Sarika – Curing Arachnophobia

After working so many days, I’ve finally gotten some free time. What better way to spend that time than in the company of the most beautiful woman you know. It’s been awhile since I saw Sarika, and she’s as gorgeous ever.

I had texted her last week but she was traveling for her job. Sarika is Lead Project Manager of a Direct Factory Shipping global re-engineering project to optimize supply chain efficiency and improve customer experience. Kaizen facilitator trained. Utilized lean six sigma principles daily for rapid planning events, Kaizen events, and long term projects. Heavy emphasis on data mining and analysis, process mapping and project management.

Sarika presented at the American Society of Cell Biology’s 49th Annual Meeting, December 5-9, 2009 in San Diego, CA. She’s pretty great.

I know in the past I’ve had some issues with Sarika but when I think back on it now, it’s all a bunch of bullshit. She’s never done anything to hurt me. I think I was just being a foolish, bitter bitch. Because Sarika is a delight to be around. She’s smart, she’s sexy, and she’s got a sharp wit. You don’t get a B.S. in Biomedical Science by being and idiot.

I entitled this piece “Curing Arachnophobia” because I need to cut the shit about Sarika being the black widow and all that nonsense. I’m evolving as I move forward on this journey. I’ve talked some smack on some people and I will in the future if I have to, but I’m done labeling people as good guys and bad guys.

Sarika lives her own life and lives very well. I should be honored she still wants to meet up with me for drinks when she’s in town. She’s more of a genuine person than half the people I know.

I recently discovered some new things about Sarika. She’s done skydiving. She’s never talked about that.

A close friend of hers in college was murdered during a botched robbery in 2013. That was about a year before I met her. That must have been horrible. The dude was a medical student that was going to be a doctor, and some piece of garbage shot the guy in the prime of his life. Sarika was even interviewed on TV about it. That’s awful. She was good friends with the guy for seven years before his life was cut short.

Other than that, she’s had the normal ups and downs of a bright girl navigating her way through her twenties. I’ve learned much writing this blog. You’ve gotta cut the static and just focus on who’s good in your life. If not for my ex friend Keila, (See: Keila – 2012 to 2017 – The Gaza Stripper) I would have never met Sarika. But Sarika has survived and I cut Keila off months ago when she betrayed my dear friend, Alice. (See: Alice – 2012 to Present – The Cute Recruiter)

I’m sitting at the bar and chatting with Roman the bartender. (See: Roman – 2012 to Present – Rock n’ Roll Bartender)

Sarika enters Square 1682 and sits next to me at the bar. She looks lovely as always, her raven hair, pulled to the side in a single braid, her creamy caramel skin glows, and she ignites the bar when she smiles.

The perfect name for this blog is phicklephilly, because I’m so fickle. Sarika’s one of the only ones left that came through Keila. I love Sarika.

She’s great.

I also find out that she has a guy she’s seeing that she likes very much. He lives in Florida I think. I checked him out on her Facebook and he looks like a good guy. He’s a little younger that Sarika, but she’s young at heart. I’m sure he loves her. He works as a plumber she said. I like that he has a trade, unlike so many people today that can’t do anything mechanical. I wish them both a lot of love and luck in their relationship.

She has the money and means to fly anywhere and meet with him. In this day and age you can pull off a long distance relationship if both parties can handle it. I certainly could. I’d probably prefer it at this point. It would be great if I could just see someone a couple of times a month and I’d be fine. I’ve just gotten to the point where I don’t need that much attention and enjoy my alone time.

After a few drinks at Square, we decide to go to Mix Pizza for a slice. I like that we did drinks and now we’re getting food together. I don’t know if we’ve ever done that before. I love Mix Pizza. She gets some sort of healthy type slice and I just go with straight up plain. It was so good I went for a 2nd slice.

After that I walked her home to Rittenhouse Square. It was a lovely evening with an even lovelier girl. I’m glad I’m still friends with the prettiest girl I know.

I’m glad she’s doing well and I hope to get to see Sarika again soon. I had a fun night with her.

 

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