Celebrity Sightings: Bella DeMone – Philly Model

Happy Friday!

This is a spectacularly beautiful model. She’s also a friend so I decided to showcase this lovely girl on Phicklephilly!

 

Take it away, Bella!

 

Hey everyone! My name is Bella DeMone, a Philadelphia based model. My passion consists of art and photography. I enjoy what I do, love meeting all different kinds of people and seeing their unique talent. Modeling is absolutely everything I’ve wanted to pursue. The runway puts me on top the world. It’s freedom, being yourself, where all worries are out the window. These are the moments that feel wonderful, a dream come true.

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Hey everyone! My name is Bella DeMone, a Philadelphia based model. My passion consists of art and photography. I enjoy what I do, love meeting all different kinds of people and seeing their unique talent. Modeling is absolutely everything I’ve wanted to pursue. The runway puts me on top the world. It’s freedom, being yourself, where all worries are out the window. These are the moments that feel wonderful, a dream come true.
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Bella DeMone

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My MM URL: http://www.modelmayhem.com/BellaDeMone

Mayhem # 3185928

About Me

Hey all! I currently reside in the Philadelphia area, and am open to reasonable travel for the right opportunity. I work in the medical field, and am accustomed to working with a variety of people. But behind those doors I’m all about fashion, and about making a great photo or project come to life. Fashion and modeling art is a passion that I enjoy, and I am loving every minute of it. Modeling gives me the chance to feel free and act out, and have fun in the process.

For those looking to work with me, please know:

-I’m punctual, and will be focused on the project.
-I have listed my genres in this profile.
-Please be respectful of including a basic transportation costs if you would like to do a TF shoot that is outside the city limits. Nothing crazy, but every bit does help.
-Please also respect my bringing an escort to any shoot, as that alleviates my safety concerns. I promise that they won’t get in the way, and they can even hold a reflector or help out as needed.
-Please be able to explain the who/what/where/when/why/how of your project, and I will do my best to make that happen. This helps to avoid any miscommunications or misunderstandings. If you email all of this, please include a contact phone so that I can call you back.
-I have been fortunate to have made some great contacts on the scene already, and have been part of some wonderful creative projects. I look forward to many more of them. I want to make the most of this experience, so please share with me your ideas!
-To schedule with me, please email me at photography@exithibernationmedia.com, or use Model Mayhem. Please include your contact info, so that you don’t get lost in the spam (a contact phone #, MM url, email addy), and I will get back to you ASAP. Serious inquiries only, please, as I do have a day job and am very focused on the important things in life (work, family, living, modeling). Please include the full description of what you want to do in your email, and not just a general idea.

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Update:

-there are too many wonderful people on MM! The feedback is encouraging…and the creepy emails from people only make this more of an adventure.

Photographers of Interest:

A. G. Heefner, Exit Hibernation Media

Rob Eberle

William “Bob” Kearns

Gary Boswell

Makeup Artists of Interest:

Tina Kane

Matt Phoenix

Justine Freeman

Susan Carabello

Alexandra Ley

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Wildwood Daze – Summer of 1977 – El Morro Motel

It had been the worst year of my young life. I was 14 going on 15 years old. But Junior High at Fels was finally over and I was at the shore for the summer in Wildwood. I was basically what my father called a Prisoner of Love. That meant limited time out. You don’t get rewarded with a bunch of fun and free time after having such a shitty school year. I think if some of the bullying laws were in place back then like they are now maybe I wouldn’t have had such a horrible time in school.

When a child is being abused at school and at home you just can’t concentrate in school. I was a smart kid, but I hated my life and didn’t want to apply myself like my more compliant and solid sister Janice.

My father was going to keep me busy all summer doing chores around the house. First of which was to scrub all of the rust off of all of the bicycles. The salt air oxidizes all things metal at the shore. It was going to be a horrible arduous task.

I was walking down 10th street one day with my friend Dominic. We were probably coming from our favorite arcade, Botto’s. We were nearly to the corner of 10th and Ocean ave. It was a warm day in June. That corner property was the El Morro Motel. It was a cute classic seashore motel. (That’s the best pic I could find of it, but that’s the genuine article)

On the door to the office was a Help Wanted sign for a poolboy. I went in and applied. I had never had a job before and didn’t even know how to go about it. But I went in and spoke to the owner. He told me to fill out a little application, and come back with signed working papers. I think you need that if you’re under the age of 18. (Maybe 16?)

My skin was clearing up in the summer sun and sea. My top braces had been taken off, and I didn’t need to wear my glasses all of the time. So I was emerging from puberty as an okay looking boy. I felt a little more human.

I go home and tell my parents. My mom said we’d go to the local city hall and get the necessary forms. But when my father found out he was overjoyed. That’s all it took. This was the beginning of my teenage years getting better. No more prison time, I was treated better, and especially no rust scrubbing job for me. This was actually the turning point for me as a young man.

I got the job and started that Monday morning at 7am.  I made $40 a week. But for a 14-year-old kid in 1977, that was serious money. I was living on $5 a week allowance from my mom and doing fine. Comic books were 20 cents back then so for a buck you could get five! A slice of pizza was fifty cents and a soda was a quarter. Pinball was twenty-five cents for three games. So five bucks went a long way back then. The rest of the time we were on the beach playing. That was summer back then.

I go in and the owner is there to show me how to do the job. I thought I’d be skimming the pool and what not, I had no idea what a job was but I actually had a somewhat complex job description. Pool Boy sounds like a nothing job but here is what I did all morning at the El Morro Motel.

Bring out all of the cushions for the lounge chairs around the pool. Empty and clean all of the ashtrays between each one. Sweep around the pool area. Mix the cleaning agent in a bucket and scrub all of the tiles around the entire pool above the water’s surface. Skim the bugs and detritus off the surface of the water. Hook up the aqua vacuum and clean the bottom and walls of the pool under the water. Check the PH balance of the water in the pool and add chlorine as necessary. Clean the baby pool the same way you clean the big pool. Sweep up around the hotel in front of the rooms. Vacuum the Astroturf on the second floor outside the rooms. Empty and clean all of the ashtrays in front of every motel room. Sweep the walkways, and pick up any trash around the parking lot. Then come back at night around 7pm and bring in all of the cushions from the lounge chairs around the pool. Take out the trash cans every week. So basically Pool Boy means entire motel maintenance crew!

Around 11am I would finish and punch out. This was my favorite time of the day. I would smoke a cigarette. (Fuckin’ punk I was) Then I would go back home two blocks away. Best part was, my mom would still be at the beach with the girls. Janice would be working over at Russo’s Market, so she wouldn’t be home, and like I said, my mom wouldn’t be back to the house with little April and Gabrielle until noon. So there was only one thing to do.

Put the album Aerosmith “Rocks” on my dad’s stereo and crank that shit up and play air guitar and pretend I was in a rock band and chicks were screaming my name. It was glorious. Girls hated me in junior high because I basically looked and acted like a leper, but a boy can dream for a half hour alone in his house.

So things were looking up for me. As long as I got up every morning and went to work and behaved myself, I was in the black with my parents.

Life was good. But it was about to become wonderful…

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Celebrity Sightings – Sheena Parveen – Philly Weather Girl – Part 2

I think it was back in 2015. I was out one night with my buddy Church. We end up at Ashton Cigar Bar. Ashton is Philadelphia’s premier whiskey, cigar and cocktail bar. Featuring a beautiful, contemporary design and a warm, comfortable atmosphere, It’s located in the heart of Philadelphia’s Center City district. (Actually right across from out salon!)

With a luxurious selection of 200 premium cigars enshrined in a pristine all-glass walk-in humidor, Ashton Cigar Bar has something to please both the cigar connoisseur and novice. Their selection of over 385 whiskeys is renowned as the best whiskey list in Philadelphia. Their epic whiskey collection focuses on Single Malt Scotch, Blended Scotch, Bourbon, Rye Whiskey, Irish Whiskey, North American Whiskey, World Whiskey and White Whiskey, including numerous rare and limited vintages.

In addition to whiskey and cigars, Ashton Cigar Bar is also known as one of Philly’s best cocktail bars. Their specialty cocktail menu showcases famous classic cocktails, along with some signature cocktails of their own. All of their cocktails are carefully crafted and perfectly poured combining fresh local ingredients with the finest spirits. Ashton Cigar Bar is a sanctuary for lovers of fine cigars, craft cocktails, whiskey and other fine spirits.

And a bunch of douchebags.

The waitresses are hot and Church knows the bartender so we’ll probably get a drink hookup. But I don’t go to Ashton. I’m not a cigar guy, but I don’t mind the smell. Whenever I smell a cigar, it always reminds of my Dad when I was a kid. He always enjoyed a good cigar on occasion. So when I enter Aston’s low lit lounge I always think of my father. But that’s still not enough to make me ever go there.

But on this particular night we ended up there. Church bounced at the door for a period of time, but that got a little crazy. He always had to deal with drunken idiots who wanted to come in and he wouldn’t let them because they were visibly intoxicated. So that was a tough job dealing with drunks all night.

The manager rolls by us and stops to say hello and chat.

“Did you see who just walked by?”

“No. Who?”

“Sheena Parveen!”

“Sheena Parveen is here?”

“Yea she just went to the bar down there to get a drink.”

“Church, hold my beer.”

Every dude I know who has watched her do the weather every night on NBC loves Sheena Parveen. She’s hot, with a smokin’ body and a lively personality.

I see her at the bar. Think of a cute baby seal that’s getting hot lying up on the rocks. Envision that sweet baby seal deciding to hop into the sea to cool off.

Now think of a great, dark grey dorsal fin cutting through the water at high-speed, froth foaming behind the fin as it cuts through the water, heading straight for that little baby seal.

That was me striding towards Sheena Parveen. Beloved local TV personality and weather girl.

But what would the average guy say to her? What could he possibly have in common with this lady? I needed to use my lightning fast, think on my feet, sales brain to come up with something to get, and hold her attention so that I could get something from her.

“Hello. Ms. Parveen.”

“Hi.” (seems a little buzzed)

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Charles.”

“Sheena. Nice to meet you.”

“Sheena I had an idea I wanted to run by you if you have a second.”

“Sure!”

“I work for a local publication. (hand her my card to show that I’m legit) We have our Annual Summer Guide coming out in a month or so.”

“Okay.”

“Well I had this idea. Who does Philly go to for their weather report before they drive to the shore every week?”

“Me!”

“Exactly. I’d like to get you on the cover of our Summer Guide to make sure everybody knows that.”

“That would be amazing. I’d love that!”

(I literally came up with that pitch in the ten seconds it took for me to leave my friends and go chat to Sheena.)

Then the best part comes, when I hit the hyper drive.

I type her name into my phone and pull my classic original move. I hand her my phone. She looks at the phone then up at me. I remain unresponsive.

“My cell?”

I simply cock my eyebrow and tilt my head toward the phone.

“Okay… (starts typing) Please don’t be crazy.”

Hits save and hands the phone back to me.

“Thank you, Sheena. We’ll be in touch.”

“Yea. Sounds great.”

Church approaches. “Hey, look at this great looking couple!” Holds up his phone and snaps some photos.

We were never able to get Sheena on the cover of our publication due to scheduling conflicts, but I got to meet one of my local TV babes in person. I had the will to get her to give me her cell number and got the pictures to prove it.

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Celebrity Sightings – Sheena Parveen – Philly Weather Girl -Part 1

Sheena Parveen is a beautiful American TV show host as well as a presenter.  Working for NBC 10 as the network’s meteorologist and reporter

Early Years & Career

She was born on September 23, 1987, in India. Her mother was an American real estate employee and her father was an Indian computer programmer. She is mixed ancestry of German and Indian. She holds American nationality. She follows Christian religion. She belongs to a white ethnic background. She spent most of her childhood days in Florida.

Sheena Parveen Wiki, Bio, Married, Husband or Boyfriend

Quick Information

Date of Birth/Birthday May 23, 1987
Age 30 Years 6 Month(s)
Nationality American
Profession/Occupation Meteorologist
Working For/Engaged On TV Presenter
Husband/Spouse N/A
Married Not Yet
Divorced No
Boyfriend/Dating Not Disclosed
Gay/Lesbian No
Ethnicity White
Net Worth $3 Million Dollars
Height/Tall 5′ 2″
Weight 47 Kg.
Body Measurements 34-28-36 inches

Sheena Parveen is an American TV show host and presenter, who was born on September of 1987. She was born to an Indian father, who was an Indian computer programmer and an American real estate employee mother.

Parveen is a Christian by religion and belongs to a mixed ethnicity. Her childhood days were spent in Florida, and she studied meteorology at the Florida State University.

Having a keen interest in space and weather cast, she also studied mathematics.

Being an only child she had a wonderful childhood. She has mixed ancestry of German and Indian, but her nationality is American.

She attended the Florida State University and studied meteorology there. At the very young age, she had an interest in space and weather. She also has a minor in mathematics. While she was in school, she was on the school volleyball team. She also loved dancing. She first started her career working with MSBC-TV in Florida. Then she worked for NBC. She also hosts weather reports at 11 a.m. and evening broadcast at 5 p.m. on NBC 10. She is considered one of the highest paid TV personality. As of 2016, Sheena Parveen’s net worth is estimated to be $3 million dollars.

Although she is a famous media personality, information about her personal life is hardly available online. She was rumored to have had affairs with TV personas like William Green and Hugh Jackson, but all those incidents didn’t seem to last long.

She played volleyball in her school and was on the school team as well. Her interest also included dancing, and she did a bit of stage act as well.

She has appeared in several TV shows and hosts her show as well. She is one of the famous TV hosts at the time.

Having started her career with ABC’s associate MSBC- TV in Florida, she currently works for NBC Washington. She left NBC10 and left Philly for something good.

She was also said to be dating actor Jason Statham as she was seen with him on several occasions. But the rumors were later dismissed as she had only met him during one of her news coverage.

Despite all the rumors and speculations about her relationship status, there is no confirmation about her dating anyone at present. It looks like she does not want to have a boyfriend or a husband and she is not married. So there is no chance of her having children or getting a divorce.

This sexy lady surely has hot legs, but she is not a very tall woman. Her height is about 5 feet and 2 inches. Her last recorded weight was 47 kg, around 100 pounds. She has a very likable face and a hot figure.

Her personality is enhanced with that captivating smile she possesses. She has shiny black eyes, and although her natural hair color isn’t known, she has tawny hair.

This beautiful and charismatic woman has a hot physique and a curvaceous body. Her body measurements read 34-28-36 inches.

She also has long and smooth legs, which can be seen whenever she appears on the show in short skirts.

She has average sized feet, and her shoe size is 7, standard American size. There are some sexy pictures of her in her swim wears and bikinis, where she has revealed more of her attractive body.

Sheena left NBC10 and headed to WRC-TV which is also owned by NBC. However, people she worked with did miss her presence in the channel.

The show had to go on and they have found the replacement. Even though, the contributions of Sheena can’t be replaced, only the continuity is contributed by the new one. Sheena had joined NBC10 in 2011, who replaced her?

Tammie Souza replaced Sheena.

Look at her Twitter and you will get all the updates from her new channel. From the direction of the wind to the temperature, you will get updated and will understand in detail about the environment.

 

Tune in tomorrow where you’ll read how I met her! (And I’ve got the pictures to prove it!)

 

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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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Francesca – Monday Feels Like Friday

I’ve been working a lot lately.  But it’s always good to schedule some time with friends you haven’t seen in a while.

I pack up my laptop and head out on Monday and go to Cavanaugh’s in Rittenhouse. The Monday special is half off all cheese steaks. That’s with fries or tater tots. It’s a great deal. I always sit in the back at my favorite table because it’s quiet and I can work on my computer or write this blog.

Karina took Ann Marie’s place on Mondays. I love Ann Marie and miss seeing her sweet face. (See: Ann Marie – 2015 to Present – Rose Among Thorns) I thought things wouldn’t be the same after Ann Marie left. But it’s been quite the contrary. Karina does everything that Ann Marie did to ensure the level of hospitality I so love…and more! Normally the person you love that works at a bar or restaurant leaves and it’s just never the same. But Karina nails it every time.

Says my name when I come as she greets me. Immediately brings me a glass of ice water to my table. Knows the exact way I order my cheese steak without me even having to tell her. Brings my glass of diet coke out when the food comes out. Checks on me regularly but not too much. Just the right amount of attention I need. After lunch she asks me if I will be having my usual cocktail later. At 3pm she brings a Manhattan to me neat with a cherry. I don’t want the cherry so she stopped doing it. She also brings me a side of ice. Perfect.

I sip that one drink for an hour. I’m happily typing away and around 4pm the lovely Karina returns and asks if I’d like another. I do, and she makes another one. Ann Marie would do this same ritual, but the drink she made was spirit forward but not a Manhattan that I know of.

Oh, and Ann Marie always charged me full price for everything. The drinks were always eight bucks a piece. Karina on the other hand only charges me $5! She makes a perfect Manhattan with Bulliet Bourbon. So although I do miss cute Ann Marie, times truly are better now on Mondays than ever before.

Around 4:30pm in rolls my dear friend Francesca. I haven’t seen her in over eight months. She’s 5′ 9″ Brunette, Boobs paid for by her dad, and legs for days. She loves everything pizza, and loves to drink wine. She’s attractive so she’s great to take to events and she can handle her cocktails so she’ll never embarrass you. I’m surprised I’ve never written about her before this but it just hasn’t happened. (Maybe we were having too much fun!)

I met Francesca back in 2014 through my friend Alice. (See: Alice – 2012 to Present – The Cute Recruiter) I was invited to lunch by Alice and she said her friend would be joining us. I immediately took a shine to Francesca during that lunch. She said she Francesca formerly worked at the same recruitment firm. Francesca now worked for the liquor company Jacquins at the time, and I worked at the wine publication, so we had a lot in common. I told her we should meet up and she could go through my account list to help her find some good bar clients to whom she could sell her products.

She’s dressed appropriately for a woman I haven’t seen in eight months. She looks beautiful and is wearing a barely there little black outfit. It’s just a light top and what appears to me little shorts. I’m suddenly happy it’s such a hot day. Francesca has gorgeous long legs and this may be the most I’ve ever seen of them.

We head over to Square 1682 at 17th and Sansom. We sit at the bar and she has a cosmo and I switch over to chardonnay with a side of ice. Roman the bartender is there and as always, he’s on point.

Francesca says she’s no longer with her boyfriend. There was a guy before him who we all thought was gay, but she swears no. Then there was this guy and now he’s gone too. Apparently he had anger issues. He never hit her, he would just get really angry about things all the time. Too angry for whatever was happening. I know Francesca is a chill chick, so this dude had a problem. She also goes on to say that he was jealous. Even of my texts to her. Which is ridiculous because I usually just send her crazy pizza pics because she loves pizza.

She had worked for a payroll company and recently she and a few of her coworkers were laid off. Good news is, they’re paying her a few months of severance. She’s been interviewing with a medical supply company. I think she’d be great at that. All those medical reps are usually hot girls. Maybe she’ll meet a doctor!

It was great seeing my lovely friend, I think in a week or so we’re going to meet up again and rip into some brick oven pizza!

 

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Andrea – 2014 – S&M Girl

“Hi Lorelei. Daddy’s just going to take this fat, drunk bitch back to his room and tie her up. Then you’re going to hear a lot of slapping and squishing sounds. You’re also going to hear Daddy say a bunch of really foul sexually degrading things to this woman, so you better put your ear buds in and crank that shit up.”

One night a couple of years ago, I was out with a friend of mine. We were having drinks outside at Misconduct at 15th & Locust. He was telling me a story about this girl he met on Tinder. Pure hookup. She comes over to his apartment. Sadly, she doesn’t look like her Tinder pics. Which is not good. That’s like seeing a photo of a car you want to buy in the Auto Trader and when you get to the lot to check out the car, it’s an older model and a little banged up and maybe even a bit more car than you saw in the photos.

But he was drunk and up for the foul deed. He said she was a thick girl but he went to town on her anyway. Like my tinder profile says: “If you don’t look like your photos, you’re going to buy me drinks until you do.” So he said it was good sex except for one thing. He didn’t like that she wanted him to spit on her and hit her. There’s nothing wrong with what two consenting adults do with each other behind closed doors. Especially if everyone’s on board with what’s happening. But he didn’t like it. Just not his thing.

He told me that he wasn’t comfortable with that situation. He said at that point no matter what he was into or what he would do, he couldn’t do that again.  It just wasn’t him. (He didn’t spit on her or hit her at all) At that time, back in the beginning of 2014, I had just come off a break up and told him to send Andrea pics of me. Because I was up for whatever she wanted dished out. The key here is when it comes to dominance, be firm…not mean. There’s a big difference. I would discipline and correct her if necessary. And remember, the submissive party is ALWAYS in control. They have the safe word and hold the power to cancel the fantasy at anytime. That’s the rules of S&M play.

Well, nothing came of it. Until earlier this year when she connected to me on LinkedIn. LinkedIn of all places! Can you imagine with all of the dating websites out there, LinkedIn brings me the crazy S&M chick? So we chatted and did some texting. She wanted me to text her all of the things I was going to do to her, so I did. I have a pretty good imagination. She said she was getting really turned on and that we should meet.

I set it up that we should meet at the Ranstead Room. It’s just a good spot normally to hideout with somebody. I get there and I’m just chilling with a drink. She arrives shortly thereafter. My friend was right about her. In her Tinder pics she looks really hot, but in real life she is a lot bigger, and what was with that low tranny voice? Not good. I just wasn’t feeling it. I would have to drink a LOT of cocktails for Andrea to start to resemble her profile pics on Tinder. So I figured what the hell, I was already here and the drinks were flowing. She wasn’t that hot but at least I was someplace where nobody knew me.

Then the manager from the restaurant where my daughter works suddenly comes through the door and walks right up to me and says hello using my name.

Now I’m made. He can see who I’m with and now everybody there knows my name.

Andrea starts telling me about her life. She hates her job and wants to leave Philly. (Probably a good idea for us all.) She was seeing some crazy drug dealer loser guy. He’s suicidal, and does tons of coke. It’s bad, and she’s not much better.  I always thought if you did a bunch of cocaine you were skinny. Certainly not the case here.

After awhile we’re getting pretty tipsy. We went outside for a cigarette. She was on me like a northern pike hitting the bait. So I’m making out with her and people are walking by on Ranstead and she just pulls her boobs out. She’s losing her shit. She wants to take me back behind the building and give me a blowjob.

Yea. Great. I’ll just go stand behind my daughter’s manager’s Mercedes-Benz and you can give me oral. What if he walks outside and sees that shit? That’s not going to be good for me or anybody. Now, if this was Los Angeles and it was 1982, yea I’d be down for that, but not now. That’s gross. Sure, I’m flattered that she’s turned on enough from my words and the alcohol to want to blow me in a filthy alley, but no. Just no. I don’t roll like that.

She’s drunk. We go back inside and we’re in the vestibule and all sorts of things are happening with lips and fingers. If somebody comes through either door, we’re going to jail. So after that brief encounter, we go back inside. I kind of want to go home. In the right environment, some S&M play could be fun with her, but I’m just not getting a good vibe from her in this moment. She’s calling me daddy and all that shit. She says she loves older men, etc. I tell her I have an early sales meeting in the morning that I have to travel to so we should wrap it up. (A bold-faced lie)

She wants to go back to my place and have sex. Great idea. I can see it now. Me walking through the door to my apartment with Andrea and my daughter sitting on the sofa.

“Hi Lorelei. Daddy’s just going to take this fat, drunk bitch back to his room and tie her up. Then you’re going to hear a lot of slapping and squishing sounds. You’re also going to hear Daddy say a bunch of really foul sexually degrading things to this woman, so you better put your ear buds in and crank that shit up.”

No. Not happening. We pay the bill, and we walk over to 18th Street. I hail her a taxi and send her on her way. I was actually relieved when she was gone.

If somebody I met and was in a relationship wanted to experiment with some things, I’d be down with that, but Andrea just isn’t that person.

Update! She appeared at the salon tonight for a tan before she goes to L.A!

She’s leaving Philly for good!

 

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