The date with no name!! — Sensuality, Sex & Something else

Hello to all my devoted fans…. okay…my friends…hello to all my friends…Ya know you really should share my witty, insightful and informative blog so that maybe I could actually get some devoted fans…..Just if you do, please deny any knowledge of knowing me either now, in the past or in the future because if your friends and […]

via The date with no name!! — Sensuality, Sex & Something else

 

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish Monday through Friday at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly

Advertisements

Celebrity Sightings: Ekatarina Lisina – It’s Pretty Obvious

By now you all know I’m a legman. Legs are my thing. I just love women’s legs. So it seemed fitting I write about this extraordinary lady!

The Russian model who officially has the longest legs in the world is set to break into Hollywood after she appeared on This Morning, where presenters Holly Willoughby and Phillip Schofield used ladders to interview her.

Ekaterina Lisina, 29, whose 52.4″ legs are recognized by the Guinness World Records 2018, revealed that her newfound fame from her stint on the TV show has seen her offered an exciting film role – and admits she is being inundated by male attention.

The model, who is 6ft 9in, is already known in her hometown of Penza, Russia, for having the biggest feet for a woman – a UK size 12.

A former professional basketball player with an Olympic bronze, she has an offer for an upcoming movie called Rugby Girls, she revealed.

‘The filming will take place in England. I will have a chance to be listed in the Guinness Book as the world tallest actress too,’ she said.

‘It will be screened in two years time at the world cup in Japan.

‘It is about women’s rugby championship in 1991, mainly behind the scenes stuff.

In the US team there were two tall sports girls and I will play one of them.

‘The film is being made by famous people but I can’t name them yet.

‘They chose me because I am fluent in English. I lived in Slovakia from the age of 12, then in Hungary. I speak Slovak and Czech, too, and my English does not have an accent.’

Ekaterina also claims she has a list of growing male admirers – ‘self-assured’ men who are not frightened off by her height.

‘I don’t have problems in my private life,’ she said, stressing that men do not need to be tall to catch her eye.

‘For a long time I’ve had many admirers and now their number is growing every minute.

‘Only self-assured men are capable of approaching me.

‘Those who are not just won’t do it.’

The mother-of-one’s height runs in the family and her six-year-old son is also a giant, weighing almost 11lbs at birth.

‘Not every girl is over two metres tall but I don’t have any personal problems about it,’ she said.

‘I like my height. It is unusual – and everything unusual attracts attention.

‘I like experimenting with my looks. Not long ago I coloured my hair, and now I plan to make lots of African plaits. I can easily go out without make up.

‘Like every girl, I have my own opinion about a good-looking man. I prefer dark-haired man with brown eyes. I don’t mind the man’s height at all. I just want to meet a good man.’

Discussing her style and how she dresses her lofty frame, she explained:  ‘I love mini-skirts and short dresses. (Well done!)

‘I like jackets but if I am going out I will put on a fur coat or just a long coat. I prefer white and black colours in my clothes.’

Her height does, however, have its downsides. The daughter of two basketball players revealed: ‘I have problems on planes, especially I am not given a seat next to emergency exit or in business class, I have to stretch my legs into the aisle and I make it difficult for stewardesses to serve passengers.

‘And it is hard to buy jeans, I have to order my clothes from a tailor.’

 

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly

Crazy Dating Stories: Kim – No Funny Business

Met up with a girl I’ve been dating before, but not really talked to in years. A couple of beers turns into a dinner date and things are generally going smooth. We talk, catch up on each others life and stuff… all smiles and jokes and even some sexy flirting remembering some good old times we spent together.

We compare future dreams and it seems like we are both in the same place in life with mutual goals. And I guess that’s where it’s getting more serious, as we both want a serious, loving relationship.

After dinner, I invite her to my place for some wine and she accepts with a smile, but she says (half-joking?) that doesn’t mean I’m “getting lucky”. I half joke back that the thought of that didn’t even occur to a gentleman such as myself, and we get in the cab. (Bold faced lie)

Now the cab ride home starts putting her to sleep which I of course don’t want to happen – since I am clearly not that gentleman I pretended to be just a minute ago. I can see how she tries to fight the sleepy feelings herself but the conversations is drying out.

We get to my place and she seem to like it. She asks for a glass of water and I get it to her at the same time as I’m uncorking the wine. I excuse myself to the bathroom and come back a minute later finding her all curled up in my sofa.. but with her head towards the armrest and her feet towards the middle of the sofa. Eyes half closed.

Now I guess here is where I maybe screw up a little as I decide to be that gentleman after all and turn on some music videos and let her come to me if she wants to. I sit in the middle of the sofa but she does not move towards me. But also, she is very sleepy. So I let her sleep for a bit while I drink some wine, surf my phone and just minding my own, trying not to watch her.

After a bit she wakes up and I offer her to stay over the night or if she wanted me to order a cab. She says sure she’ll stay. I say we could go to bed right away if she wanted to but she answered that she’d like to stay up for a bit longer. “Sure, but why don’t you come over here, I promise my arm is very comfortable too?”

She declines, saying “I told you – no funny business” and I assure her that nothing is going to happen unless she is taking the first step.

A second goes by… another… and then nothing. She stays. She stays over, but she stays away at the same time. Ok.

She wakes up on the sofa maybe a half hour later and I suggest we go to bed. She says ok, asks to borrow a t-shirt. Gave her t-shirt, she goes to the bedroom and changes and a minute later I go in their finding her, in bed, with her fucking jeans still on.

I kind of laugh it off and say that she can do however she wanted, but I’m not planning to rape her so she could undress if she would like to sleep like a normal person. She lays still.

Now if that isn’t a hint enough that she wanted to be left alone then nothing is. So I let her sleep. No touching. No nothing.

She woke up early and left a thank you by text as she left my place. Now I’m confused what the hell happened here.

And to be honest, I think I spent more energy writing this blog post than I’m going to spend on finding out what she was thinking. A gentleman does not interogate his dates.

I’m tired of being a gentleman.

 

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly

Tinder Moments

The first set of these wacky Tinder profiles came out a few months ago and I had so much fun running something different on my blog, I decided to do another run. There are so many crazy people on Tinder I had to share.

Enjoy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly     Facebook: phicklephilly

Crazy Dating Stories: Cielya – An Exercise in Foolishness

This was a couple of years ago.

I met this cute girl at a hair salon when I went to get my hair cut. She seemed cool so I asked her for her number and she gave it to me. Score! We talked and texted a little here and there and a week later we met at a Mexican restaurant. She insisted that we go there, which was fine with me. I like Mexican food so why not?

We set up a time and I got there about 15 minutes early. I texted her to let her know I was there. She texted me back saying she was running a little late. No problem. Life happens. She shows up about a half hour late and to my surprise, she brought her cousin along. She never mentioned this and I thought it was strange but maybe since she doesn’t know me very well. Whatever. She barely acknowledged me when we met up in the parking lot and had a constant conversation with her cousin with nothing to say to me or lull in the conversation that I could insert myself. We go inside and get seated.

Oh wow, what are the odds, her very good friend ‘Some Guy’ was our waiter! She immediately jumps up with glee and gives ‘Some Guy’ a hug fitting for a true friend. They bullshitted for a good 5 minutes in a way that old friends do before deciding that it was time to order. She and her cousin ordered, all while bullshitting with Some Guy along the way. It was very awkward for me because it was like I wasn’t even there. At this point I realized that I wasn’t at all interested and should have just walked out. Not my proudest moment.

Eventually I ordered and Some Guy left to put the order in to the cooks. My date and her cousin just kept talking and playing on their phones while Some Guy came by every few minutes to bullshit some more with them. Eventually our food arrived and I decided I didn’t want to be there anymore. As soon as Some Guy brought the food over I asked for the bill. He brought it back as I was about half done eating. I was trying to eat quickly. It came to like 33 something. I wasnt done eating but at this point I didnt care. I stood up, dropped two 20’s on the table and walked out without saying a word. My date asked me where I was going in some kind of fake concerned or disappointed tone as I walked away. I just kept walking and didn’t look back. I kinda wish I had asked for separate bills and just paid my own and made sure not to tip a single fucking cent but it is what it is.

Funny thing though, I saw her at the grocery store a few weeks later and she rushed up to me and asked me what happened that night. I let out the biggest laugh I could muster and walked past her without saying a word.

 

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly

Cherie – Chapter 9 – Misconduct on your Birthday

“You’re hot like coffee, but sweet like chocolate”

The Wednesday before her 27th birthday arrives. The day before I had called my friend Keila, who is great at all things party and presents. I tell her my dilemma in regard to what I could get Cherie for her birthday. She offers some good suggestions.

I head to Starbucks. I get in line and ask the guy behind me what’s a good dollar amount for a gift card. He says go with $20 because Starbucks is expensive coffee. I get the card and then head to my next destination.  I walk into the shops at Liberty Place. I know Cherie likes milk chocolate so I scope out a little something of that variety. The girl working is very nice and guides me to a little box of six different kinds of truffles. Looks perfect and I know Cherie will love it. Cherie isn’t expecting anything so it’ll make it even better when I surprise her. I ask the girl if she can wrap it up and she says she can put some fancy birthday ribbon on it. I pay for it and she puts it in a fancy Godiva gift bag with some nice tissue paper around it. She asks me if I want a little card and I agree. It’s blank, which I like. I always have to put my words in cards, none of that store-bought nonsense.

I move out to the center of the mall and sit at a quiet table. I have about 30 minutes to kill so I can get things set up. I write a little witty prose in the card and put her name on the envelope. I slide the Starbucks gift card under the ribbon. Now I’ve got a great little gift for my lady.

I head over to Misconduct restaurant at 18th and JFK Blvd. I’m early, and my favorite hostess is there. (See: Mary – Unexpected Table for Two) I tell her what I’m up to and she’s down. She says she’ll hold the gift under the hostess stand next to her purse and we’ll use a code phrase when I want her to bring it to the table. She also reserves my favorite table, #12.

Cherie is texting me that she’s leaving Temple University. I know it’s going to be a nightmare for her to get down here and park. Septa has recently gone on strike again, and that always causes a great deal of major problems for the city and it’s commuters. There’ll be heavier traffic, little parking on the streets, and full parking lots. I recently spoke with an UBER driver, assuming they would be killing it during the strike, but he said no. There are so many more cars on the streets because everybody has to drive in to the city, that they aren’t getting enough fares fast enough to break even. So even the alternative taxi services are screwed when Septa strikes.

Lunch is at 12:30 but I know that Cherie won’t make it until after 1:00pm with all of this nonsense going on. I’m sitting at my table, sipping my water, looking at my phone, and chatting with the staff. I have my little surprise gift hidden and I don’t care how long it takes her to get down here, I’m just happy I’m going to see her.

She’s texting me and getting frustrated. She doesn’t want to be late, but I assure her I understand and to just be safe. She finally finds parking and says she’ll be there shortly. The server jokes that she thinks I’ve been stood up, or this is all just a lie so I could come in and chat with her and the hostess.

“You work for tips, right?”

She laughs.

Cherie arrives. She looks lovely. Custom fit black leather jacket over what appears to be a burgundy top that is low-cut in the front. As she approaches the table, I stand. Her skirt is short and grey. She is wearing black leather ankle boots. That combination showcases her shapely legs. We hug, but avoid the PDA. (Public Display of Affection) She apologizes for being late and compliments me on my patience as always. I really don’t mind waiting for her. I know she comes from a great distance most of the time. Septa has screwed up the city, and finding parking in center city is brutal. It’s not that she’s recklessly late every time. There are just extenuating circumstances that she’s constantly up against to see me.

So baby gets a pass.

She orders some crazy Cowboy Burger that I’ve never ordered and I get my usual Chicken tenders and a little bowl of mac and cheese to share.

Lunch is lovely, and the conversation and laughter are lively. The staff is on point, and the food is great as always. We get the check, and I give them my card. When the server brings it back for me to sign, I give them the code phrase. “Can you tell me when tea time is?” I didn’t come up with this line, the hostess did. She comes over and places the Godiva bag down on the table. Cherie seems really surprised.

“Happy Birthday, Cher. I know you said you didn’t want anything but me for your birthday, but I had to get you a little something.”

“What’s this? You’re so sweet!” She exclaims.  She’s looking at the candy and Starbucks card, but then goes for the little card with her name on it. Opening it quickly she reads it, and starts smiling. It reads:

“Cherie, You’re hot like coffee, but sweet like chocolate” Love, Me XO”

“Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do this.” She’s holding the little card. “I like this…”

We leave the restaurant. We’ve been there for about two hours. Her car is parked all the way down at 20th and Bainbridge. A little bit of a hike from Misconduct. She made better time than I thought. We get to the Saab and hop in. Her skirt is riding up a little. Her thighs are tantalizing. Some kissing ensues. But like I said, it’s still light out, and people are walking by, some with strollers. Her window is open, so if I’m smooching her, and I see someone with kids or a stroller approaching in the rearview mirror, I start talking about church or some bible reference. Hoping they see that we are just good christians having a heartfelt conversation about God. But once they are past, I’m back at her.

We both realize, this whole making out in the car is an invitation to the C-Blockers. We know where this relationship is heading like a speeding train. It’s inevitable. Then I get an idea. I tell her to drive. We go a few blocks east and I have her hang a left.

“When you see a parking spot anywhere up here just hop in it.” We find one right in front of a restaurant. Perfect.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. Trust me. You’ll like it.”

It’s getting dark now. I take her to the tanning salon. We walk up the stairs, but instead of going in, we throw a left and open a door to the space in the front of the building that’s unlocked and un-rented This is the spot where Achilles and I were going to open our spin bike gym. It should have been open for three months by now, but the owner decided to sell the building. That put everything on hold. Sadly, the space still remains empty. The one whole wall is glass from floor to ceiling. Great view of the night street below. People are bustling by and the street is filled with angry motorists, blowing their horns and gridlocked because of the Septa strike. The space is quiet and if feels safe above the street. I kill the ceiling fans, and throw the switch to turn off the overhead lights. Now the space is dark. There’s a leather love seat by the window. I push it across the hardwood floor to the back corner. There’s no way anyone can see us from the street. I text my co-worker and friend, Trish, (See: Trish – The She Wolf) who is next door working at the salon that I am in the empty space out front. I decide it’s better if I stop over with Cherie, and make an appearance.

We go next door. Trish is happy to see us. I introduce Cherie to Trish, and I can see they are hitting it off. I tell Trish that we don’t want to sit in a bar somewhere, so we’re just going to be next door enjoying the view and chilling. We go back to our leather love seat next door. I lock the door behind us. So no one can see us coming to the salon and no one can see us from the street.

The romance ensues. It’s such a great space. if someone said to me a year ago, that I’d be not only working at this salon, but I’d be next door in the space where I was supposed to open a spin bike gym, making out with a beautiful young woman, I’d think they were nuts. But here we were. It all felt so illicit. I knew we weren’t doing anything wrong. The space is empty, it’s 7pm at night, no one can see us, and my buddy Trish knows we’re there.

I have vowed to try to keep these stories PG-13, but the limits are slowly being pushed into R rated territory. I don’t know how I can continue to write this story about Cherie, without including some sort of 18+ warning. But maybe I can share a few things that were said over the next hour or so. (Or I will at least embellish so you get it.)

Cherie: “I like your new jeans. Have you tested the zipper enough?”

Me: What? Ohhhhh…. Who are you, Monica Lewinski?

Me: “Okay, so the top you’re wearing is just a one piece jumpsuit? Do you have to take the whole thing down to use the restroom?”

Cherie: “No. There are two snaps right here at the bottom, see?” *Snap! *Snap!

Me: “So from the eyebrows down…no hair?”

Cherie: “Oh my God… You’re incredible. That feels amazing!

You get the picture. It was just a little preview for the coming days, so to speak. It was like we had been shopping for a car for the last few dates. We took a couple out for a little test drive that night, and were ready to make a purchase the next time we we’re together. It was simply inevitable. We literally couldn’t take it anymore. The great thing was. She’s not much of a drinker, so after all of our dates, I have never had one drop of alcohol or smoked a cigarette around her. I don’t mind, because when I’m with Cherie, I want for nothing but her and her alone. It feels great.

So after that bit of third base activity, we decide to get out of there. I walk her to her car and kiss her goodnight. I’m only a few blocks from my house so I head home. It feels nice to walk in the cool October night and reflect on our passion. Cherie said she wants me for her birthday and I want to grant her wish. I just need to figure where and how I can make that happen.

Cherie and I have reached critical mass and something has to be done.

 

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly

 

Tales of Rock – Phil Spector Kidnaps The Ramones

Legendary producer and songwriter Phil Spector is one of those guys who is batshit insane, but you’d never know it from his calm, reassuring exterior.

Like the time he put a loaded gun to Leonard Cohen’s head. Or that one time when he fired a shot in the studio while he was working with John Lennon. Or all of the other times he allegedly pulled guns on the artists he worked with. But if one incident takes the cake over all of them, it would be the time when Phil allegedly held The Ramones at gunpoint, while working on their End of the Century album.

According to bassist Dee Dee Ramone, while in the studio Phil pulled Joey Ramone away for a private meeting. Dee Dee went off in search of the pair, at which point he says Spector emerged at the top of a staircase, waving a pistol around.

After Dee Dee objected to, you know, having a gun pulled on him and shit, he told Phil he was leaving. That he did this instead of, say, diving behind a piece of furniture while screaming, indicates that the sight of Spector with a gun wasn’t all that uncommon.

At that point, Spector allegedly pointed the gun at Dee Dee’s chest and motioned for the rest of the band to return to the piano room. Then, with the band captive in the locked room, he sat at a piano and made the band listen to him sing “Baby, I Love You.”

Repeatedly.

Until 4:30 in the morning.

But on the bright side, at least nobody got shot in the face!

 

Thank you for reading my blog. Please read, like, comment, and most of all follow Phicklephilly. I publish every day at 8am EST.

Instagram: @phicklephilly    Facebook: phicklephilly