I go into the credit union today and my love is there. Alicia is at her post and not doing anything. This is nuts. It’s almost like I’m creating scenarios for the blog.
But I feel like after three years there is a comfort in my literary work and how I much I enjoy creating new stories. I love to work and be busy, but there’s always something wonderful that snakes its way into my life to drive me forward to write new material.
There are so many old stories and a rich catalog of history that I’m very busy telling those tales. But I love that there’s always a new kink in the armor to get me going again with fresh material.
I’ve written about quiet Alicia and the mystery of my favorite teller but I’m going to press forward with her to see if I can get a story from her.
It really comes down to she always seems to do my deposits and those fuzzy forearms that are some sort of sexual trigger for me. It’s nuts, but she’s just another fascinating character in the phicklephilly universe.
Normally the world would be grossed out by her hair. I love her arms and love that she bares them all of the time. In a world of a bunch of insecure guys that have only learned about women through pornography where every thing is shaved to be technically ready for porn cameras for more detail, it has changed the culture.
I hate that.
It’s foolish. Let women rule their own bodies.
I can’t believe I’m talking about body hair and a teller at my credit union.
But I fancy her, so I’m going to see what happens until they lock me up for inappropriate behavior.
I go in with a cash deposit. It’s about a week after my last one, so all good. This one pale girl says, “Next member.”
I ignore her and go to Alicia.
Arms are bare and furry as ever. I love her and her fuzz. She doesn’t cover them and doesn’t shave or wax them. I love my Alicia.
“Last time I was in here you looked like you were headed out to lunch.”
“Where do you normally go to lunch?” I said through the three-inch thick bullet proof glass.
“I usually bring my lunch in, but if not I go downstairs to Suburban or Wawa.”
“Do you ever go to the Comcast food court?” (Which is God)
“No. I’ve never been there. I hear they have a lot of great food there. Like seafood and everything.”
This tells me Alicia comes into work everyday and does her job and has a very simple life. Sandwiches and a conservative life. I find this attractive and think about my crazy idea of a note.
Do I ask her out to lunch with a note? I’ve already laid the groundwork about how passing a note to a teller is a robbery.
I may do it.
I have to think on this.
It’s original and fun.
I have to be careful because she could be in a relationship and that could be a wall. But I think I’m going to try for the blog. I’ve loved Alicia in a phicklephilly way for so long I have to do it.
It’s a teller from the credit union entertaining a good client. She should do it. I wrote good reviews about this place and I’ll write more for her.
I could use that as a tool. I know it’s wrong but it’ll be great for her.
I need to structure my deposits so I can see her more.
I’m doing this.
It’s just lunch.
I’m going to make this happen.
As my father used to say “I’m determined.”
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