Celebrity Sightings: Vanessa Hudgens – Part 4

I absolutely adore Vanessa Hudgens. She is a great actress who has stupendous legs.

 

2016–present: Television and films

On January 31, 2016, Hudgens starred in the role of Rizzo in Grease: LiveFox’s live broadcast based on the original Broadway musical.[83] Hudgens dedicated her performance to her father, Greg, who died from cancer one day before the special aired.[6] In 2017, Hudgens played Emily Locke on NBC‘s comedy series Powerless, which was based on DC Comics characters.[84] It was cancelled after one season. That same year, Hudgens was featured on Shawn Hook‘s single “Reminding Me” and also starred in the music video.[85] Hudgens will star in the upcoming romantic comedy film Second Act, directed by Peter Segal.[86] She was also cast in the romantic comedy film Dog Days, alongside Finn Wolfhard and Nina Dobrev, which began filming in late 2017.[87]

Personal life

Hudgens and Josh Hutcherson in January 2012

Hudgens began a relationship with High School Musical co-star Zac Efron in 2005. The couple became a frequent target for the media, and in turn the BBC predicted that Hudgens would be a “household name” in the US.[88] They ended their relationship after five years in December 2010.[89][90] Hudgens is a close friend of actress Ashley Tisdale, whom she met when they both appeared in the film High School Musical;[91] Hudgens was a bridesmaid at Tisdale’s wedding on September 8, 2014.[92]

Hudgens has been in a relationship with Austin Butler since 2011.[93]

In May 2016, Hudgens paid $1,000 in restitution for damage of U.S. Forest Service property by carving initials within a heart on a rock in the Coconino National Forest and displaying it on her personal Instagram feed.[94]

Hudgens was raised Catholic, but since has grown away from that branch of Christianity and now identifies as a non-denominational Christian. She attends the Los Angeles affiliate church of Hillsong Church.[95][96][97]

 

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Kita – Chapter 16 – First Date – Part 4

The food comes and it’s amazing. I share some of my chicken with her because she says she loves chicken. I like sharing my food with her. There’s something intimate about that.

We discuss her ex a bit more. I make it clear to her why shouldn’t text him or reach out in any way. He doesn’t deserve it after the way he treated this little flower. We also discuss the new guy that’s she’s been dating, Steve. I can tell she knows he’s nice but the indelible stain of JR is still on her heart. She again says that they are in no way an item. I like that. This poor girl’s in a vulnerable state of mind. But I must keep my black wings tucked for now.

She’s excited to see her younger sister Jina on Saturday. She’s on the rowing team at her school and Kita is going to see her race on the Schuylkill River. She and her sister are both very close.

After dinner I tell her that we must get the flight of gelato. She agrees, and we check the menu and decide on what flavors we want to sample. The flight is a line of six long spoons and each one has a dollop of deliciousness on it.

We settle on the following: Pistachio, (of course!) Caffe, Cannolo, Fondente, Bacio, and Tiramisu. All amazing. I thought they were just going to bring out just the one plate and we’d share but our server rolls up with TWO plates of six spoons.

“Oh my gosh… I have to take a picture of this!” squeals Kita.

We take our forks and start to pick at each one. I love food like this. Just small portions, and each one has it’s own creamy unique flavor. Each mouthful makes you feel different than the one before. Like a Beatles album. This is clearly the encore to a wonderful meal with a beautiful young lady.

After dessert the bill comes and she wants to help. I love that she even asked. If you’ve been reading this blog you’ll know that I’ve been on dozens of dates and many of these women don’t even offer. I have no intention of letting Kita pay. I insist because I’m the one who asked her out to dinner and she’s the poor, Raman noodle eating college sophomore. That, and the fact that she’s a young, smoking hot baby.

Since I get the hookup there, the bill was only $60! Kita doesn’t drink, so that right there is a huge savings. Drinks can easily add $40 to your bill. Kita doesn’t know it but she’ll never have to pay when she’s out with me. I’m just honored to be in the presence of this girl. She could hang out with whoever she wants at her age, but tonight she chose me and I’m going to do whatever necessary to please her.

The best part up to this moment is when we were talking about next time. Next time. I’ve been in sales my whole life. Any good salesman knows that when you get the first meeting you always set up the second meeting before you leave. A, B, C… Always Be Closing! I don’t set a specific date for our next foray into food, but I do discuss how great the noodles and pot stickers are at Dan Dan over on 16th street. Plus, my buddy Norm will give us the hookup.

We gather our coats and thank everyone for everything and tell them how wonderful the entire experience has been. The general manager even came by to make sure we were happy. This could be my new go-to spot to romance ladies.

We get outside and we can feel the snap in the air of the October evening.

“Ooohh… I miss Florida!”

She calls for an Uber and we walk down to 16th street to catch it.

“Thank you so much for a lovely evening, Charles.”

We hug and I can smell the jasmine in her hair.

“Wait…” She takes my face in her tender hands. “Come closer.”

That’s the moment she kissed me on the lips. They are full and warm against mine. This takes me by surprise and my heart skips a beat or two. It’s not a sexual kiss. Just a firm thankful, pressing kiss and then slow release.

“Thank you, Charles.” Her lovely almond eyes glisten in the evening light. Her mouth curves into a mischievous grin. She seems to be enjoying the look of mute awe on my startled face.”

“See ya!”

She hops in the car and she’s off.

I’m stunned beyond words. Dopamine has dropped and the euphoria takes my spirit. I turn and do the slow motion Reservoir Dogs walk down 16th street as I light a cig and pull deeply upon it.

Wow. Just…Wow.

I text her. “Had a great time tonight! Text me when you get home safe.”

Fifteen minutes later I’m home in my chair.

“Thanks so much for dinner, Charles!!!! It was awesome and super good!! (Emoji with little hearts for eyes) I just made it back!”

I smile and take a sip of wine. Maiden voyage has been a success. The universe is unfolding as it should.

 

 

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Another Life – Chapter 20

I already liked my roommates; after Sam had breakfast with us the next morning, I absolutely loved them. Laurie and Rose acted as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Ron was still snoring in his room.

I phoned Barbara, and she agreed to see me again. She was more than understanding; she was downright amazing.

– “I’m not sure what to tell you.” I admitted. I didn’t want to embarrass Sam any more, in case Barbara met her again.

– “It’s alright, Joe.” she said. “You don’t have to. Laurie told me … a few things.”

– “Ah.” I could well imagine which stories Laurie had passed on. “I want to be completely honest with you. But I’m also wondering how I would feel, if the roles were reversed. I’m not so sure I’d want to hear about your unusual ex-boyfriends.”

Barbara laughed. “There weren’t so many, and I’ll spare you the details.”

– “Thanks.”

– “I am curious, though. How did you and Sam get together in the first place?”

I couldn’t quite believe that she wanted to hear that story, but Barbara persisted. So I told her about Marty and Caroline … and just went on from there. I explained about Sam’s unfortunate nervous episodes – without providing any specifics.

That was what made me feel better about re-telling the story: Barbara had known some of it when she first agreed to go out with me. It wasn’t a deal-breaker.

– “I was just as surprised as you were, to find her sitting on our step.” I said.

– “But you were very kind and understanding to her.” said Barbara. “You didn’t yell, or make a scene. I was quite impressed with how you handled it.”

I shook my head. “I was more impressed with how you handled it. And for the record – I was really angry. Who knows what might have happened, if she hadn’t been there.”

– “Oh, I think we both know what would have happened. We would have ended up naked, in bed together.” Barbara flushed slightly; I don’t think she was used to speaking so directly.

– “Do you think that might still happen?” I asked her.

– “It depends.” she said. “What are you doing on Friday night?”

 

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Sarah Jacobs: How to Stop Having a Favorite Child

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Family dynamics play a huge impact on how children are formed into adults. Research shows that our birth order also has a hand in how we turn out. The oldest child may take on a leadership role in the family, while the youngest may be the most carefree. Extended family members and our interaction with them also adds up into the mix. One other factor also is how we perceive favoritism among siblings. We often see the one who gets away with most as the most favored one, while the one where a much higher form of expectation, be it in academics, good behavior, even in household chores, is often perceived as the more unfavored child.

Though parents may try to deny it, there is always a favorite child in the family. When you read mommy confessions in parenting forums, it is very common to hear mothers admit to having a preferred child. When we think back on our childhood, we often remember a time or two where we feel that our parents may not have been totally fair to us. While favoritism is common, it often shifts from one child to another, depending on who is “better” on that day or time. However, favoritism can be damaging when it is centered solely on one child, leaving the other siblings
with feelings of rejection.

As a parent, you might not be conscious on playing favorites, but the sad thing is, children often perceive it even if parents don’t admit it. Signs of favoritism may include letting a child get away more often than the other children, how you talk and interact also shows which child makes you more relaxed and calm. Your expectations and how you talk about your children to others also shows if there are any favorites. It may not be honestly admitted, but our how we play favorites
will always have a way of showing.

Jeffrey Kluger, author of “The Sibling Effect: What the Bonds Among Brothers and Sisters
Reveal About Us,” cites that the favored child can have problems when they grow up. They might suffer severely when they fail to meet expectations. This is simply because they grew up overconfident, with feelings of entitlement and the thinking that they can get away with anything. While those children who felt rejected for being the less favorite could have unresolved feelings of anger and often feel inadequate.

For parents to avoid hurting their children unintentionally with favoritism, the best way would be to admit to it, and to be honest about it. Parents are just humans and will also have their own set of biases and preferences, and if there is a child that seem to match up with their parent’s personalities, it would be hard not to show more attention to them. Handling favoritism is not denying its existence. It is vital to accept it as a reality and doing ways on how to make it work for you and your children, and not break apart your family.

There should also be a clear avenue for expressing feelings and emotions. Often, when children feel that parents are being unjust, they would clam up and bottle up their hurts inside. This often would flare up into unintentional bouts of anger and bad behavior. Parents should make it a point that children grow up without fear of expressing themselves. Though children might not understand things clearly, having them express themselves will also allow parents to be able to explain the situation better and be able to clear up any misunderstandings.

Lastly, parents can learn more about their behavior towards their children from others. Most parents get defensive when well-meaning people tell them something about how they handle their children. While there might be those that are just being judgmental, there are those people that really do care and are really trying to help. Parents who are open minded and are willing to listen to others will more likely be able to check and adapt behaviors that can prevent obvious favoritism.

Building a family and raising children is a tough job. While having favorites may not be avoided, parents can show their love to their children in different ways, and their love for them is the same, and never less.

 

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Kita – Chapter 15 – First Date – Part 3

I’m resolute. I’ve been writing about Kita for awhile but I’m in a relationship with Cherie. If you read the last post about Cherie you’ll know that we are all guns blazing. But the distance between Cherie and all of her problems have been causing my girlfriend a lot of pain. I can’t fix any of that. I know that’s impossible. If Cherie wants to keep me in her life she needs to keep doing what she does. I like it this way. I see her and then she goes away. So I can send out my best representative for years on end. Instead of this drunken womanizer down here in Philly.

I know life is a nightmare for her right now. She’s a survivor and I am confident that she can get through school and do what she was born to do. Help little kids get better through her help. I love her for that and I love that she’s a good mother, but most of all I love that she is a sexual animal. (That, and she’s a really sweet woman)

I would marry her. I swear to God I would. That’s how good she is. I can already sense that she would be the best wife imaginable if I could just set her up in the best scenario imaginable.

I would do that because I believe she’s that good. She and her family just need a break.

Anyway… back to my fickle infidelity.

I get to Gran Caffe L’ Aquila. I tell the hostess my name and ask for Luciano, my favorite bartender. He’s at the back bar. I greet him and the owner with the word, Ciao!

I get a glass of Chardonnay and sit at the bar. I text Kita and tell her I’m at the restaurant at the back bar and the hostess is expecting her.

“Okay! I’m almost there. See you soon!”

Gran Caffe L’Aquila was a landmark cafe located on Piazza Duomo in the capital city of the Abruzzo region. In 2007 Gran Caffe L’Aquila won cafe of the year for all of Italy, but was then tragically damaged in the devastating earthquake of 2009 which destroyed the city. In 2012 the original owners Stefano Biasini (Gelato Champion of Italy) and Michele Morelli (Award winning Italian Coffee Roaster) met Local restaurateur Riccardo Longo (Award winning regional Italian food and wine director) which led to the rebirth of one of Italy’s most beloved cafes in Philadelphia.

The entire restaurant was designed and built in Italy and shipped over for installation. After 3 years of design and build out the most authentic Italian cafe in America was opened on December 24th 2014. The 1st floor is an authentic Italian bar and the second floor features the restaurant, wine bar, cultural and language school, as well as the coffee and gelato labs.

I’m sipping my wine and in rolls baby. She comes up to me and I leap off the bar stool and give her a hug. She looks just as beautiful as ever. She’s wearing a black top and little white shorts that showcase her caramel legs. I haven’t seen her since she did her last double dip. (Spray tan and a UV session) She’s looking especially dark. I’m sure she’s loving that because that’s her thing. I cash out with Luciano and head upstairs with Kita. I’m behind her as we follow the hostess. She takes us through the bar and out to a private balcony with only one table for two on it. I’m in Heaven and feel so grateful already. One: That this is the first time I’ve ever asked a client out on a date, and she accepted and showed up on time. Two: My date is a pretty twenty-one year old coed. And finally, Three: I’ve got the best table in the house!

We sit down and they bring us a couple of waters and menus. On the first page of the menu each week they take the cuisine from a different town or region in Italy and prepare and serve it. The waiter goes over that whole section with us. It’s sort of the specials on any other menu but fancier and more creative.

I order another glass of chardonnay and of course ask her is she wants anything. She declines and says the following:

“I have Asian Glow.”

“Asian Glow?”

“Yea, my body doesn’t produce the enzyme to break down alcohol, so I get really drunk on just a little bit and I can get sick.”

“No worries. I just thought you had a glow because you’re so cute.”

I’ll have to research what Asian Glow is because I’ve never heard of it.

Anyway, the waiter leaves us to peruse our menus. It’s a huge menu with an array of choices. I can see Kita wasn’t kidding when she says she doesn’t get out much. This poor little college kid is overwhelmed with all of the choices. I cruise the whole menu and most of it is wine in the back few pages. They have a huge collection of wines.

The server comes back and Kita has a few questions and then sends him off again. I know what I want. I’m going to have the Pollo Al Mattone, which is a half chicken roasted under a terracotta brick, with asparagus and rosemary potatoes. I don’t mind how long it takes Kita to make up her mind. I just get the pleasure of sitting here admiring her beauty.

She finally settles on the Salmone In Placc, which is fire grilled Scottish salmon, herb crust served on a cedar plank. She also gets a side of broccoli rabe. Now we’re all set.

We obviously chat about tanning, and I tell her what’s been going on with the salon and the fitness center. She’s talking about school and how her mid-terms are at the end of the week.

“Are you ready?”

“Yea, but I’m going to be studying all of tomorrow.”

“Well, I want to thank you for having dinner with me tonight. I know I used to refer to you as Top 5, and then later #1. Because you really are a great girl, Kita. Incidentally, you’re the first client I’ve ever asked out to dinner.”

Her eyes twinkle. “Well I’m flattered you asked me, Charles.” She smiles. “This place is so nice. I would never go to a place like this. Thank you so much for taking me here.”

“It’s truly my pleasure, Kita.”

 

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These Are Some of the Most Common First Date Dealbreakers

First dates can be nerve-wracking. What if they don’t look like their picture? What if you can’t think of anything to talk about? People took to a Reddit thread this week to share some of the things they’ve experienced on first dates which immediately turned them off that prospective partner.

“Being constantly on their phone” was one person’s deal-breaker, which seems fair enough; you have the rest of your lives to ignore each other and scroll through Twitter, but the first date is for actually getting to know the person sitting across from you.

Phones came up elsewhere on the thread, too, with one person recalling how a date kept asking them questions about their former relationships, using clues they had gleaned from researching them on social media. While we’re on the subject of phone etiquette: Use an up to date picture in your dating profile, people will notice. And then there was this particularly egregious example: “I glanced over to see a guy arranging a hookup on his phone during a date with me. I was totally floored.” As far as deal-breakers go, “planning to sleep with somebody else while your date is still in the room” is up there.

Being rude to the server is also high up on the list; it’s seen as a red flag and a clue as to what kind of person your date really is. Similarly, one-sided conversations and self-involvement are other common turn-offs, with a number of people expressing frustration at dates who talk about themselves without ever actually asking a question.

There are also, it turns out, people out there who treat first dates as a cheap form of therapy. One person cites “suddenly unloading all their baggage on the first date” as a deal-breaker, adding: “I can’t help you. I’m not looking to get into a relationship with someone who is codependent, I want to date a man who can be a life partner.”

Playing “hard to get” is an instant deal-breaker for a lot of guys, especially when it comes from an outdated, gendered point of view. “Whatever guy told girls that we like them playing ‘hard to get’ needs to be taken behind a tool shed and shot,” one person wrote. “I have never, not once in my entire life, met a guy that liked a girl playing hard to get. Every single man (and a few lesbians) I’ve ever known has complained at least once about “hard to get” being a bunch of bullshit.”

They added: “‘Hard to get’ is also a contributor to many harassment issues. The dumbasses that play hard-to-get are the ones teaching people that ‘no doesn’t mean no’. Anyone that’s ever done this needs to be ashamed of themselves and grow up.”

Other gendered expectations have proven to be less conducive to romance than they might have been in the past; a lot of men don’t like it when a woman expects him to pay, while a few women said it’s the guys who get shirty when they want to pay for themselves. On a related note, expecting or demanding sex at the end of the night, regardless of how well or not the date has gone, isn’t a good look on anyone. These aren’t transactions, people!

 

Kita – Chapter 14 – First Date – Part 2

The day arrives.

I was in meetings during the day and pleased that I didn’t get a bail text from baby. I stop at the salon and chat with Summer. We share some stories and she has no idea that I’m about to break rule number 3 two hours from now.

I leave and head to City Tap House to see my buddy Zack. His brother and his band are there from Wildwood, NJ. We trade rock and roll stories and mine are far worse that these boys. They love the name of the band I had in L.A., Haightwayten.

They ask me why my band had such and odd name. I tell them it’s because I hate waiting for people that are always late and I’m always early. I bust their balls that their band is called “Fools Send” and even worse that they are a bunch of surfer Ska playing knuckleheads. They love it.

It’s 4:15 and I have to meet baby at 5. Zack places and elegant Bulliet Manahattan in front of me as always. I need to sip this baby to take the edge off of what I’m about to do.

Have dinner with a beautiful 21 year old student from Drexel, which to me isn’t cheating on my girlfriend Cherie, because I’m technically dining with a really good client from the salon. But if I’ve written 11 chapters about a girl, I guess that warrants some sort of charge against me.

I’d rather be having dinner here with my queen, but she’s never around and just comes down for greatest hits. I want to take her to the movies and do stuff, but she has no time.

There is a thrill in my dark self of running down this lithe gazelle for dinner tonight. Based on how excited she was last night I pretty much know she’s not going to bail. Sure, she has mid-terms but a dinner like this she just can’t afford.

I’m not really after her but the old lion is bored. I just enjoy running down delicious game and getting them to say yes just to know I still can. I don’t know if that’s and ego thing or a continued low self esteem thing.

It’s obvious Kita is vulnerable and ripe for the picking but I’m not that guy. I will mentor and support her. I have three sisters. I would never prey upon a Navy brat that should have a solid father figure as an Admiral in the navy that has sat with the President of the United States.

At this point as I sit at the bar at City Tap House with Zack and his brother, I am just happy that a young girl this pretty would willing come out and dine with the Dark Lord.

I love Cherie, but I’m driven by the blog at this point for content. I’m sorry. I know you were all hoping for me to be the lustful old perv that still has the power to pluck the ripe little cherries from the trees. But I’m just not that guy.

I miss Cherie. I want to have dinner with her and give her all of these things. But all I get is sex and breakfast anymore. I love Cherie. I have described her as WIFE which is terrifying to me. but Chrie has those qualifications and I would consider. But there’s that part of me that is still the hunter.

I can’t help it.

I see that baby seal hop off the rocks because she’s hot and leaps into the sea to cool off. I am a grey fin rushing towards her in a sea of foam and the result is inevitable.

I may seem like the wolf of the sea. But I’m not.

If you’ve read this blog I have been a gentleman that just wants to fall in love for the last time.

As we all know, that isn’t as easy as we’d all like to think it is.

I look at my watch. 4:40. I have to be at the restaurant to meet baby in twenty minutes. I’m laughing and trading rock and roll stories with Zack’s brother and his band. But I gotta go. I have to meet Kita for dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city.

The boys are loving my tales of L.A. and want to get my name tattooed on their bodies. I beg them to refrain and show them a pic of who I am to meet. They all rejoice in the power of the senior rock and roll failure. I am grateful but I have to go.

I turn to Zack and tell I have to close because I have 20 minutes to get to Grand Caffe L’Aquilla across town.

I expect a bill, but Zack waves his hand and says it’s already done.

Hookup.

I drop a ten on the bar and we’re done.

I love him and will bring more people here in the future,

I’m out the door. The brother band waves to the old rocker and pays homage. I like that, but only for a second. None of that matters from my past. I would just love for these little fuckers to make it in the industry before the are eaten alive or fail.

It’s quarter to 5 and I’m pretty sure baby will be late.

UBER dolls.

Tune in tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion!

 

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