Lily – Nice to Meet You… Finally – Chapter 4

I press on…

“What’s happening currently in you life?”

“Is the food good here?”

“The food’s great here. I know the chef personally. He’s amazing.”

Lily orders a salad and the calamari. She responds to my question.

“I met this amazing Chinese guy on Tinder. He’s amazing. Good school. Studying to be a heart surgeon. He’s really far along. Self made. His dad was a cook. Classic come to America and kick the dream and make it. He’s so good. He takes me on really good dates. Always fun, great restaurants. He’s so nice to me. Gives me back massages. He’s really a wonderful man. 5’10” and in great shape. Hot. I love him.”

“Sex?”

“No. Not yet. He’s super busy with school and his career. I only see him like twice a month.”

“I have something like that now Lily, and I love it. I like the separation and the alone time. All of my relations have failed because I got to close.”

“He’s so great. So thoughtful. He can deal with me in whatever mood I’m in. He’s so great and I adore being with him. We’ve slept together but never had sex yet. We’ve seen each other naked but it just hasn’t happened yet.”

“He’s a virgin?”

“Oh shit. I thought that too but he says he’s not.”

“I love this guy for you but no guy is going to admit that at his age. He’ll probably rub his penis into your navel and you’ll be like, dude, you have to go south to get to the magic kingdom.”

“But he’s so great. He does all of the right things. I love him and he’s really fit too.”

“He sounds amazing, Lily. I’m really rooting for him in your life. I don’t even care if he’s a virgin which it sounds like he totally is, you’ll rock his fucking world.”

“I love him!”

“I’m a huge fan too. Pursue this relationship with Chinese Heart Doctor guy. I like that he’s romantic and sweet to you.”

“I was plowed after the Eagles game on New Years and he was so sweet to me after that at the Philadelphia Orchestra.”

I should tell you, you should never do Orchestra after Eagles game. Different vibe. You probably passed out.”

“I was banged up but he was so sweet to me and managed my drunken self and I really liked that. It’s like he’s more passive and I’m the dominant one in the relationship.”

“Because you’re dating a brilliant future doctor that you should cherish and relieve that boy of his virginity and rock his fucking world, Lily.

You’re a great girl for him. He cherishes you. You’re beautiful and sexy and you’re taking your time with him. That’s all this sweet genius needs. I’m rooting for you guys so hard! I love romance and innocence! Love is the most powerful thing in the universe. Please lean into it as I have in my life. It’s beautiful.”

 

I would love Lily to go forward with this really nice man. I have never met him but I think he’s great. If you’ve been reading this blog you know I like my girls with a touch of evil, so I adore Lily.

I was so happy to meet with her tonight. Lily’s great. Smart, interesting and clever. I meet so many people and I get my energy from the folks I meet. But every once in a while  Lily comes along and the fire burns little brighter that the rest.

It’s nice to bask in the sunlight of her wonderful rays.

“What’s on for the rest of the week, dear?”

“I took tomorrow off because I’m flying to Orlando.”

“How come?”

I have a guy that sent me tickets to come down and see him for in Florida.”

“Oh.”

“I’ve known him since California and he does conferences around the country. I used to totally love him, but I can only go for one day. Just tomorrow.”

“Are you going to sleep with him?”

“Yea, totally. But I’m only going for the day, because I can’t take that much time off from work.”

“Okay… Well have a safe trip and please don’t screw it up with Chinese heart surgeon guy that I love.”

“I won’t. Florida guy paid for my air fair and is going to give me more money.”

“How much?”

“He didn’t say. I know I’m staying at the Disney Swan.”

“Okay. sounds fun. Just be safe.”

“I talk to my mom about what I do.”

“Really?”

“She sees it as me dating rich guys and them wining and dining me and is okay with it.”

“Do you tell your mother that all of these men are married and are cheating on their wives to be with you?”

I watch my beautiful Lily pause. I can see why she is irresistible to these men. She’s smart, sexy, and absolutely beautiful.

“No… I didn’t mention that to my mom.”

I love a person that customizes the truth. Because that’s how we all deal with our realities.

Even me.

“Thank you for your time Lily. I really want you to come back to the salon to tan.”

She has to go home and pack for Orlando.

We get the bill and there are no drinks on the check. (Fucking yea, Roman) Just drank for free. But he has no control over the food so the bill was $25.

Lily is impressed by my power.

I pay the bill and drop a $20 tip for Roman because he’s amazing.

I notice that during this encounter, that it has played out in a very specific way. Baby showed up this time. She was on point. On time. I was happy to feed her and give her drinks. Lily was amazing and very revealing.

More than I could have expected.

I hope the next time I see her, (If there is a next time) She wants to eat some delicious gelato with her.

I cash out and realize that Lily will never kick in on the bill because she’s a sugar baby.

I relish in the fact that I got to be a sugar daddy to this sweet lovely girl. Lily trusted me enough to meet me for drinks to help feed my blog, but stayed true to her creed. The bill came and it was my sole responsibility. Of course it was.

I turned to her and felt it. I got to spend time with this brilliant wonderful woman, but that came at a price. Even though I’m not in her world, I have to pay when I hang with Lily. It’s automatic. I was happy to be her guy tonight.

I liked that she made the time to meet with me and made me pay. I like it. Lily is a woman who’s doing her own thing and even if you want to interview her for your blog it’s going to cost you.

Well played and I actually like the feeling,

Can’t wait to see you again Lily.

I walked her all the way home to her apartment.

I text her that I had gotten home safe and I was so happy to meet her

She said she’d swing by the salon soon.

I finally got to hang out with this extraordinary lady.

 

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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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Phicklephilly – Temple Is One Of The Top Schools For ‘Sugar Babies’

“Website says 155 Owls signed up to find ‘sugar daddies’ in 2015.”

College can be very expensive, and more than 100 Temple University students have sought help easing that financial burden by looking online for a “sugar daddy.”

That’s according to a list recently released by the website Seeking Arrangement. The service hooks up “babies” seeking pampering and allowances with “daddies” (or “mommas”) looking for “beautiful” companions.

The Daily Mail reports that Temple was fourth in the country for sign-ups on the website in 2015 with 155 students.

CEO and Founder Brandon Wade says the site offers a solution to the college debt crisis in the country. The site is not an escort service, according to UPI, as the “babies” — who receive an average of $3000 monthly allowances from their “daddies” — are not required to have sex with the men.

A new video advertisement for the site promotes the service as a way to pay for a college education, with a girl explaining, “our mission is to provide quality education, completely paid for by wealth benefactors.”

The video urges girls with so-called “daddy issues” to sign up. It chides “daddies” who give small allowances and one girl is seen being reprimanded for her skirt being too long.

Penn State was also on the list, coming in ninth with 121 new sign-ups. New York University topped the list with 225.

NBC Philadelphia reports that Philadelphia Police say it’s not worth investigating the vague distinction the site holds between dating and escort service.

How does Temple feel about ranking so high on the list? The school told the news station they wouldn’t comment as “Seeking Arrangement didn’t deserve any more publicity.”

I’d love to hear what everybody thinks about that video. Comments and thoughts welcome!

 

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Dina – 2011 to Present – Aggressive Diversity

I have been working a ton of hours lately. Work at the day gig, at night at the salon because we burned through some employees lately. I knew Summer was coming back soon but didn’t realize that her return was almost two months away. (See: Summer – 2017 to Present – Night Shift Girl and Outlaw) So rather than try to find someone, hire them, get them trained, figure out if the schedule works for them, I figured I’d just take all the night and weekend shifts and Achilles would hold down the fort during the day. Subsequently, I had no life for the last two months. I mean, I squeezed in a couple of lunches with friends and maybe two nights out with my buddy Church.

Just non stop work. But I like to work and be busy. It keeps me out of trouble, and once I do get a day off I’ll truly appreciate it.

Well that day has arrived and it is glorious. I go to the bank and get a check to give to my  friend and broker, Dina. (See: Dina – 2011 to Present – Lil’ JAP)  I then head over to one of my favorite lunch spots, Cavanaugh’s Rittenhouse. My favorite bartender doesn’t work on the day I go in anymore. I miss her. (See: Ann Marie – 2016 to Present – Rose Among Thorns) But the girl who took her place is really good. She’s a little blonde named Kelli.

I get there and go to the table where I always sit in the back. Normally it’s quiet in there when I go and gets even quieter as the afternoon rolls on. But right now there’s a ten top sitting right near me and apparently these people work for the Yelling and Loud Laughing Corporation. It’s a little annoying, but I’m sure they’ll quiet down when their chow comes out.

I order my usual from Kelli. Cheesesteak, American, no onions, fries, no pickle, a diet coke when my food comes out. Just water for now. That’s my move!

This is my first day off in 53 days! So happy. I get my food and it’s perfect. Kelli doesn’t forget my diet coke as the sandwich arrives. On point. Ann Marie never did that. She always just came to my table with the soda and the water at the beginning. I like it this way better.

The big table leaves after a while and the bar is nice and quiet again. Bliss. I have my laptop and crack off a few new blog posts from my past. I’m having a lovely day so far. Kelli checks on me a few times. I like the attention I’m getting. Not as flirty as Ann Marie but better service.

I tell Kelli that when Ann Marie was here, around 3pm she’d make me some spirit forward cocktail. I don’t know what it was, but she cobbled together some sort of Old Fashioned. Kelli asks me what was in it and I tell her. She says it sounds more like a Manhattan. I tell her when she gets a chance sometime after 3pm I’d like to have that with a side of ice.

I continue typing away. Some time goes by and I glance at the clock on my laptop. 3:01. Kelli appears. “Are you ready for that drink now?”

Right on time. Within a few minutes she delivers what appears to be a perfect Manhattan, neat, in a martini glass, maraschino cherry, and a side of ice. Looks good to me.

I’m typing away and it takes me the full hour to drink it. I go out for a cigarette and when I come back, Kelli returns and asks me if I want anything else. I tell her that the drink was great and I would love another. The creative juices are flowing and the keyboard is smoking.

The second drink arrives and I know this one won’t last as long as the first one. It never does. More typing, more sipping and this guy is done in 45 minutes. God, it feels so good to finally have a day off. I’m not meeting Dina until 7pm. I’ll hang here until 5:30 and then head over to Square 1682 to see my favorite bartender, Roman. (See: Roman – 2012 to Present – Rock n’ Roll Bartender)

Feels like two months ago before all of these crazy hours happened. I tell Kelli I’m going to close out. I look at my bill. She gave me industry discount on both cocktails! Those drinks were made with Bulliet Bourbon. That’s a great brand! Kelli only charged me $5 per drink! They were first-rate, and Ann Marie never did that for me.

I tip her up to what all of this would have really cost and pay cash. Cash is king in this industry. She’s pleased and I’m overjoyed. Kelli’s my new #1 day off “It” girl! Sorry Ann Marie!

I head over to Square and set up my laptop and phone at the bar. They have receptacles to plug-in so I can power up my devices and still type and text while waiting for Dina to arrive.

Roman already has a glass of chardonnay with a side of ice at the ready before I even sit down. Come for the booze, stay for the hospitality. Roman is happy that the vacation season is over and the patrons are back at his bar. I’m chatting with him because I haven’t seen him in almost two months. Just our usual small talk, life, work, family, etc.

A while passes and I’m feeling happy. Dina arrives and we decide to get away from the bar and take a little table to chat. Little Dina looks adorable, or as she would say, “Adorbs.” Even though she’s only 4’11” she has the metabolism of a bee. So of course she’s starving. We order another round of wine, and she gets a bowl of mac n’ cheese. I will say this, the food at Square 1682 is good. But Misconduct makes better mac n’ cheese, as does Jones down at 5th and Chestnut. But Dina stuffs it in her little maw like it’s her last meal.

After about an hour of laughs and crazy stories I hand her the envelope from my bank. But before I do I say these words: “Aggressive Diversity.” She gets it and stuffs it in her purse. The bill comes and she grabs it and pays with her corporate card. This really has been a wonderful day, but it’s not over yet.

We stop over the salon, because it’s Summer’s first night back closing up the place. Dina gets to meet her, and check out the new fitness center. We get the place locked down without incident. But there’s one more critical stop we have to make. We walk up to Chestnut street. She says she’s picking up dinner for she and her husband. I go into the restaurant with her. I don’t know what she’s ordering I’m just people watching and chilling. After a few minutes they hand her this giant bag filled with boxes. Yea, we’re at Popeye’s Chicken! It’s a decadent secret of lil’ Dina’s. Girl loves her some fried chicken!

Apparently they look like they ordered one of everything, plus fries, biscuits…the works! How are they going to eat all of this food!? They’re just two people. Dina calls and Uber and I get a ride home with her. What a great day.  I love my broker/friend!

 

 

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The Amazing Spider-Man #252

I knew that whenever something major happened in an issue in regard to a very popular character, that book would always become more valuable in the future.

Back in May of 1984 something wonderful happened. Marvel comics introduced the “New” Spider-Man. It was the same Spider-Man as before except they introduced the black costume. The cover was beautiful and harkened back to the cover of Amazing Fantasy #15, which was the first appearance of Spider-Man back in 1962. It was actually released the day after I was born.

I collected comic books my entire childhood into my early twenties. So in 1984 I was twenty-two years old and still into comics. I saw that the black costume was happening and told my dad about it. I knew that whenever something major happened in an issue in regard to a very popular character, that book would always become more valuable in the future. The death of Spider-Man’s girlfriend, Gwen Stacy (Spidey #121–122 June–July 1973) are very valuable books. Google Detective Comics #27 and you’ll really see what I mean.

I run all of this information by my father and being the man he is gets on the case. We also enlist the help of my brother-in-law. As my dad always said: “Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.”

We all go out and find as many copies of that issue as possible. By the end of the month we have collected 200 mint condition copies of the book. The cover price sixty cents. So I have spent $120 on 200 copies of the same comic book. Sounds ridiculous.

I put every one in a plastic comic book bag and place the lot in the bottom drawer of a black filing cabinet I have in my bedroom that houses my comic book collection.

That’s where they remained for three decades.

Thirty years later in 2014, I decided to see what they were worth and began selling off the comics on EBay. Each one sold for between $75 – $120 per book.

In 1984 a twenty-two year old kid invested $120 in 200 copies of the same comic book. In 2014 a fifty-two year old man redeemed that investment to the tune of over $17,000.

There’s comics you buy and save because they bring you great joy, and there those that you know that if you hold on to them long enough, you’ll make a pile of cash on. But which ones do you buy today?

 

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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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Dina – 2011 to Present – In The Vault

“These clowns come in and are fans of Prova and act like crazy drunk, loud assholes. I fucking hate that. I literally want to call the cops and say these middle eastern looking guys were talking about taking flying lessons and not landing lessons and there was talk about the new Comcast tower being built.

They were that annoying.”

I crush it at the salon on a Saturday because I’ll be gone for 3 days. Dina, my friend and broker and I meet up at 1518 Bar & Grille. She’s 4’11” and adorable. She also has the metabolism of a bee. She loves Smores, fried chicken, Oreos, and ice cream.

Dina orders a lemon martini. I’m on my 2nd straight up with a twist and Asha the bartender hooks me up with house but it’s Ketel One.

She looks hot.  Boots, dark jeans, and custom leather jacket. Cute as hell. Dark curls tumble about her shoulders and of course that hot pouty mouth of hers.

I introduce her to  her to Prova the bartender. (See: Prova – 2015 to Present – Glow of the Sun) She looks amazing as always. Those dimples!

These clowns come in and are fans of Prova and act like crazy drunk, loud assholes. I fucking hate that. I literally want to call the cops and say these middle eastern looking guys were talking about taking flying lessons and not landing lessons and there was talk about the new Comcast tower being built.

They were that annoying.

Dina is amazing. She’s such a no bullshit girl who is so sure about herself. I love her plus she looks 18. I always knew she was too good for any life or job i saw her in. I’m also happy her husband is such a chill solid pup he doesn’t mind his hot wife hanging out with the Dark Lord and having drinks.

We need to get out of here. These Indian guys suck. So loud and annoying. I can’t think straight.

We close out and I let the staff know that there’s no hard feelings but that’s why we’re leaving. We need to talk and I need to hear her. I miss my friend.

We never go out on Saturday night. It’s all young drunk people around city. The women are extraordinary though.

We decide to check out Square 1682 but the staff sucks and we head to Sofitel. Liam is on and so is the waitress who likes to go topless when she gets drunk. Let’s just call her Tulip. I usually do a rock trivia thing with Liam but tonight I have a different one.

“You wake up and look out your front door and see the sun rise out of the Atlantic Ocean. Later that day, you walk out your back door and watch the sun set in the Pacific Ocean. Where is your house?”

Tulip looks great and I intro Dina to the crew. The bar is full so we sit and a quiet table in the lounge, which is glorious. Tulip brings a snack tray for Dina because as we all know, she loves to eat.

Dina’s happy and we order wine. She’s hungry, so more food is on the way. I got the drinks at 1518 but I know she’ll cover everything from here which is clutch.

We catch up on my life. Daughter Lorelei, the fitness center I should be opening in Rittenhouse in the next 60 days, and what’s happening with this blog, the book, and TV series we’re developing about it. Dina and her husband just settled on a house in Rittenhouse so I love that they’ll be in the neighborhood with us.

Liam is texting me solutions to my puzzle and they’re all wrong.

She says she has a strange story about a former colleague of mine. This person has since cut me off a couple of years ago for no apparent reason, but he likes to keep weak inferiors around him, and I hate his friends and wife anyway so its no loss to me. We could have been mighty but he never did what he was supposed to do with the business so now it’s just a trust fund baby’s way to play work. I loved the guy, but he has to make the juvenile choices he needs to make.

She tells me about this dinner she had with this other dude, I used to know that always had a thing for her. He’s harmless. We all still think he’s a virgin, so there’s that. He’s a really smart guy that is always super excited about everything that is before him, and it comes off as childish. I like the guy, but to me he’s just a bore.

If he would just get laid he’d probably chill out and get a different perspective on everything. I hate to say that, but that would probably fix his ass.

She goes to this dinner with this guy, as a friend or a wing woman or whatever with my former colleague and his horrible wife. I remember Everybody hated this guy’s wife years ago. She’s awful. She’s kind of hot. But only in the sense that if I were marooned on a desert island with her I would bang her for a few months but it would only be a matter of time before I became so annoyed with her that I would eventually kill her and eat her to survive just to not have to listen to her endless bullshit.

So they have their awkward dinner, little virgin guy gets an UBER with Dina back to Rittehouse. He gets in the car with her and says:

“So they are separated. She wanted it.”

I know this guy has a pre-nup so he’s well protected in regard to his daddy’s loot.

“Really?”

She thinks the wife is awful just like the rest of us.

“Yea, he went to an event and told her he could only get one ticket because they were really expensive, but he went with is new editor.”

“Oh wow. That’s a shame.”

“Yea, and his wife is living at the house, (because she doesn’t earn shit) and he said he’s living at a hotel but he’s really living with new editor girlfriend at an apartment somewhere.”

I am not shocked about this news because I knew he was miserable with that harpy years ago. She cheated on him in college and is crazy. She has destroyed property at the house, assaulted people at concerts, fights with him all the time, withholds sex all the time, has flushed his weed, and cigars, and is just an all around child who behaves as if she has fetal alcohol syndrome. Thank God she never wanted kids, because he dodged a huge child support bullet and should just cut that beast loose.

But he’s cut me off and I take that as a smite to me. I loved the guy and we were tight. I don’t know hat’s happened to him, but I’m sure he’s in a world of pain right now. I hope he gets through it okay, but I’m German and so is he, and if you read this dude, then schadenfreude is a bitch baby.

Karma can be a real fucker. You reap what you sow. You make bad life choices and that shit comes back on you like a hurricane. I just hope he can cash her out and flush her from his life and hopefully move on with the new mistress he’s fucking.

Dina and I eat and drink like Gods at Sofitel and I’m happy just to have her in my presence and hear her voice. I adore her. She’s so sound as a woman. I wish I could replicate her into five more to hang out with. Maybe a lawyer, and accountant Dina would be a start.

I go out for a smoke and she pays the bill. (Love her!) We both trust each other implicitly with all of our honesty and the relationship is wonderful. She takes care of my money and knows how to keep her mouth shut. Obviously we discuss everything that’s going on in our lives and it’s so intimate that I can’t talk about it here but maybe someday if this becomes a TV show our characters can talk about children, and marriage, but I can’t divulge our secrets here. Don’t worry’s it’s not that exciting, but this is a dating blog and not a forum for right and wrong.

We decide to head out and Dina needs Ben & Jerry’s. Of course I stand and put her leather jacket on her slight frame. You have to be a gentleman 100% of the time with everyone, guys.

We step out into the night. It’s stopped raining and the street is wet and the air is cool.

Happily there’s a store half way down the block from the hotel bar and it’s still open. I’m a wine, cocktail and carb guy. I’m just not really into sweets or dairy anymore. It doesn’t agree with my physiology. Middle age. But she’s 28 and looks 18 and loves sweets. She says we MUST stop there. I’ve walked by the place a hundred times and have had no desire to ever climb the steps and go in. (Even on National Ice Cream Day, where they give away free cones all day!)

We go in and this is alien to me. I never go into ice cream parlors. It’s clean and bright. I like it but prefer a dark bar.

The kid with the hat and dreds and tie-dye shirt is sweet and articulate. He knows his products. I always admire that. Dina knows this place so well that if she asks for endless samples of every crazy flavor combination they will let her put them in her mouth endlessly. I have this arrangement with Prova but she does it for me with craft beers so I get it. The ice cream flavors seem delicious, and she devours a few samples lovingly.  She encourages me to partake in the samples but I know what rich dairy will do to my colon so I only do one. It is some sort of chocolate, vanilla, cookies and nuts and crushed cone concoction. It is exquisite in my mouth.

I get it. But there are things in my life now that are far sweeter than any frozen treat can match.

Dina decides on some lethal combo and they put it all on a sugar cone. This is actually a really sweet moment in my mind. I adore Dina. I trust her with my money and my secrets. She’s one of my favorite people in my life.

I’m not getting an ice cream cone but this reminds me of some of the sweet romantic moments of my young life. Getting an ice cream cone with a young pretty girl on a Saturday night. She manages my financial portfolio and is a trusted friend but in this moment I am just happy to walk her home.

She’s loving her ice cream cone as we stroll through Rittenhouse with me walking on the inside so she doesn’t get splashed by a passing car.

I love this.

I like walking her home to her stoop and giving her a hug goodnight. We promise to keep in touch and have a lunch in our future. She unlocks her door and goes back to her husband and her little dog Lily.

I light a cig and walk home. The streets are wet and slick. They reflect the lights and sounds of the city. I’m happy after a long day at the salon, and a sweet night with a feiend.

I look forward to tomorrow.

 

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