Another Life – Chapter 1

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14 of the Weirdest, Craziest, Philly-est Stories from 2018

Greased poles, profane potholes, farm animals roaming the city. Just another year in Philadelphia.

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1969 Volkswagen Minibus – 1969 to 1984 – Part 2

I think it was Christmas 1978 and Janice got a blue VW Rabbit for Christmas. Great gift. But she was the first born and the first child going off to college. She had been accepted to Franklin & Marshall. She was always a good student. So I guess Dad wanted her to have solid transportation to and from school, or to at least get around while she was away at college.

Blue was her favorite color and it was a cute little car. But all this meant was that the minibus was going to me next. Dad had discussed it with me. The age to drive in PA was 16 but in NJ it was 17. But the drinking age in PA is 21 and it was 18 in NJ. Go figure. So in 1980 I was legal for everything.

My dad would take me out for a few hours in the morning on the weekends and teach me how to drive. I really learned how to drive a van. Because Wildwood, NJ is an island, tidal flooding must always be taken into consideration. So many of the roads crown in the middle so that water will run along the sides and not the middle.

So here I am with a very patient teacher (Dad) teaching me how to do K turns on a crown in a VW minibus without stalling the vehicle. It’s a 4 speed stick. Oh, and the van has a big blind spot on the back right side. It was very challenging for a new driver. I stalled her out plenty of times until I learned how to balance the clutch and the gas. It’s all just a balanced dance with the feet. When you learn in a vehicle like that that is big, awkward, sluggish manual steering and stick, you really learn how to manage any car after that.

It took a few lessons and I studied the book you get from the DMV when they issue you your permit. I aced the test, and passed the driving test thanks to Dad.

But that was the 2nd time I took the driving test.

The first time I was nearly through it and the guy that was in the van with me when I took the test yanked on the emergency brake and broke it. The van was 12 years old by then, it just gave way because he pulled on it really hard. So he failed me not for my performance but because of the vehicle.

My dad was pissed. I remember him being angry at the guy. It’s always okay to do stuff to your own kids, but see what happens when somebody else does something to them. I remember we were walking back to the barracks and a piece of the paperwork blew out of my dad’s hand and we were both chasing it in the wind.

Well I guess we chased that slip of paper into a restricted area, and when we looked up there were two formidable soldiers with automatic weapons pointed at us. We explained that we were chasing a document and had gotten it. We walked back to the barracks and re-scheduled another test for me. My dad was still salty about the test guy, but we had a good laugh about having armed soldiers pointing their guns at us.

So now the old horse was mine. My dad said he wanted the van to be nice when he passed it to me so he took me to a stereo store and he had a cassette player installed in it. two speakers up front under the dash and three in the back. I didn’t even have a cassette player at home. I was still buying vinyl records and had some 8 tracks.

I remember I had heard a song on the radio called “Girls Got Rhythm.” I wanted that to be the first cassette I ever bought. So I drove out to the Rio Grande Mall and  picked up AC/DC’s Highway To Hell album. I cranked that shit up all the way back to the house.

Sometimes after dinner I would just get in and drive around for a while. I just loved listening to my music and driving around. If my sister April needed she and her girlfriends to be transported or picked up, I had the capabilities and the space to carry a load of them.

Having the minibus all summer back in 1981 was glorious. We could cruise around in it, carry my band gear, it was awesome.

There was an old drive in movie theater out in Rio Grande. One of my coolest memories of the van was, we’d drive out there and see double features. It was fantastic fun for a bunch of young guys. I remember the road leading in was all broken seashells. It was a dilapidated dump of a place but we loved it. We’d find a good spot and park the van at dusk. We’d have our tickets and all get out of the van and head towards the broken down fence. We’d slip through the opening and hit the liquor store on the other side on Rt. 47. I’d usually get an 8 pack of Miller ponies.

We’d slip back in and then go buy a bunch of snacks. Once it got dark the movie would start. It was always a double feature, which as awesome. I’d recognize other guy’s I knew there sometimes. I’d walk by this one dude’s car I knew and if the windows were all steamed up, I did not approach. He had a girl in there.

But for the most part it was a fun night with the guys. You would pull up along side one of the metal poles and hooked to it was a speaker. It had a clip on the back so you could hang it on your window to provide the audio. (A few years later you could just tune your car stereo to a certain station and hear the movie that way.)

Sometimes I’d pull up sideways between two of the audio station poles, and just open up the van. Some of the guys brought beach chairs and we’d all just sit outside and watch the movie. I’d leave the audio boxes on the poles and just crank them up so we could all hear.

Lovely memories.

I think it’s a shopping center now.

Now it was time to make some new memories with the Magic Bus!

 

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Crazy Dating Stories – Alicia – Bar Owner

After the 3 part Cherie series last week, I wanted to give everyone a little break from me and my girlfriend. So here’s a story from my past to entertain you until my next encounter with Cherie.

I had recently gotten divorced back in 2001 and one of my friends decided to hook me up with Alicia who was about 10 years younger than me and “Owned a bar”. (Love her already!) She drove a super nice car and wore clothes much nicer than mine, so I figured she was a little high maintenance or just a successful bar owner.

We meet at a party and she’s awesome, super pretty, fun, and says she LOVES TO PLAY POKER in Atlantic City. This is great because I said we should go play some time. We hit it off great and make plans to go the next weekend.

The next weekend rolls around and I meet her at her house (Borderline mansion), and I drive us down to AC. It’s about 45 minutes/miles to AC. We chat and have a great time the entire way. We also make the agreement that whatever we both win we split. If I win $500 and she wins $700 it’s $600 for the both of us.

We get there and I pull out $600 from the ATM to sit and play cash, strangely she doesn’t pull out anything so I assume she brought cash. Before we even make it to the poker pit she says “Let’s play some slots”…. Now I HATE slots and think they’re for suckers but I’m not above dropping a bill for fun so we sit down and I open my wallet. She snatches a bill…. $500 left… which after a couple of max bets is GONE… I say, “Lets go” and she says “Let me try one more time” and I go to check my wallet for anything less than a $100 bill…. she snatches another…. Now I’m down to $400.

Now I know damn well looking back I should have called bullshit right then and there but I was young and she was hot. I’ve always had a weakness for beauty.

She drains the hundred and we proceed to the poker pit. Right at the entrance I pull out my wallet to get my $400 to sit and like a fucking ninja she snatches $200 and says, “I’m gonna play slots while you play poker” and is gone before I can say anything!!!

I am seething mad but also a pretty good poker player.  I sit with the table minimum of $200 and quickly make back the $400 she took plus $200. She comes back like an hour later and says, “look what I won with that $200 and has a slip for $700!! I snatch it as soon as she shows me. I cash out my $800 and head to the cashier with $800 in chips and the $700 ticket from her. $1500 isn’t looking bad.

I cash everything and hand her $450… half of the $900 after I recoup my $600 that I withdrew. I’m met with “Whoa, Whoa, Whoa! Where’s my $750?!?!”

There was no explaining that we were splitting everything we WON and that I recouped my $600 and split the $900 that remained. Alicia’s screaming mad and keeps telling me that it’s not fair and I’m screwing her etc.

I have no clue what to do…. we’re in Atla,ntic City 45 minutes from home and she’s coming undone at the seams in front of god and everybody. This is the point I decide to nut up and just start walking to my car with her SCREAMING in tow.

We get to the car and it’s the longest most awkward drive home. 45 minutes of dead silence (which wasn’t that bad considering her yelling before!) and we reach her place. I stop and she looks at me and says “I hope you weren’t planning on coming in and getting fucked.”

Deadpanned, I reply “You’ve been fucking me all night, I think I’ve had enough.”

Come to find out, mommy and daddy owned the house, car and bar. Alicia was a part-time bar-back while going to school.

I hate my friends.

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – Are Money And Social Status More Important Than Looks, Confidence And Determination Regarding Dating Success?

As in many other pieces published on phicklephilly, space, coherence and readership adaption call for less extensive reasoning about other positive factors, as well as constraining factors. I will now address some of these and explain why these three still determine the bulk of one’s dating success. I will also add a number of particular points that have not been emphasized in earlier articles.

Dating success
First I would like to explain what I mean by dating success. Since it seems more or less self-evident, many choose to not explain this. As I see it, though, dating success primarily means notch count understood as a decent balance between quality and quantity. One or two hot girlfriends over a period of 20 years do not make you successful by any means, although it might make a person happy if those long-term relationships have been mostly positive experiences and of course are preferable to dating average girls.

Conversely, 100 5s cannot be understood as substantial dating success either. For dating success to occur, a man most be able to bang a larger number of 7s, 8s and 9s, and not that many 5s and 6s in relationship to the total notch count. Sure there are guys who have claimed that three-digit numbers are required to be called a Don Juan – and indeed there are several levels of Casonova-ness – but those in the two-digit span can also be fine if the average quality is relatively high. Balance is important and one should not be too obsessed about sheer numbers, if not for other reasons than because there are other important things in life than raw score (pun intended).

Money and social status
I fully agree that a large degree of money and/or social status really are important factors. However, a large portion of these are generally outliers. Few men can compete with actors, pop stars, successful sportsmen and billionaires, but then most men do not belong to any of these categories, nor is it realistic to do so in the future.

Money and social status can be measured as continuous rather different variables. So to have a monthly salary of 10 000 US dollars is much better than to earn only 5000, which in turn is preferable to 2500 and so on. To have a relatively large network of friends and acquaintances and significant popularity within those circles, are of course better than a small network.

However, given that a man who is determined to improve himself in order to get laid will almost automatically try to improve his earnings and social status. But to use the money wisely and appropriately are even more crucial components. A man who is determined will not buy a Playstation 4 unit or gaming computer. He will not buy an expensive yet fairly mediocre car and drive around with his average girlfriend in it. He will, on the other hand, perhaps buy a ticket to Bogata, Madrid or Tokyo, a Hugo Boss suit and fitting shoes.

Regarding social influence one must realize that a lot of hunting occurs more or less alone. To have social proof is important sometimes, but day game, online game and night game mostly go hand in hand with individual efforts. Social circle game can be a powerful way to perform, but you must have looks and confidence within that circle, because otherwise it will be friend-zoning that awaits you. Agreeableness, extroversion and likeability only go so far.

Further, as Troy Francis logistics is one of the keys. A guy who is determined to have more dating success will try to fix that as well. It could be to pick a hotel instead of a hostel, rent an apartment closer to a club, or find a love hotel in Tokyo around 7:30 in the morning.

Sure one needs some degree of money for that, but that are the amount of resources that you have saved by making proper hacks and priorities. Most guys have that kind of money as they are clustered somewhere in the middle of the income spectrum in the West. The real issue is to figure out how to maximize one’s potential with disposable means, whether economic, physical or mental.

Constraining factors
Furthermore there are a lot of constraining factors involved. A guy can fall on the rope due to reasons that go beyond looks, confidence and determination. Being too introvert, mildly autistic, depressed, living in the completely wrong place, or making minor mistakes along the way will not serve you well.

I am not sanguine that everything can be fixed either, if not for other reasons than because genes largely     underlie personality and behavior. Still the extreme game-detrimental personality profiles are outliers, and since most men are clustered somewhere in the middle also in this regard most can improve themselves a lot in the proper direction.

Conclusion
Money and social status are indeed very important factors that underlie dating success. However, since most men are clustered somewhere in the middle of the income and social status spectrum, how and for what purpose he uses his disposable resources are more crucial than the earnings and network size. Constraining factors linked to personality and behavior are likewise outliers. The key is for the middle-man to work hard and figure out how he will accomplish the most with the least resources, which is linked to the determination factor.

 

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Cherie – Chapter 12 – Breakfast with Baby

Cherie parked at 17th and Arch. It was 9:30am on Tuesday. She walked down to Rachael’s which as we all know is my favorite breakfast spot. She arrived and we ordered. She had the bacon and cheese omelette and I changed it up. Normally I do scrambled eggs, bacon and a buttery bagel. But today I went with the French toast, with a side of bacon. It was fantastic. We sat there for a while and chatted.

She told me she was scheduled to work three night shifts this weekend, so she couldn’t come down. I was disappointed I wouldn’t get to see her, but I knew it would give me a chance to clean the bat cave. Especially the bedroom. That’s definitely happening.

Lorelei is normally away on the weekends so the coast will be clear for Cherie to come over to play. I told Cherie with how hard she works and how she has to drive an hour down here to see me, maybe she needs a place to lie down and rest in the afternoon. She laughed knowing I just want to get into her pants.

We finished up and went back to her car. She’s still under the weather but getting better every day. I’m still coughing. I’m sure the smoking doesn’t help. But at least I don’t do it around her. She had to get to her class at Temple, so our encounter was short but sweet. She wasn’t as affectionate as she usually is, but she said she doesn’t want to get too worked up in broad daylight in her car, and also because she knows she’s not going to see me for two weeks.

 

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