor revert my narration back to the proper chitsu medical discussion. At that instant, I knew I had chijio-ed his mind, precipitating his carnal desires, triggering his tantric chakra imaginations.
I made eye contact with him. Dr C was clearly aroused. He had that innocent school boy's shy lust, painted all over his face. I didn’t want him to know, so I looked away toward the sink in his cozy consultation room. I could see his reflection in the mirror above the sink.
He had taken a quick glance at his groin. I acted like I didn’t see it, but when I looked back at him in his eyes, he was blushing.
Nervously he said, “I hope you don’t think I am getting any voyeuristic ideas about what you have just told me”.
I replied, “Of course not, Doc. You are a professional doctor, a well known specialist in Singapore. That's why I trust you enough to tell you everything about myself. I am sure everything is confidential, right, Doc?”
And he said with an unsmiling look on his red blushing face, “Yes.”
Credit to Dr C, he did sound earnest and genuine. A gentleman, nonetheless. However, given my experience with men, I knew for sure that he was aroused, and I have successfully chijio-ed his mind.
By the time we finished, it was already half past five in the evening. I was his last patient, so I suggested dinner. He made a call home (to his wife? girlfriend? oh heck! it doesn't matter!), while I waited oustide his consultation room. The rest is history.
Well, I know for sure that I will be getting free gynaecological consultations, post our stride of pride.
Two salient learnings:
1. Being a chijio and "chijio-ing" men's mind is fine, provided your target is a HIGH SES elite. It's absolutely a vacuous idea if your target comes from a pool of poor, dull-witted, "can eat, don't waste", LOW SES Sammyboy forum plodders, who are mostly poor retirees, and or jobless good for nothing men.
2. All men are intuitively chikans. Dr C, a medical doctor, who has taken his Hippocratic Oath, was no exception. Beneath that white gown, he is a veritable chikan.
“I will follow that system of regimen which, according to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients, and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous.”
Really?
