Ambria – Chapter 11 – Movie Rendezvous

It was Monday, which is Ambria’s Saturday, because she works at the hospital Wednesday to Sunday. Make sense? So on Mondays I can shift a few things around and spend the afternoon with her. I have tickets for the Big Red Bus. It’s a bus that tours around the city and you can get on and off as much as you want for 12 hours. It sounds pretty cool, and I already have the tickets, but we’ve decided to go to the cinema again. I love film as you know, and so does she. We also both love a quiet matinee on a hot summer afternoon.

I send her some titles I like, and she decides on “Abacus: Small Enough to Jail.” It’s an excellent and heartfelt documentary. It tells the incredible saga of the Chinese immigrant Sung family, owners of Abacus Federal Savings of Chinatown, New York. Accused of mortgage fraud by Manhattan District Attorney Cyrus R. Vance, Jr., Abacus becomes the only U.S. bank to face criminal charges in the wake of the 2008 financial crisis. The indictment and subsequent trial forces the Sung family to defend themselves – and their bank’s legacy in the Chinatown community – over the course of a five-year legal battle.

Last week we saw “My Cousin Rachel,” and now this week we’re seeing another terrific film! Two in a row. We’re on a roll. I get there first and buy the tickets and take the escalator downstairs next to the Bourse Building to the actual theater. I like this cinema. That cool underground theater tucked away from street level in the heart of the historic district at 4th and Market.

I text her that I have arrived and she’s on point. She tells me she’s also arrived. I tell her to come downstairs and that the tickets have been acquired.

Within a minute she appears and we lean in for a smooch. She orders me a small popcorn with butter and a medium diet coke. That’s my go to movie food. She pays $11 for the treats (Movie prices!) and I ask her if she wants anything. She said she fine. We head into the theater and sit in the back. There are only 3 other people in the place. I love when a matinée is empty! We sit all the way in the back in the very center.

We watch what seems like 15 minutes of coming attractions. I like trailers though. It’s fun to get the first glimpse of the new exciting picture that’s coming soon!

Ambria snuck her own snacks into the movie. That’s her movie food. Then she pulls out a box of M&M’s Peanuts and hands it to me. Last week I mentioned that was my favorite movie candy. She remembered and bought me a box and brought it with her today.

Good memory. Listens to me. Love is in the air!

Another great thing that happened, was she let me own the armrest. Right guys? I had the one on my left and she let me have the one on the right. I’m like a king on a throne and I own this experience. Sure there was some hand holding and touching but these armrests are mine! You gotta love that in a girl at the movies. I’m just sayin’.

The film was great and heartwarming. I loved the Sung family by the end of this film. I recommend you go see it. Phicklephilly gives it two thumbs up!

When the film was over we headed west on Walnut street. I like Walnut. It’s just a little nicer than Chestnut and Market streets. I probably should have stayed in the theater for a little bit so I could make out with hot Ambria but I didn’t think of it. I regret that now.

It’s a beautiful day, so we walk all the way back to center city. We settle on Locust Rendezvous which I love. She tells me she loves bars like that and that makes me happy. “The ‘Vous” as some people call it, is a small bar down around 15th and Locust.

Locust Rendezvous was established in September of 1989. Surviving in an ever-changing neighborhood, they have withstood the test of time. Many establishments have come and gone, not sure what they wanted to be when they grew up. Fortunately, they learned early on that they were just a great bar with good food — nothing more, nothing less.

Their goal, as always, has been to make all of their customers feel welcome. You’ll find when you come in regularly that there are many familiar faces. Their customers come from far and wide, remembering the great service, comfortable atmosphere and reasonable prices from their first venture through our front door. Repeat business is their mainstay, and all new are welcome.

I love a good tavern. The food is cheap, it’s tasty, and the beer is cold. I order a Yards Pale Ale, and Ambria gets a cocktail. We order a pair of tacos and Ambria asks for a basket of fries. Perfect.

We’re sitting at a table away from the bar and the moment belongs to us.

I love being with Ambria. She’s beautiful, fun and easy. Not easy sexually. I know that’s coming. I’m trying to stave that off. I know romance is paramount in any relationship. We could have jumped into bed after our second date. But I know better. Get to know her. Be sure. Grow together. Feel the force. Build the desire for the celebration. It’ll be so much better. Too many people just leap out of desire. I’ve seen this a hundred times. It’s a slippery slope that can easily end in disaster.

My experience guides me. If she’s the one, I’ll be present, myself and careful. Not so much for me, I’ll be fine, but for her heart. I need the glue to stick, the cohesion to happen and then when we finally come together it’ll be magic.

Most men rush in for the hasty close. I’ve been in sales all of my life. I love and know women. It simply doesn’t work that way. Set the trap. Go slow. Build the myth. Create the romance. Take it to a level that is so high there is nowhere else to go once you reach the top. There’s so much joy between the two of you, there is nothing left to do but make love.

She wants that. You want that. It should have happened eight chapters ago, but give it value. Make your memories now. Make them valuable. Make them truly memorable so when you get down to the ‘you and me’ it’s amazing.

Anybody can do the old “In and out” like John Lennon used to call it, but build something elegant and celebrate together with the only possession you came into the world with.

Share. Celebrate. Together.

The food comes, and it’s magic. We’re happy. Ambria says she loves this place again. We’re going to get along just fine. It’s obvious at this point. Her hand moves the basket and comes across the table top like a soft welcomed spider. She takes my hand and we entwine like old lovers.

The staff is great, and we learn our server is the GM and we dig that she’s on point.

After the little meal we decide to hit the next place. It’ 5pm and I remind her that Dan Dan’s happy hour starts at 4:30pm. She’s ready to roll too. We’ve done this place and it’s time to go. I think the real reason we go is, that we’re both thinking about the film we saw today.

She pays the bill, (Hooray!) and we head out with many thanks for the sweet repose. This has been the perfect stop and I’m glad I chose it.

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 10 – Take Me to the Garden – Part 2

I turn and it’s Ambria. She looks lovely of course. She’s wearing a flouncy white top and jeans ripped at the knees. She’s all over me. She starts kissing me and rubbing me. I’m all hot and sweaty and I kind of don’t want her doing all that. It’s just so humid. But I’m happy to see her. She’s really frisky. I ask her what’s she’s drinking.

“Long Island Ice Tea. This is number two.”

She’s half in the bag. It’s cute. She’s so happy to see me and glad I came that she’s all over me. Kissing me deeply and caressing my neck and hair. I feel like a celebrity. I tell her I’m really hot and sweaty and she disagrees and keeps going. It feels like she loves me. She’s a little drunk but it has certainly loosened her up. She’s clearly horny for me. I’m honored.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“I do. It’s hot and I really would like to go to the Red Owl Bar. It’s about a block away.”

“I told my friends that you were coming and I needed to return your umbrella. It’s cool if we split.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally. They know I’m going to leave with you.”

We head for the exit and she’s not finished her potent cocktail. She says it may take her awhile to drink it and she knows she’s can’t just down it. She suggests tossing it.

“Do you want it?”

I tell her yes, and down it in one gulp. Practice makes perfect. She’s amazed but shouldn’t be. That little plastic cup that was half full didn’t stand a chance against me. We head over to Red Owl holding hands. It’s a warm night, but there is something spectacular about walking through Independence Mall with a beautiful woman on your arm on a Summer night in this city.

Independence Hall on my right, standing strong and elegant here in the cradle of liberty, and the Liberty Bell to my left, shining brightly. I love Philadelphia, and I love this sweet girl beside me.

We enter the Owl and I feel the rush of icy cold air conditioning. I am pleased. I know I’ll get a good drink here, and be able to dry out. Like every other girl on Earth, Amb is instantly frozen. I offer my blazer over her lovely caramel shoulders and she readily accepts it.

We take a seat at the corner of the bar and I order a glass of chardonnay with a side of ice, she asks me to just order her a light cocktail from the drink menu. I get us two waters because baby is a little buzzed and should hydrate up. I always plow gallons of water into myself on a daily basis. Especially in warm weather. It’s so easy to get dehydrated in hot weather and if you’re drinking alcohol, double trouble.

We’re sitting at the bar, and Ambria can’t keep her hands off me. She’s being really affectionate. Holding my hands, constantly touching me, moving close to my face, nibbling my ear and kissing me. She’s so cute. Very frisky tonight. She’s said on several occasions that she’s happy that we’re taking it slow. But I realize tonight when she says it, she’s been sarcastic about it the whole time. She really wants me to make love to her.

“Where have you been all my life?” she coos.

She’s said this before on other dates.

Kismet.

We’re chatting at the bar and she’s settled down, and I’m drying out, feeling cool and feeling better, and a bit more relaxed.

She tells me she has a condo in Atlantic City and she wants me to come down with her next Sunday. So we’d stay over through Monday and come back Tuesday morning. I suppose this is it. It’s time. I know she has a house and a rental property, I didn’t know she had a shore house as well. The Nurse Practitioner is money. I’m not after her for her money, but I like a girl who has her own thing going. She a great success and a beautiful, funny, charming lady.

I agree to go to her shore condo with her. She’s delighted because she knows its on.

“Pack a bag, Tiger.”

We are ready to leave and our bartender kind of sucks. I can drink all I want at home, and like I said before, I go out for the hospitality. The staff is just tepid at the Red Owl. The reason I don’t drink here is because it’s too far from my house and it’s expensive.  But shitty service can’t be forgiven. But Ambria comes to the rescue. I go to the restroom and she asks for the check. I come back and we still haven’t gotten it. WTF? The bar is pretty empty but the bartender is too busy running his mouth to one of the other patrons. Failure. When you’re in the service business you have to take good care of everybody all of the time. I do it at the salon, but this clown can’t multi task. The bill comes after she asks a second time. I can see she’s puturbed. She had one drink and didn’t even finish it. Good girl. She sobered up. We both have to work tomorrow. Me at the salon at 11am, Ambria at the hospital at 6am. Superstar.

The bill finally comes and it’s $52. She grabs it, shoves thre twenties in it and hands me my blazer.

Holy shit. Free drinks on baby tonight. I’m very pleased. Ambria is the only girl I’ve dated on this phicklephilly dating odyssey that actually has paid on a regular basis. It’s 2018 and this lady gets it.

I’m super happy I didn’t get killed on drinks tonight. I know it sounds selfish but I have value, and this lady sees it. I like that the tables have turned in my favor.

We walk up to Market street. The evening has cooled off a bit, and I’m feeling great.

We stop on the way and kiss some more like teenagers in love.

She has her work cell and says she doesn’t have the UBER app on it and I tell her I’d be happy to send her home in mine. ($12 bucks. She’s already dropped $60 on drinks for me!) Even then she says she can take the train. Where has this girl been all of my life?

The UBER comes and we kiss goodbye. It’s luscious and passionate. She hops in the car and I kibitz with the driver. I get in with her and tell the driver to take me to 18th and JFK and then take her home. “Junior” is fine with it.

We’re in the car (SUV) headed back to Rittenhouse. She looks gorgeous. She leans against the door and stretches out across the back seat. She has taken her shoes off and puts her soft feet in my lap. I’m not into feet but Ambria’s are especially nice.

She’s smiling and loving me. I can feel it.

“I just want you to come home with me.”

“You have to be at work at 6am.”

“But you can home with me and I’ll leave and you can stay at my house.”

“I have to get to the salon early and take care of some things. I can wait for Atlantic City. It’s locked down and I’ll close this. I just want to go home and sleep in my own bed and get up and grab breakfast and run the salon. If I went to her house tonight too much could stall me tomorrow morning. I know what you’re all thinking. She wants you! Go to her house and make love to her tonight. Or… Some of you may be thinking, Phickle you’re a piece of shit and cheating on Cherie. I haven’t done anything. I’m just in a place for the first time in my life where I am in love with two women at the same time and that has never happened.

It is what it is and I’m just going to roll with it. Everybody’s happy and satisfied and I’m going forward with all of this. I decided to write a dating blog two years ago and I would have never dreamed I would be where I am now. I think with all my experiences I’m well equipped to manage this life.  I’m having a great time and maybe I can change the way people think about dating, relationships and marriage forever.

That would be my ultimate goal.

Or… it could all blow up in my face and I’ll end up alone.

 

I’ll take that chance.

My heart is open and if this all goes down in flames I’m secure in the notion I can love again and again for the rest of my days. If not, I’m fine with work, Netflix, booze and cigarettes. I really am. I don’t want anything.

The car pulls up in front of Misconduct Tavern at 18th and JFK.

“Wanna come home with me?”

“Gotta go, babydoll. Text me when you get home. Movies on Monday?”

Kisses and heart hands and I hop out of the car. I walk south on 18th Street. It’s late on a Friday night.

Vango is a black club in Rittenhouse. I walk through the throngs of gorgeous black girls as I make my way home. The cigarette I’m smoking is delicious. I see hot girls in bodices and short skirts and I love them all. Black women are the sexiest women on the planet. They’re also the most passionate and the most loyal.

I just want to get home and sleep. I’ll get to the salon early.

Achilles is getting a new air conditioning unit installed in his house and I’m taking his shift. Great thing is, I’ll do all of my laundry in our industrial washer and dryer. I’ll go to Wawa and get all of the food I need for the long Saturday. Breakfast sandwiches, Roastbeef hoagie, banana, apples, with peanut butter dip, Tastykake Bells, Herrs chips, Diet Coke. I graze all day if I have to work a Saturday at the salon.

I make it back to my apartment and have a text from Ambria. She’s home safe and loved her night with me. I pour myself into bed and set my alarm for 9am for Saturday.

I’m looking forward to seeing Ambria on Monday (My first day off in seven days non stop) We’ll go to the movies again to escape the heat of the summer. (We both love a stolen matinée!)

We agree we don’t care what we do, we just want to be together.

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 9 – Take Me To The Garden Part 1

I was working at the office when I got a text from Ambria that she would be at the Independence Beer Garden with some of her co-workers on Friday night. I would be working at the salon until 8:00pm so I told her I could swing by around 8:30.

So I close up shop and head out. It’s really humid and just gross outside. I walk east on Walnut street and figure if I can just get to the other side of Broad street, I’ll head up to Chestnut and see if I can hop on a bus before I melt. I’m walking on 13th street and just as I get to the corner of Drury Street, some crusty homeless guy asks me if I can spare some change and I tell him I don’t have any just like I always do. But as I round the corner onto Chestnut, I see a hot, slender junkie chick, and she asks me the same question.

“I can’t resist a damsel in distress.” And I open my wallet and give her a dollar.

I am a shallow, fickle asshole. She was so grateful and God blessed me and I gently stroked her arm and told her to take care. I can’t resist beauty, even if it is hooked on opiates.

I keep walking east on Chestnut having done my good deed for the day. I look west and see that a bus is coming. I get to the corner and hang at the stop. I dig a token out of my pocket and hop on. The bus is air-conditioned and it’s just what I need to dry out a bit on my way down to the garden.

I get off at 6th street and walk up to Market Street. I enter the beer garden and they card me. Of course at age 55, I’m delighted to be carded. The only place I get carded now is at Rite Aid when buying cigarettes because by law they have to log in your birthday.

The place is pretty busy and there are loads of people around the main bar. It’s a big place. Well, it is Friday night, and normally I never go out on Fridays because it’s amateur night and mostly young people. They’re just noisy, drunk and annoying. It’s almost too hot to be outside at a beer garden. I prefer a nice quiet air-conditioned cocktail bar.

I don’t see her so I walk to the back of the garden because I know in the Southwest corner of the property there is a small bar. It’s like a little shack. I quickly get a Yards Pale Ale and it’s just what I need. I love a cold crisp beer on a hot day. I crush it pretty quickly and text Ambria where I am. I tell her I’m at the bar at the southwest corner of the garden, and she texts me back.

“That means nothing to me.”

It seems like I never date a woman with any sense of direction. But I don’t care, I’m going to order another beer and just chill for the moment. Suddenly this beautiful woman shows up. It’s not Ambria. It’s a woman who looks like she’s in her late twenties or early thirties. What’s unique about her is her hair is blue. But it looks amazing. It matches her dark blue denim skirt. She’s wearing a tight yellow shirt and little ankle sandals. Her legs are spectacular. She seems to be waiting for someone. I’m going to drink my second beer and stay right here. Maybe Ambria will come and look for me.

I get my next ice-cold Yards and it goes down easy, while I drink in the beauty of the woman standing there across the path from me. I swear, If I weren’t here to meet Ambria, I’d go over and talk to her. I swear to God I would connect with that lovely baby. She’s amazingly hot. But I can’t take a chance with Ambria on the property somewhere.

Here’s a pic of the blue haired fox.

I know it’s not a great pic but you can see that she is one fit girl. Her thighs are talking to me. Stacked and packed! Delish!

I decide to go look for Ambria because I’ve been here for twenty minutes and haven’t seen her. I walk back around to the main bar area and walk along the side searching the crowd. I don’t see her. I turn the corner and start walking along the front, when I get this little poke on my back.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 10 – Matinee Day – Part Two

I have the tickets. I’m ready to roll. I don’t want to see this film at 4pm. Uber, be earnest in your trek.

I go outside and smoke a cigarette because I’m stressed. I can’t be late for anything, especially not a film.

I’m out there standing in the courtyard looking out on 2nd street. There is a tap on my shoulder, and it’s Ambria. She’s here!

I grab her and usher into the theater. The girl tells us the movie is just beginning but we can go in now. We scramble town the dark hallway and into the theater.

“Tonight on Dealbreakers”  I say.

Ambria gets a fit of laughing because she gets the joke. The bit I just said is my father talking. It means, if you are late for a film I may dump you and date someone else. But I’ve done it in an ironic sarcastic way, and baby loves it. This way Ambria is such a good match for me. I can rip and she is tantalized by my jokes. She gets it and giggles for 10 minutes straight.

I climb into the darkness to find some seats in the back. There’s 5 people in the theater and I love it so much. I love film and cinema so mush when I am in a theater and It’s empty I am so turned on.

It’s quiet. You can sit wherever you want. No children. Empty. Just that beautiful presence in the dark that unfolds before you and who you’re with.

A handful of film lovers or old people who will remain quieter during the film. No cell phones. No texting. Just watch a big beautiful movie in a theater and feel the power of the art in the darkness. It’s glorious. I wanted this with Ambria.

She loves it. She’s ready. We’re up in the back. I don’t know what this film is about bit I don’t care. It’s Monday. Everybody is at work hating their lives and we are about to watch a great film together and we’re off.

Off.

Off is so good. She’s so sorry she was late and I’m a very forgiving because I like her and it’s not her fault and she killed herself getting down here. I ask her if she wants anything. she says she has some sort of spicy crunchy snacks which is awesome if you’ve snuck chow in. she asks me I’d want anything and I tell her I would love a small popcorn with extra butter and a medium diet coke. I’m checking and wondering and she says she’s going to get it.

I tell her it’s ok but she insists because she says she was late and I paid for the tickets. Ambria is so hot I don’t give a shit about any of that. But… greasy buttery popcorn and soda would be pretty awesome right now.

she insists and goes to the snack bar. I sit back and try to absorb ‘ My Cousin Rachel” (Great movie by the way)

Baby returns with a small buttery bag of popcorn, a medium dite Coke which is so huge I can’t lift it and a straw and napkins. I’m going to go ahead and say good girlfriend at this junction.

If you’re having any doubts about Me Cousin Rachel, let me tell you the film is amazing. Great story that will leave you guessing. So good you’ll watch it and not molest your date during it.

After the film we walked up to Market street and I showed her the Independence Beer Garden. Best beer garden in the city.

Check it out: http://www.phlbeergarden.com/

Yea… it’s God.

I showed it to her but didn’t want to hang.

Don’t worry, I’ll meet up with her there in the next episode.

The weather wasn’t murder so we walked back to center city to find a cool spot to stop.

Of course we stop at Square 1682 on a Monday, because my boy Roman is there and I know we’ll be secured. I of course go with chardonnay with a side of ice and Ambria goes with something from the cocktail list that is light.

We’re tight at the bar, chatting, laughing and talking to Roman. But when she had to go to the Ladies room, I had the opportunity to show her where is was. We went up the back stairs that brought us two the second floor. I took her into the front banquet room which is empty and dark. This is was just an opportunity to make out with her like a teenager.

I knew it would it would be empty and quiet an I knew I could rip into my love.

Her lips are that of a girlfriend. Her tongue of a lover. Yt’s like our mouths were made to kiss each other.

I can’t get enough of her. Ambria is hungry and ready, I know I have to wait. But the kettle is about to explode.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 9 – Matinee Day – Part One

“Everyone wants that which retreats from them.”

I finally was able to make a date with Ambria to go to the movies. We’ve been trying for a bit but mitigating factors have intervened and kept us apart. But we’ve worked out the staffing issues at the salon for the moment.

Ambria works at the hospital Saturdays and Sundays, and I work at the salon Sundays so it’s hard to meet up. But I like this new world where I am in complete control. My time is limited and valuable with my girls. My female friends crave brunch and drinks with me, my male friends are lost without me and my girlfriends are clawing at the door.

I couldn’t be in a more valuable position. I love the demand. My time is limited for the first time in my life and the key to an exciting social life is being unavailable. You give them a time and a date, and they snatch it like a worm on a hook. Everyone wants that which retreats from them. It creates value. I’ve been taught in all of my sales jobs to sell the value. I don’t really have to do that anymore. The value is me and my time is limited. Give them a good show and they’ll crave more, and keep coming back to all of your shows and buy all of your albums.

Ambria and I are going to the movies for the first time. She loves film and so do I. Turn me on, dear. Well done. We agree on a film. My Cousin Rachel. I have no idea what it’s about. I threw a few choices her way, and that’s the film she chose. I’m good with that. It’s a Ritz theater showing so I know it’ll be cerebral. I don’t care. It’ll be good. I love anything the Ritz theater does.  Always art. Always a quiet theater. extremely comfortable chairs that recline. The staff is nice and love the art. No children. Ambria hates children and so do I. I have a beloved daughter, but I never took my crying daughter on an airplane or to a movie theater. Lorelei has always been chill and a delight. She doesn’t count. My theater major and four octave soprano respects art and theater. Boom!

We text the day of and it’s on. I’m looking forward to seeing Ambria. She’s a beautiful delicious baby, and on this hot June day, I look forward to giving her kiss in the back row like a teenage boy.

My daughter Lorelei had ordered some hair extensions that weren’t the right kind, so she asked daddy if he would take them to the post office and return them for her. Of course he said. She’s my beloved.

So I do that, and take a picture of the picture of the package going back to Seattle so she can get new platinum hair. Whatever baby wants. I know my way around the Post Office. I walk down 16th Street and head to Market Street after I send the Parcel off.

I’m waiting for the bus to Old City with a singular Muslim girl and a nice looking black couple. The 33 bus arrives and I step on and drop my token in the box. I always greet the driver as I have since riding the bus in the late Seventies going to high school in Philly.

The bus is packed and I cling to the metal bars rather than the hanging straps because in middle age I no longer have the upper body strength to swing in the aisle. I look at my watch and I know I’m cutting it close. Normally, I’m at the theater 15 minutes before the film starts out of respect. But I’m on a bus heading east on Chestnut Street and there is so much traffic.

I’m getting nervous, but I know she’s on a train coming down, and Amb has been on point so she won’t blow it and I’ll be there 10 minutes before the goddamn previews start. Again, it’s a crisis for me because I must always be early for films.  I’m standing on the bus. like all busses it empties out as it reaches its destination. I grab a seat. But still sweating and panicking about the clock. I’ve cut this too close. Not cool. I’m the clock guy. I have to be early and settled for the art to start!

I hop off the bus at 2nd and Market and head south on second street to the theater. It’s between chestnut and walnut back in a little area that no one would ever find. I hope to God Ambria didn’t go to the wrong theater. But she’s a really smart girl who does her research on ever date we go on so I’m confident she wont fail me.

I’m stressed.

I never want to be the guy going to the theater late. Ever. My father taught me well but I am obsessed. I text her I’m there. it’s 12:50.

I buy the tickets for “My Cousin Rachel”.  It’s so dead that the box office isn’t even open. It’s just a fat kid behind tha snack counter that generated my tickets . He’s really sweet and we chat about my situation. I tell the boy that my date is on her way.

Her train was 30 minutes late and she is now in and UBER en route to the theater. We are in crisis mode and I ask the fat kid if she blows the showtime, can we use these tickets for the 4pm show. He smiles and says yes. I love that kind of flexibility.

I’m on the phone with Ambria and I calm her. She says she loves the sound of my voice which I find hot but I want baby down here now. She’s doing her best and pushing hard and I think we can make it. But I like Ambria so much I would let her blow it and we can go to the 4pm show and I’ll be fine with it. She’s so beautiful and sexy I’ll make an exception for her.

Beauty always wins with me. The boy tells me that the show starts at 1pm but there are 10 minutes of previews so if she gets here at 1:10 we can still make the show.

Come on Ambria. Get here.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 8 – Wednesday Encounter

Ambria and I had a lovely little meetup on Monday, we decided to meet on Tuesday at noon for lunch. I figured Taco Tuesday at Drinkers Pub was in order.

She was down.

Tuesday morning I got a text from her to confirm. All good. Then I get a call from Achilles. He says Jill was supposed to open the salon today and she was a no-show.

“We just fucking hired her!”

“I know. Can you go over there and work?”

“Fuck. Okay.”

He’s my business partner. I can’t let him down. We’re having a crisis, and the clients need to served.

I call Ambria and explain my dilemma. I can tell she’s not only disappointed, but seems suspicious. That worries me. It’s early in the relationship. But this is a legit last-minute cancellation. I feel bad about it, but we can do tacos next week. That’s why I called her and didn’t text her. That would have been lame.

So the next day, I decide to get a haircut from Jimmy, the old guy I met at 1518 Bar and Grill. He’s been cutting hair for 40 years in the same location on Sansom Street. His barber shop is on the 2nd floor over Oscar’s. (Dive bar) I like Jimmy, so I figured get the guy who has a great history, and once cut singer Eddie Fisher’s hair.

After my haircut, which looks fabulous, I go down to 1518 for a glass of wine. I text my friend Jillian, to confirm that we’re meeting for happy hour. Of course Jillian bails saying her boss gave her a bunch more work to do. Lame.

So I text Sarika. I’m good with having a drink with the hottest girl I know. Sarika texts back that she’s in Boston all week.

I text my buddy Robert. He says I can meet him to go pick up his baby son at day care and then we can walk back to Fairmount, and have a drink at McCrossin’s by his house. That sounds lame, and I pass on that.

Then I get a text from Ambria that she has a drug dinner at Ocean Prime at 7pm, and can I meet up around 4pm to hang before. (drug dinner?) One of the pharmaceutical firms that works with the hospital where she works is throwing the staff a dinner.

I tell her I’d love to see her. After the taco Tuesday fail, I felt this would be my opportunity to reconnect with her and explain the whole situation to her.

She comes in to the bar and I’m there sipping my chardonnay with a side of ice. She looks great. Her hair is looking chic and she has a lovely light blue dress on. She gives me a hug and a peck, then takes a seat next to me. This is better than any happy hour I would have had with anyone else.

I tell her the whole tragic tale of why Jill bailed at the salon and how we had to fire her. (See: Sun Stories – Jill – 2016 to Present – Fired)

We hang out and chat and there is more hand holding, eye gazing and giggling. I ask her if we can slide over to Dan Dan so I can get something to eat. She’s fine with it. We get there and my boy Chet is behind the stick. He asks her what she’d like to drink as he sets down a chardonnay with a side of ice down on the bar in front of me.

My boy’s on point.

She orders a glass of rose’. I get some chicken pot stickers and dry rub wings. We’re chatting and munching the food. She only eats one of the wings because she’s about to go to a nice sit down dinner around the corner. I’m happy I got to see her, and express to her again how grateful I am that she was understanding about me bailing on our taco lunch an hour before we were supposed to meet. She is very understanding and just said that I sounded a little weird on the phone, but it’s probably because I was stressed about the situation. I agree with her and I’m glad every thing is hunky dory with us now.

I ask her if she’d like to try again for the movies on Monday. She says she automatically believed that was going to happen and is already planning on it. That makes me happy. I love going to a matinee in the afternoon on a workday in the summer. I always feel like I’m playing hooky. Hot and sunny outside. Nice and cool in the dark theater while the story unfolds larger than life before you. The buttery popcorn, crunchy candy and ice-cold fountain soda make for the perfect date. (Plus for you guys with little game, you don’t have to talk for two hours!)

We wrap it up at Dan Dan, and I walk her over to Ocean Prime. I tell her to have fun and I’ll be thinking about her. She gives me some sweet kisses and in she goes. I walk down to the corner and light a cig. I see I have a text from my friend Church. That’s odd. He knows I was supposed to meet Jillian for happy hour. The text came in at 5:30. It’s 6:45 now. I text him that I’m on my way. He texts back that he got bored and left.

Strange.

Well, that saves me spending any more money tonight. I’ll go home and write some more. Ambria is great.

Well, until Movie Matinee Monday, I’ll see you all later!

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 7 – Monday Meeting

Before she got in the car she said, “Who are you?”

I was planning on taking Ambria to the movies on Monday afternoon. We both like matinees so we settles on a film and I scheduled us for the 1pm show. But a few days later she had to take her Mom’s boyfriend for his colonoscopy. It was at 10am and then there is recovery, and then she would have to drive him home because he’d be out of it. So it could go on until 3pm. I figured we could go to the 4pm show. But I told her no pressure. We could always go to the movies next week.

I was also wondering this: Her mother passed away back in January. Can you still technically have a boyfriend when you’re dead? Ambria referred to this gentleman as her mom’s boyfriend. I cleared this up with her later that evening. They were together for years but her mother always claimed that he was just a “friend” not a lover. But I think it’s nice that she’s still friends with her late mother’s beau and does things to help him out. Ambria is a giver, hence the career as a nurse.

The day goes by and she’s in touch. It’s 3:30pm and she says she can meet me in 40 minutes. I tell her to go to 16th and Chestnut.

“Where?”

“Just go into Two Liberty by that coffee shop. I’ll be there when you get there.”

I come into Two Liberty at 17th street and cut through Bloomingdales just to cool off. It’s another hot day. I cut through the shops and food court and head down the steps to the 16th street entrance. I can see Ambria sitting by the window at a little table. She looks lovely. She’s wearing a light sundress with flowers on it and I see that she has straightened her hair. I like the baby curls, but straight looks very chic as well.

We greet and give each other a little peck on the lips. She wonders what adventure we’re off to today, and I tell her what I’m looking for.

“Well I was looking for a place with a few things.

1. It’s a hot day, so it needed to be a cool place.

2. You’re special, so it needed to be a cool space.

3. It needed to have an early happy hour because we’re meeting at 4:30 instead of 5pm.

4. It needed to have an elevator because my ear has been stuffed up lately and I thought a nice long elevator ride could pop it open.”

“Wow. You’ve really though this through.”

“I have. Come with me.”

We step outside onto busy 16th street. We walk a quarter of the way up the street and go back into Two Liberty. But it’s a different entrance. It’s the entrance to the residences as well as the only way to get to R2L.

R2L stands for Restaurant at Two Liberty. It’s a Daniel Stern spot and probably his most successful just due to its location. The 52nd floor. The walls are all windows to see the city. I’ve always found the food mediocre, but the view is spectacular and the place looks posh. It’s a great place to take someone on a date to impress. I wouldn’t hang there, but it’s a good jumping off point.

Great thing is, we’re early. 4:20 to be exact. Ambria’s never been there and she loves the place. The view isn’t really what it should be because of the heat. The humidity clouds the view. If it were a cool clear day, you could see for miles from the bar at 52 stories up.

I order a vodka martini straight up with a twist, Ketel One. She goes with theLoree’s Jones, named after one of the regulars that always ordered this drink so they named it after her. It’s got citron vodka, ginger liquor, peach, and soda in it. It’s pretty good. It’s a light crisp cocktail.

My drink on the other hand arrives and it appears to be a weak pour. I taste it and I can taste the vermouth. It’s not a good martini and certainly not worth the $12 to $14 price tag that I’m sure it has on it. She likes her drink, and I tell her mine is weak. The bartender is young maybe he doesn’t have a vodka martini quite down yet.

“Shall we ask him if he’s in training?”

“Oh my God, Ambria. You are so bad!”

We giggle and I tell her that although it’s only going to taste worse as it gets warmer, it’ll still do what it’s supposed to do. In a bit she orders and other one and I get a beer. I just wanted an ice cold Corona to wash the foul taste of the poorly made martini that I just drained.

I tell her I know another place a block away that is nice, cool, and up off the street. When we finish our drinks she compliments me on my 4:30 choice but agrees we should try the other place. She insists on paying the bill. (Am I falling in love?)

We head to the elevator and she’s rubbing my back. We get in and we’re the only ones in there and we kiss. It’s a sweet stolen moment that belongs only to us.

We walk over to 17th and Sansom. Davios Italian Restaurant is on the 2nd floor connected to the Club Quarters. It’s a slow Monday night. Big Chuck and Cort are on the stick so we should be in good shape. She gets a vodka cranberry and I go with another martini. This time it’s the right pour, and it’s clean and cold with tiny flecks of ice in it. Just the way I like it.

It’s summer now, so it’s quiet at Davio’s on Mondays. I know the staff doesn’t like it, But I do. We chat with Big Chuck and he’s always charming and funny. He brings out the  brochette, fries and olives for us to munch on for free. They used to give out free pizza, but they don’t anymore. We decide to just hang for the one drink, and then head down to Square next door for the hook up.

I introduce her to Roman, and tell her who he is and who he is to me.

Ambria had a few vodka cranberries and I was sipping oceans of chardonnays. She wanted to go to the ladies room and I knew she wouldn’t be able to find it so I told her I’d take her upstairs and show her where it was.

As soon as we got up there we started making out like a couple of teenagers. It was glorious. I really like Ambria.

We hung there for a few hours. Sipping our drinks, laughing and chatting. There was some hand holding and some gentle caressing. But we were at my bar so we tried to be discreet. There was another trip upstairs for more private necking.

The bill comes and it’s the usual super low amount. I love Roman. He’s my favorite bartender in the city. She hands me some money towards the check. Ambria’s great.

When we were tired I called her an UBER.

Before she got in the car she said, “Who are you?”

I’m assuming she said that because she can’t believe how well we’ve connected. The car disappears into the night. She blows me a final kiss to send me home.

I text her some movie possibilities she may be interested in.

“Check it out, dear.” I text.

“Okay my love….” was her reply.

Yea. She said that.

 

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