Ambria – Chapter 5 – Wednesday Night – Part Three

I pay the check. It’s $65. I figured a cheap happy hour with my new flower that would consist of $2 beers and $1 tacos. But it hasn’t played our like that. It never does. But this one isn’t like the others.  Nothing like the others.

What is happening?

We leave El Rey. What Ambria doesn’t know is that El Rey is owned by the same company who own the Rainstead Room. The server tells me we can cruise through the kitchen and go to Rainstead, but I say no. I want to take Ambria outside, and around the corner to the dirty alley to where the Rainstead resides.

We step into the night, and walk around the corner to the alley-like street that is Ranstead,  She seems a little nervous. But I put her at ease. I tell her it’s up ahead. On the balcony there is a red light. Before us is a black door with two R’s on it. Ranstead Room!

I open the door for her and in she goes. The vestibule, which more like and entrance hall is illuminated in red light and there is a young lady sitting there to host us inside. She grabs the next door and in we go. Inside is a very dark plush bar. Dimly lit, with a long white bar and a room of dark private booths. Blues plays in the background and the walls are adorned with paintings of nude women. It’s like something out of a Tarantino film.

Ambria instantly loves the place. She had no idea that it existed. She went with a vodka driven, light, sweet drink. I went with a spirit forward rye infused cocktail. These drinks are well crafted and delicious. They’re not cheap. But Ambria already said she’s paying so…

There’s a lot of gazing into eyes, hand holding and just general touching. There’s talk about us making love. I can’t believe this is happening on the second date! There’s such amazing chemistry between us.

It’s really uncanny.

I think of how difficult it is for people to really connect in this modern world, and how everyone is so connected through social media now. But that’s all it is, social media. It isn’t really connecting with anyone at all. Not in any real way. But I did meet Ambria on Tinder. But let’s look at what that is. It’s the new way to meet people and connect. But once you’ve swiped right and made contact, it’s up to you. Some people just want to hook up and have sex. That’s fine. That’s not for me, and not the way I operate in the world. I can only be intimate with someone I really like. The sex isn’t simply a release or a desire. It’s a celebration of our physical selves because we love each other. Now, that may sound corny to some of you, but what’s better than making love to someone you absolutely adore. It’s amazing.

Ambria says she’s a giver. I tell her I am as well. I have always been a giver. I can’t believe my good fortune for this sort of lightning to strike with such a wonderful lady.

This is our second date. It started officially around 5:45pm today. It’s now 10:30pm. The two and a half our lunch yesterday, and now four hours into our second date the very next day are strong indicators that there is a powerful attraction happening here.

She slips her shoes off, and puts her feet up on my chair. Just the way she’s listening to me when I speak. I can see she’s really into me. This is great. I feel her foot press gently against my crotch. This is a hot night.

She has to get a train back home. I ask her how and when. It’s getting late. She says she hasn’t given a thought about the clock or going home. She is lost in this wonderful night with me. The next train is at 11:30pm. That’s like an hour from now. We’re not doing that. I tell her I’ll call an UBER for her and send her home on my account. She likes that idea far better than going over to Suburban Station and waiting for a train and then getting home after midnight.

She pays for the two rounds of drinks like she said she would.

What a great girl.

We go outside and immediately start making out. I don’t mean like kissing, I mean deep, penetrating sensuous making out. That hasn’t happened on any of these dates that I’ve been on up till now.

I kissed her and it didn’t feel like a first passionate kiss. That awkward connecting of our mouths to be intimate that happens sometimes when you start making out with someone. The making out usually has to be later perfected as you get to understand the movement and rhythm of the person you’re with. There was none of that. It felt like she already belonged to me. Like we’d been together for a while.

Like I was kissing a girlfriend.

We walk up to 20th and Market and I summon the UBER. I thought East Falls where she lives was far away. It’s not. She won’t be waiting for a train at 11:30. She’ll be home in a few minutes. The ride is only going to cost me $8 bucks.

Before the car arrives there is more delicious kissing with Ambria. We’re both hot for each other and I’m really happy I met this lovely girl. We’re both buzzed and as I put her in the car.

I almost tell her I love her.

Almost…

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 4 – Wednesday Night – Part Two

“As much as I adore her, I want to lift the bail and let the line out for a while. I want this fish to run. I want the fight.”

If you’ve been reading this blog lighting can strike twice. hell, in my life every year there is a thunderstorm that yields beautiful women that strike like lightning all the time. Open your heart. Get the fuck out of your head. Get out of your way. Open your heart and love again.

Yea, your wife left you. That’s life. You’re not dead. You don’t have cancer. You’re fine. Get the fuck out there and love again. You know who you are. Keep going. Let go of the bars of the prison you are keeping yourself in and walk the fuck out of your shitty self-imposed prison. Evolve, I did, and it worked.

You can obviously seeing that there is a level of euphoria with Ambria. But that energy isn’t taking me. I used to be at war with my demons of many kind, but now we’re all on the same side.

I’m good. I’m balanced, and will compartmentalized my life accordingly. It’s easy now after all that I’ve been through.

But I digress…. (as usual)

 

Ambria says she’s a little chilly. She’d like to move over and sit next to me in the booth. I love that. That to me is a youthful thing where young romantic couples can t even sit across from each other and have to be side by side at all times. It’s happened to me on a couple of dates in my life and I’ve always found it very sweet.  I like it after the meal, she wants to be close to me.

Ambria glides over and I’m happy to feel the warmth of her thigh against mine. We’ve been plowing margaritas on our second date and somehow our conversation starts to dance with the subject of sex. I’m a bit surprised by this because I usually play a very long game of romance. But we’re adults and I can’t have any illusion of the sexual proclivities of the women I encounter anymore.

There is much playful banter and some stolen kisses. We both agree we don’t like PDA (Public Disply of Affection) but I do kiss her and it’s sweet. Just a tender peck. We were discussing some other things and it was getting pretty intimate as we sipped our cocktails, and I could feel the next level energy coming on.

There is such an amazingly easy connection between us it just rolls out. Sex, and everything that goes with that. It’s become clear to me that she wants that to happen. But she knew that yesterday. All women know if they would consider you a sexual partner in the first 30 minutes, boys. Don’t kid yourselves.

I know it’s on. But that’s not happening tonight, I know it. She knows it. We’re adults and we’re extremely attracted to each other, but no. Not tonight.

It would be clumsy and we’re both buzzed. Way buzzed on tequila and mexican food. We really like each other and it would just be to early. As much as I adore her, I want to lift the bail and let the line out for a while. I want this fish to run. I want the fight. I want us to date. I want to take her to the movies. I want to hold hands with her. I want to tour the city with Ambria. She says she wants to spend time with me and listen to how I interpret the city. I’ve already done that with Michelle, but Michelle is married and gone and so is Annabelle. (To read their series, enter their names into the Search widget on the Homepage)

It’s a brand new day, and I can’t believe my sudden good fortune with this hot beauty. Ambria agrees she wants romance too but we both know that a physical celebration will definitely be a frustrating distraction.

But I want that and so does Ambria.

She even goes as far to reveal that she was into women around 10 years ago.  She’s done things. I don’t want to press her on this subject on a second date, but I’m sure she’ll tell me all about it in the near future.

So there’s that. (My current girlfriend Cherie is also bisexual)

As adults I know she wants me to rock her world, and I know it will be amazing because we can both already tell we have an intimate connection. We just want to drag it out and get to know each other more on an intimate level and spend time together.

The sex is happening. We’ve agreed upon that on our 2nd date. (yea, I’m stunned too!)

If I had pushed, I would have closed her tonight back at the bat cave, but that’s not how I roll. I really want to get to know here better. But God, are the planets lining up on us. I really like her!

I lean in and kiss her gently.

“I felt that one all the way down.”

“Because that’s a different kiss, Ambria.”

She could tell the difference from this kiss and the sweet goodbye peck on Market street yesterday.

This is happening. You never know when she’ll arrive.

“Let’s go to the Rainstead Room after this.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a cocktail bar around the corner that you’ll love.”

“So one more? I’m in.”

“More than that…”

Megan (server) : “I’ve already checked with the Rainstead Room, and they’re expecting you both.”

 

Tune in tomorrow for the conclusion!

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 3 – Wednesday Night – Part One

I text her early in the day to tell her that I was looking forward to seeing her at El Rey at 5pm.

She replied: “Me too. You better be there. lol”

So cute. I promised her that I would.

I get there early. Around quarter of, because I hate being late for anything. Punctuality was drilled into me by my father at an early age, but we’ll save that for a later blog.

The staff is sweet. The hostess get me a nice quiet table in the back. I order a margarita to steady the pre-date jitters and I’m all set.

I text her that I’ve arrived and a photo of my icy fresh cocktail. She responds that she’s on her way. Then she texts again. “Just got the picture. You suck! Lol”

Holy shit, this girl has given me the greatest first date ever in this dating odyssey yesterday. Really good. Easy and nice. I like her!

Today she broke the record for arriving later than any date I have ever been on. She was a full hour late. I expected after 5 to be 5:15ish. I would have accepted 5:30, but now she’s pushing 6pm. It’s killing me. I am at my booth in the back of El Rey. Booth 11. Everybody has been great. The hostess Daisy has been a love, Meg my cute stepford wife-like server Megan has been great and attentive. She an adorable little Asian girl with blonde pigtails.

My phone is dying. (something I don’t ever allow to happen because I carry a charger with me at all times) But I need to keep in touch with Ambria who says she is still at work and has to write some notes. I don’t know what that means, but she’s a nurse and I don’t question it. I don’t even know where she is right now. I’m two margaritas in so I can’t complain, but I’m getting frustrated. If Ambria arrives they’ll describe my table as #11 or the booth with the singular white guy that is angrily talking to himself alone.

I’m feeling that old frustration again. Where is she? I know deep down, when I see her I’ll be fine, or will I? What does after 5 mean to her? Happy Hour is over at 6:30 here and we are burning guacamole over here. Tick Tock, Ambria. You need to get here. I think I’m only feeling this way because I like her so much. Goddamn it.

She texts me and tells me that she is en route and sorry that she’s late. I hand off my phone and charger to sweet Megan and she plugs me in at the back hostess stand. So at least my phone is close by.

Time is ticking away and I’m sitting there sipping and twiddling my thumbs. What if she just stands me up due to cold feet. That crazy thought crosses my mind but I push it away. I ask Meg to check my phone and see if I have a text. She grabs it and says there is a text. It’s Ambria and she says she will be there in a minute.

She tells me to order two of whatever I’m having and she’ll be there in a minute.

I hand the phone back to Megan and she puts it in her breast pocket. I like that my phone is face down against her supple breast. Yea, it’s a moment but I’m losing my shit.

Then I see baby come through the front door. She looks hot. Curls in place, lovely face smiling in apology, outfit looking tight.

She’s very sorry for being so late and explains. I was pissed because I could have gotten there later and could have maybe helped out at the salon tonight. But when I see her, as I knew, all would be forgiven.

She’s a nurse. Shit happens. She’s here now and looks great and is the same girl I met yesterday, so I’m back in the groove I was in yesterday. The tequila helps soften my mood.

I want yesterday’s energy tonight. She toasts me and we sip our margaritas. All is good. I admit to her that yesterday she hit the record for the best first date ever, and today she broke the record for being later than any other girl I’ve ever gone out a date with her. I can see she’s hurt and sad about failing me, and I turn it into a joke. I tell her it’s okay, and on our third date I tell her we have to break another record. Maybe I won’t believe I could hold my breath that long or had never fallen from such a height.

I don’t want her to feel bad, so I lay off. I don’t want to be my dad in this moment.  She looks beautiful and I really like her, so I forgive her.

She’s plowing margaritas. Stressful day. They tell us happy hour is ending in 20 minutes so we order a bunch of tacos and some other stuff that she likes and she orders a pitcher of margaritas. That’s a bold move and she offers to pay. Not tonight sister. You took first date lunch bill. I got this, no matter the cost. You’re worth it.

The banter and flirting and witty repartee is still gleaming between us and I love it.

This girl…

Never saw this one coming. I really like her. You never know. You have to keep going. Go on all of the shitty dates you can as long as it doesn’t break you financially. But keep going. Meet more people. Like sales. it’s a numbers game. Ask a thousand girls to dance and maybe one will say yes. But that one girl could be your life.

I’ve perfected this to an art. I’m at ease. I’m charming. I’m Hank Moody, but with all the charm and elegance, instead of the fighting and jail time. (Google: Californication)

It’s good again. It never stopped being good. I love being with Ambria. She’s fun, sweet and smart. There’s real chemistry here. I can feel it. It just works. It’s effortless. Why did I not see this in the other women I’ve been dating? If I can offer up a piece of advice here gents and also to the ladies, when you go on a date with a new person, it’s either hell yes, or hell no.

It’s that simple. I went on a bunch of dates. I thought, let me get to know her, let me be a better person, I should get to know her and be mature.

Fuck all that. You meet someone and go out. You feel something. A connection. It’s got to feel easy. They need to connect with you like an old friend but you just met them. Lean into it. Be true to that and you’ll meet somebody good. If you have to force it, or have to keep laboriously keep marching into dates, fuck that.

On our very first date we connected. You need to get that. It’s amazing. You’ll know. After the date, there will be no questions as to anyone’s intentions, or where it’s going. You’ll both only be filled with the “I can’t to see them again.” vibe. I swear, it’s that easy. Don’t waste your time. I’ve been at this for so long, I know. I will never dish out any bullshit in this blog. It’s rare and elegant but that’s what it feels like.

They don’t care who you are or what you look like, it’s just a connection. Just you and them. It’s happening. You almost can’t stop your hearts from attaining what they want in that instance. It’ll be like you’re teenagers again. It’s that simple. I like you, you like me, and lets spend more time together.

As adults we complicate this too much. It’s just the laws of attraction. We’re fucking mammals. We want to get it on. But we’re so intelligent and complicated we fuck it up for ourselves. Because we over think everything. Let the heart want what it wants and just roll with it. Relax. I know it seems complicated, but I’m here to tell you that it’s not. It’s just chemistry.

Kiss those frogs. Do it. Keep doing it. (Or maybe just a hug) Your Prince or Princess is out there and she can’t wait to meet you!

 

Tune in tomorrow for Part Two!

 

 

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Crazy Dating Stories – IBS Gal – Part 1

Met a girl. Petite, amazing body, beautiful smile, southern accent as she was from Louisiana, and bubbly personality. So happy to get this date. We plan a date to see a movie, just the two of us.

Go to her apartment, where she texts me on the way that it is now a double date and she then calls my cell to excitedly tell me all about her friend and friend’s boyfriend and how awesome they are and that they’re now coming. OK, I’m flexible, not a problem.

Get to apartment, they all get in my car. My date then informs me we are not going to see the movie we planned but going to dinner.

But then my date starts moaning in the front seat while her best friend explains she has IBS and that it’s flaring up tonight. As she is moaning in pain, she and her friend decide they want to go to Village Inn (Just like Denny’s but worse, seriously).

We get seated and my 102 lb, 5ft 1″date says she wants the “meat lovers skillet”. I gently and politely whisper into her ear and ask if that’s a great idea given that she sounded like a hyena in labor on the ride over. She gets really excited and says, “No, no, this is exactly what I need”. I inwardly roll my eyes and shake my head thinking “Ok…”

She eats the entire meat lovers skillet, like an NFL linebacker after a good lift workout, and within 30 minutes is back in worse pain than at the beginning of the date.

All four of us go back to her apartment to watch “Nacho Libre”. When we get there, there’s trash on her floor and the place smells like a wannabe hippie commune, complete with burning sandalwood incense to compete with the smell of rotting refuse.

She immediately darts into her bathroom and stays there for the next 2 hours, moaning in pain, farting, and having diarrhea.

Meanwhile, me and her friend, and friend’s boyfriend sit on the couch watching Nacho Libre. That is, until halfway through the movie, the boyfriend says “Hey man, I think this is a pullout couch DUDE!!!” The girlfriend responded incredulously, “Nah ugh, no way” as if her boyfriend had just discovered the cure for cancer. I look at them and say “Guys there’s three of us, why would we want to pull out the couch?” The boyfriend throws me this sarcastic look like “Bro, are you an idiot??”, and then demands we at least try it giving some cockamamie reason that escapes my mind at this time. I comply but inform them I’m sitting on the floor from now on. They pull the couch out, get really excited and hop underneath the covers, and within five minutes start making out heavily and doing who knows what else.

I’m grossed out and start walking out of the living room, behind the couch, going towards the closed-door of my dates bedroom. I gently knock to make sure my date is still in the bathroom, which is inside her bedroom, separated from her bedroom by a door also. As I’m knocking, her best friend violently pops her head out from underneath the covers, showing a LOT of skin and scowls at me “WHAT ARE YOU DOING??” I glare at her and retort, “Are you kidding me? You’re getting it on like Donkey Kong in front of me, a perfect stranger, and I’m trying to politely give you privacy, by going into another room.” She responds, “Yea well what if my friend was in her room naked? And then you walked in on her, huh?” I replied “That’s why I knocked. And besides, she’s puking and crapping her insides out the whole night, so I doubt that would even happen.”

There’s more to the story but yea, that was pretty bad. I’ll tell more in tomorrow’s post.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 2 – First Date at Noon

I get to Misconduct around 11:40 just to secure my table and be in a relaxed state when Ambria arrives. I get my favorite table and chill. I get a text from her that she just got off the train at Suburban Station. That’s good because it’s only a block away. I’m glad I’m doing this. I have a good feeling about this lady.

Lunch is always a good first date. Because if it goes badly, you’re out of there in an hour. Drinks or dinner can turn into an expensive grinding nightmare. You just meet for coffee if you’re just not sure. So for this one I’m going with lunch.

She arrives on time and I can see she matches her profile pics. She’s an attractive light-skinned black woman with lovely soft curls. I get up from the table and meet her at the door. I bring her over to my table and we make our greeting.

We start chatting while the server comes over and takes our order.  I’ve been at this so long now, I’m pretty relaxed about just being calm and up front with these ladies. I tell her what I do for a living, then about the tanning salon story, and how we’re going to build a fitness center in there.

I go on to tell her when I was married, divorced and how my daughter Lorelei lives with me. I tell her about my family. I tell her I drive but am not encumbered with owning a car in the city. She agrees it would be a waste.

She tells me she’s never been married. Just focused on her career. She is an only child and lost her father to death early on and her mother in January of this year. I know that had to be tough, and I share about my late parents.

She served in the military and is pretty good with an M16 assault rifle.

Noted.

I find out she is a Sagitarius. (Dec 7) I don’t really believe is that zodiac stuff, but I never met a Sagitarius woman I didn’t like. Being a Leo, I’m supposed to be a good match with Sagitarius and Aries.

She was in a relationship a few years ago and it ended badly and her heart was broken for a couple of years. (When don’t relationships end badly?)

She said that she got by on some recyclables for a while. I ask her what that meant. She said she would just recycle guys she’d dated in the past to fill in the blanks until she could get back out there again.

She got on Tinder a couple of weeks ago. I ask her if she has had any luck and gone on any dates. She said she had. I ask how it was going and she seemed non plused. She jokes how this one guy named Bob spoke in the third person a lot.

“Who does that?”

“Yea, who really does that?”

Well, apparently Bob does. It didn’t win him a second date.

We talk about some of the dates I’ve been on, Valerie, June, Scarlett, Clarice and Joyce. (Go to my COLLECTIONS tab) She asks how all of that went, and I told her there were either boring or there was just no chemistry. She agreed that sort of was the case with her as well.

But we’re having a lot of great banter right now. The conversation is peppered with witty repartee and double entendre. It’s really fun and I am really starting to dig this chick.

The check comes and she picks it up and starts looking at it. I say, “Are we looking at that right now?” She says that we are. Could it be possible she may actually help on the first date? I kind of like her so much and she’s been so great at this lunch I really want to pay. She whips out her credit card and I reach for my wallet.

“No. I got this. ” She says.

“No. come on. You’re too kind. Let me…”

“No. Next time.”

By this time I’m on my feet. I can’t believe I’m hearing this. I tell her that up to this point that has NEVER happened.

“Next time.”

I’m stunned. But I get it. She knows I’m a gentleman. I’m pretty sure she likes me, and wants to see me again. This is an investment in securing a second date. Genius.

At least that’s what I hope it is.

Our lunch started at noon and has gone all the way to 2:30. It’s been so nice, the time flew by.  I tell her I have to work at the salon tonight so I have to get over there by 3pm. I tell her I am having such a good time, that if I didn’t have to work, I’d drag this party all the way to happy hour. If it were tomorrow, I’d do that because I’m off from the salon in the evening on Wednesdays.

“What about tomorrow night then?”

“You want to have our second date tomorrow?” I say.

“Sure. After 5. Happy hour.”

Again I’m stunned. No girl has ever forcibly paid the check on the first date and I’ve never gone on the second date the very next day. Most of the time I’m relieved the date is over. But this time I’m really tickled with the idea of seeing this beauty again tomorrow.

“Sure. Let’s meet up.”

We leave the restaurant and walk east on JFK Blvd. I ask her what the rest of her afternoon looks like, and she says she’ s going to do a little shopping. She says she likes Nordstrom Rack, but not the one here in center city. I suggest Macy’s and she says she’ll go there. We get to 16th and Market and she has to go east and I have to go south to the salon.

So It’s farewell for now.

We agree to text later and I tell her I’ll find a spot for happy hour tomorrow. She leans in and hugs me and kisses my cheek. She feels right in my arms.

We say a few more parting words and I kiss her one last time. But I boldly go in for her soft ripe lips. I’ve had a small hit and now I just need one last shot for the road. She gently yields to me. It’s just one short burst, and we part ways.

I’m feeling good, light energy as I nearly skip down 16th street.

When I get to work, the salon is busy, but I want to text her and thank her for the lovely lunch and look forward to seeing her tomorrow.

So at 30 minutes in, I catch a moment, and grab my phone.

She’s already texted me the same thing I wanted to say to her.

“Too early to tell, but I think I may have met a keeper. Hope tomorrow night goes well. Wish me luck!”

 

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice: Eight Wallet Friendly Date Ideas

Apparently dating is for the emotionally, physically, spiritually and financially ready. Emphasis on financially. Dating costs money but that doesn’t mean it has to break your bank. There are different activities you can enjoy with your partner that will leave you both happy and your wallet smiling. Fancy dress up and expensive dates are lovely but they certainly can’t be an everyday thing, sometimes all you need is to get back to the basics with that special someone in your life.

I have a list of 8 different ideas that I think you should try out. You know I recommend nothing but exciting things so make sure you try out at least one of them; you can thank me later!

  1. Picnic. You can do this from anywhere actually, just let your creative juices flow. Picnic on the back of a truck, the balcony of your house, at the local park or depending on how daring you are; on a roof top. I suggest you try out a sunset picnic which can later turn into a star-gazing date. I’m such a romantic, I know!
  2. Movie. Alyways a good move for the gent that isn’t a good talker or lacks game. You enjoy a film for two hours and you don’t have to talk!
  3. Coffee. It’s winter this part of the world and any date that guarantees to keep you warm is more than welcome. Cake at my favorite coffee place is USD3 a slice for any cake of your choice and coffee is USD2. It will give you a chance to enjoy as many cups of coffee as you please because the cake slices are huge and one cup of coffee will not do justice to it.
  4. Cook. Nothing like a home cooked meal made with tender loving care. The plus side of cooking together is that you and your partner get to bond and have some intimate time together. Instead of spending a lot of money eating out you can get your favorite ingredients and prepare your favorite meal plus dessert!
  5. Ice cream. Now this is the best date idea ever because ice cream doesn’t cost much. You will just have to make sure it’s a sunny day so that you get to enjoy the beautiful weather together with your ice cream and get to take a nice stroll together and hold hands. When was the last time you did that?
  6. Fun Run. There is always a run of sort taking place. Just so you know, I host Fitness In The Park events every month and they are FREE. Exercise will give you a chance to challenge each other and also release those feel good hormones. And, I read somewhere that exercise and great sex are best friends
  7. Drinks. Become a mixologist for the night. Take a trip to the liquor store and get your rite alcoholic beverages. Instead of going out on that Friday night stay at home and experiment with different alcohol mixtures. Make sure you create a music playlist that will have you dance the night away. The great thing is that if you pass out you will be in the comfort of your home.
  8. Comedy. There is no excuse not to go for something that will leave you in stitches. Comedy is a sure way to look at life from the fun side and if you two are trying to bring some laughter back into your relationship this is a sure way to forget about the fighting and get some humor into the mix.

I hope you try out these ideas and let me know how they work out for you. By the way, the ideas are open to both men and women. Ladies, surprise your man with one of these dates sometime soon and men, if you have not been taking out your girlfriend perhaps this list might help.

What activities do you get up to in your area that don’t break your budget? I would love to hear them.

 

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Church – Annual Toy Drive for CHOP

Five years ago Church started a charity at Christmas to collect toys for children who are in the hospital at CHOP. (Children’s Hospital) (See: Church – Brand Ambassador)

Back then he was the Vice President of the Philadelphia chapter of the United States Bartender’s Guild. Liquor representatives and bartenders and people in the hospitality industry would all gather and donate toys for his event.

It would always take place at a local bar called Time. The first one I attended was in 2014. That was the year that Annabelle dumped me and kept coming back on a monthly basis to fool around with me. It was a confusing and unstable time for me. I remember sitting at the bar and pounding Cutty Sark Prohibition. (100 proof) I had gotten a few texts from Annabelle saying how she missed me and was thinking about me everyday and even had a dream about me.

I was at my breaking point with that idiot and I told her I’d call her when I got home. Later I did just that and told her we were done and I couldn’t have her drifting in an out of my life anymore. But that’s a story that already been told in this blog. (See: Annabelle – Nice to Meet You)

So spring forward to 2017 and I’m at the salon. Church pops in to tan and hang. It’s a Monday night and I assume we’re going to dinner like we usually do. Then he tells me that he can’t because it’s the Toys for Chop thing at Time tonight.

I don’t want to go. I don’t work in the industry, I don’t have a toy to give and I feel like I’d be looked upon as just a groupie looking to get free spirits. But he tells me there will be some attractive babes there and with a few twists I’m in.

He’s been out of the liquor industry for a couple of years now and I haven’t worked for the liquor publication in a few years so we’re both a bit out of touch. He no longer runs the event and has passed the mantle on to a rep at another liquor brand.

He wants to go to the event together, but I have other plans. I tell him to go on without me at 7:30 and when I close the salon, I’ll roll over there after 8pm. The reason I do this is because whenever I have to go somewhere with Church that has a timeline, he gets really rammy as the deadline approaches. This causes me stress and I don’t need any stress in my life anymore. (See: Ghost – Swedish Metal Fiasco) So I send him off and the minute he steps out of the salon I hit the send button on the computer and activate my food order. I am determined to have a nice meal before I go over to this event. When I say nice meal, I mean drinking armor. I know it’s going to be oceans of whiskey and I need to prepare for that.

My food comes and I eat half my sandwich and that should be enough. I close the salon and head over to Time.

When I arrive the woman running the event is outside and asks me if I’ll give her $5 to fend of some homeless guy selling flowers. I’m happy to see her but it seems strange. I give her the money and head in. She tells me she’ll buy me a drink. I don’t mind and just go inside.

I run into the usual suspects of the industry and am happy to see them. I get a glass of Buffalo Trace on the rocks and sit next to a guy I know from a local bar. I like him but I quickly realize he’s drunk as fuck.

Then I realize everyone there is pretty much hammered. It’s 8:30pm. How long have these people been drinking?

I end up sitting at the bar sipping delicious free whiskey chatting with a beautiful blonde who unfortunately is blackout drunk. I don’t know her but she tells me we’ve met several times. I’m surprised by this statement because she appears to not even remember who she is.

Toys for Tots is a national organization that collects toys for underprivileged children from poor families. This event was created for children in the hospital around the holidays. But these kids have families that have jobs and money. They are going to get plenty of toys and goodies for christmas, sick or not. They don’t need more crap from us. Where do the toys really go? Who regulates who gets what? What about the money? How does that get distributed?

I realize now that this is an empty charity. It’s just an excuse for a bunch of industry people to get together and get shit faced drunk around the holidays masked as a charity. It’s awful. Thank God I got something to eat before I came here tonight. There’s a plate of cold cuts on a table and that’s it. Other than Church who has given up drinking, I’m the only sober person here.

This is a horrible and wasteful event. I had an opportunity to go to see a Led Zeppelin cover band with Church last week. We saw them last year. I declined this year because once you’ve seen it, you’re done. It’s not Led Zeppelin and it’s just going to be a rerun of the same show from last year. I don’t want to do that again. Pay too much to drink shitty beer and watch some clowns cover Zep tunes while I watch them through some other jerk off’s phone? Fuck that.

I’ve had an action packed life and continue to rock out in my own way. It seems like every time I get roped into someone else’s nonsense I have a shitty time. I’m not going to do that anymore. So no more Zep cover bands, no more concerts for any other bands I don’t know, and no more industry parties. I’m over it.

My life is elegant in its simplicity. I like to work and stay busy. I like to write and watch Netflix when I’m home. I love to sip a glass of wine and smoke a cig. As long as I’ve got my health and daughter Lorelei is okay, I’m good.

There’s so many lost and lonely people out there. I hope they find themselves. But getting fucked up on a regular basis is just a dead-end. So like I said at the end of the blog I wrote about the band Ghost…. Never Again!  (See: Swedish Metal Fiasco)

 

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