Eileen – Chapter 4 – Friday Night – Part 2

It was a busy night. Even for a Friday. But I was happy to have the help and some new girls.

Amelia takes the initiative and is on top of the laundry. I love that. Amelia has that special initiative that most of our employees lack. Amelia is military and efficient. She’s Air Force. My girl Amelia is going to be a long-term solid employee if he wants to be.

Eileen on the other hand is so perfect and represents the brand for our salon.

She’s pretty and 4 women have already told her that her make up is perfect. That’s never happened. Normally the girls we’ve had working at the salon just come from the gym, or dress casually for the job. We’ve even had girls that are out of it for the job mentally checked out.

When its busy the salon has it’s demands. You have to run the salon and not let it run you. Like in any job, it’s an art that’s learned. Pacing, timing, priorities, service. They all work in conjunction. You either get it or you don’t.

It’s that simple. I learned it early on in the job. You either react or respond. You must respond. I’ll teach Eileen and Amelia how to master both.

Amelia is proactive and is on top of the immediate needs of the salon and the laundry. I ask about towels and clean beds and they’re always already done. Amelia is on point when it comes to efficiently and functionality.

Eileen is a natural with the system and the computer. 18 years old and raised on the technology. There’s a difference in their four-year age spread.

Eileen looks amazing. Almost too pretty to be at a tanning salon, but I love her professional glamorous look.

Friday was a little slow, so I let her run the system. She’s been watching me and picks it up quickly. Within minutes she is taking in new clients and selling packages. extraordinary.

She’s a fast learner. Visual. Watching me. Eileen has a great memory and mirrors my movements in the system.

I’m a little amazed at how fast she has learned the system. This is day two.

I knew day one would be acclimation and cleaning beds but Eileen was being groomed for working on her own and taking Achilles Saturdays because he doesn’t want to work on the weekends.

I’ll get these girls trained up to rock on their own.

We’ve been blessed with two intelligent lovely women. I need to embrace that and train them to their full potential. Cleaning beds is easy. I need to get them to the point where they can master the system so they can become more valuable to the company. They’ll work independent of Achilles and myself. That’s income and more time off for Achilles. That’s the goal.

Friday plays out like I think it will. Not as busy as Thursday. Which is a good thing because I can let Eileen work the computer system. I’m happy to be present and help, but I’d rather clean beds and have her learn.

Eileen seems like a natural. She’s so smart and is from the digital age. I am a middle-aged analog guy in this world, but I know this system back to front. That’s all I have going for me. Just more experience. But Eileen has a head for this. She’s tapping the touch screen and filling in new client applications. I’m very proud of my lovely hire.

She’s not the brilliant Summer from last year, (See: Summer – Night Shift Girl) but damn good.

Here’s a girl who works as a hostess at an Olive Garden all summer in ST Louis MI, all summer. She is on the front line there. They love her there. She looks good, and a hostess can make or break a restaurant. She’s accustomed to rocking the crowds.

Eileen makes a great appearance as well. She may dress casually but she makes it up in service. She asked me about the dress code and she looks fine. But she is picking up the system at a rapid pace.

Friday unfolds and Eileen’s on point. She seems like a natural for the system which can be confusing and daunting.

She may not have the initiative of Amelia when it comes to timing and the towels, laundry, and vacuuming, but I’ll take it for now. This is only day 2. I’ll train her. She’ll be great and I want to keep her for the next four years.

I love that we’ve found not one but two solid girls that totally rock.

We interviewed a few women we met through here and they were crap. The gods have blessed us with Amelia and Eileen. It’s like a miracle. (It’s super hard to find good help in the hospitality industry)

I take her through the closing process. I need her to be able work Saturdays.

I trained Eileen the over night on what it is, and she does great.

“What are you doing after this?”

“Probably hit Honeygrow and then go home.”

https://www.honeygrow.com/

(Oh, it’s glorious)

“I usually hit Joe’s Pizza for a slice and then home.”

“Let’s go to Honeygrow.”

“Okay.”

So we wrap up the salon. Vacuum, mop, make the deposit turn off the lights.

Eileen and I lock up and I show her the key lockbox and how sometimes it acts up.

We walk down the steps from the salon. The folks from the fitness center are still rocking upstairs so we just head out with out locking the main door.

It’s March and winter is going out like a lion this season and we tuck our scarves. I love meeting new people. I love training new people. I love meeting attractive women. As virtuous as I am I love the idea of going to dinner with a beautiful 18-year-old girl.

Think what you want, but at my core I am a middle-aged Dad and brother to three sisters. I’m so happy I finally got some help after months of working ever day non-stop. I love meeting new people and that’s where I get my energy.

Eileen is with the safest man she could be with tonight. I’m just happy I have staff!

We get to Honeygrow and she knows the system of ordering like it’s just an app on her phone. I struggle hard but order some stir fried delish.

“Do you want to eat here?”

“Yea. Is that okay?”

I just want to spend time with her.

(I know)

Our food comes out in bowls and it is plentiful and delicious. I can see why this generation loves this food. It’s healthy and filling and not MacDonald’s. (But I still love MacDonald’s)

I get a fountain soda that’s lovely, but baby sticks to water. She’s a healthy eater. I see that the beans in my choice are hard and avoid them. Eileen destroys her bowl.

She’s so pretty.

Her milky complexion. Perfect makeup. Raven hair, and her sunny disposition.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I’m so happy to be having dinner with this pretty doll.

Again… Eileen isn’t prey. I just love being around her.

She picks a table and we sit. It’s so nice to just sit and chat with my hire. This has never happened before. Its a brand new day.

“Tell me about your family if you’d like.”

“My parents divorced when I was three. My dad is a professor at Drexel so I have a free ride. He re-married. I hate my step mom. My dad was always sweet to me but mean to my mom. Turkish men think its okay to hit their wives. My dad hit my mom and one day she said, ” If you hit me again, I’m going to leave you.” and he hit her again and she did.”

“That’s why it’s over. It’s been over for so long. I love my mom. We’re close. But not so much with my dad because of my step-mom. When my parents where married my dad controlled all of the money, but now with his new wife, she controls everything.”

“It’s a nightmare. I live with my mom, and I adore her. We are perfect. But somehow my dad is now controlled by his new wife.”

“So your dad controlled everything before with your mom and now that he has a new wife, she controls everything.”

“Yea. It’s nuts.”

“I’m in college and I need things and I need stuff from my dad and she controls him money wise now. I hate her.”

“She sounds horrible. I’ve known people like that. I get it.”

“I can sometimes eventually get what I need from my father but step mom is so bad.”

My relationship with my mom is good, and we understand what is happening but it doesn’t make it any easier”

“But your father is a professor at Drexel and your tuition is free. How great is that?”

“It’s great… but two things.”

“What?”

“He’s stopped paying child support.”

My own nightmare kicks in and I know that you are done paying child support when your child turns 18. But if she goes to college you’re on the line until she’s 21. That’s the law. I am well aware of this. Lorelei came to me at 18 and didn’t go to college so I was off the hook.

Thank you, dear.

“If you go to college he still has to pay.”

“I know right, so my mom is taking him back to court.'”

Those of you that’ve followed this blog since the beginning, is it wrong for me to be be there for a young lady during her daddy issues?

Oh, stop it.

It was so sweet to sit in a restaurant I’d never go to with a sweet girl, I adore. I’m so looking forward to working with us over the next four yeas, I think she’s great.

I just love being around her and if I could get her out for calamari and gelato that would get me another post.

I need to get her trained but that’s my goal.

All Achilles wants is a Saturday girl so he doesn’t have to work, but there’s so much more to it than that.

I want to to take Eileen for gelato…

I know the best place in town.

 

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Rebecca – Chapter 7 – Cypress and the Oak – Part 4

I met Rebecca 3 years ago on a date. Rebecca has recently made an appearance in my life so I thought I’d re-run this series so everyone won’t have to go back and search for her series to catch up. Enjoy!

Fall of 2016

Rebecca was ripping into her slices. Baby was happy. She seemed liberated from tonight’s heartbreaking tale. I love to see a lady eat. I hope I can cook for her one day.

“Okay, so what ultimately happened to the Hiroshima twins?”

“Well my buddy went back to Belfast to study law to become a barrister and I kept in touch a little bit with the sisters.”

“That was the end of it?”

“Well one night big sister calls me and says that there is some great band playing at Madam Wong’s East in Chinatown. So I go, and she and baby sister are there and the three of us are hanging out. I’m burning pretty clean that night because I’m driving. Now my buddy has been gone for months. Baby sister isn’t into me at all. I’m fine with that, she’s still with older guy. What if that dude was married the whole time and she’s just his side piece? That would be crazy, but I wouldn’t rule it out. So baby sister ends up leaving and I hang with older sister. She’s a great girl, and ex-girlfriend from one of my best friends in the world. We’re living it up and dancing, and having a great time at the show. I wish I remember who was playing. (T-Bone Burnett) But if I can’t remember they couldn’t have been that great. I’m happy to be with her and then she tells me something. She says that when we initially met, she was really liking me. She wanted me but settled on my buddy when she saw I was into her younger sister. I ended up making out with her that night. There was some grabbing under the table but not much else. I wasn’t that into her but she was a sweet girl. I liked the fact that she was always into me though. We both had a great time and then she went home. I never saw either of them again.”

“It’s still a good story.”

“I guess. One of many. One of the more tame ones.”

“Oh really?”

“Well I was in a band.”

“Ok, rockstar, but I still liked the idea that the younger sister was in love with the older gentleman. She knew what she liked.”

“I suppose.”

“Do you go on Tinder a lot?”

“Hardly ever now. I can’t really be bothered with it. It seems so superficial.” (Bold-Faced Lie. I’m writing a dating blog!)

“Me either. I’m kinda done with it. You’ve been amazing tonight. Thank you so much for seeing me and listening to all of my woes. I feel so much better. I’m glad I let it out. I hope you’re not freaked out by it. I know you didn’t ‘Super Like’ me on Tinder but I’m glad we met just the same.”

“Well for the record, you didn’t ‘Super Like’ me either.” I laughed to make light of this nonsense.

“I know it’s all so silly.”

“Well if it’s any consolation, Rebecca, I’m not afraid to say that I super like you now and hope I can see you again soon. You’re smart and beautiful and I’ve really enjoyed our time together. The museum was amazing because of you, and tonight has been wonderful. I’m just happy to be with you. There. Complete transparency, okay?”

“I know we didn’t do the Fringe Festival but I was just trying to think of stuff to do with you and then I went through my crap. Can we plan something soon?”

My heart is soaring. “Of course. Let’s text and or call. Whatever you want Rebecca. To be honest with you I dated an actress for a while and she liked all that Fringe stuff and I kind of hate it all. It’s fringe for a reason.”

“I agree. Maybe we could go to the movies. I don’t care what we see. I trust you’ll pick and it’ll be good. I’m thinking buttery popcorn and candy.”

“I’ll find something good. Maybe I can email you a few previews and we can agree on something.”

“No. You pick. We’re both busy. We’ll make it work. Let’s do a Saturday matinée and then grab drinks afterward so we can chat about the film!”

How great is this? Did I rub a lamp and did this girl come out of it?  We crushed most of the pie. She says how she’s going to be fat from eating so much pizza, but I assure her she won’t gain any weight if none of her girlfriends see her do it, so it doesn’t count. Like eating Snickers bars or drinking alone. Oh, wait, that second one is something else.

The bill comes and there is some pie left and we ask for a box. I say to her how it’s funny that the first part of our second date was her story, and then part two was somehow a tale from my past. She says how she would like to hear more of my stories and is fascinated by life and different experiences. She says she’d love to travel, but it’s expensive. I tell her I just got my passport for the first time. She says she likes to go to the seashore and I hold back that there is a shore house in my family a block and a half from the beach in North Wildwood. Too early. I like to play some great songs, but don’t play the hits too early. Let’s see where this is going. If it somehow progresses, I’d love to take her to the shore. Just to take a break from the city, and commune with nature by the sea. Oh, who am I kidding? It’ll look like a hooker hotel room in Jersey City in the heat of the night.

I insist on paying. Rebecca giggles and tells me I have to pay because her credit card may be maxed our from her last transaction. “Totally worth it.” She says.

It’s late. She has to work tomorrow and save lives. I have to write about this. We walk outside and Philadelphia is surprisingly quiet for once. I’ve had a lovely time with this treasure. The night is clear and the buildings are familiar. I’ve been on this odyssey for the last ten years and all I can think of is ‘Here we go again’. But I love the euphoria of this moment. The exhilaration of new love. I know that’s what it is. No one has said it. She may not even know what it is. She’s had a measure of the pain and searing anguish of love with Derrick, but here it is again. She seems interested in me and may not know what kind of animal she has caught in her snare. But I’m willing to be caught and ready to go.

“I’ve had a wonderful night with you.” She says, taking my hands in hers. She looks up at me. Her eyes are dark and full of light. I don’t question what’s happening. “Thank you so much for your time tonight. I can’t thank you enough. I feel like you fixed me. I have been wearing armor my whole life and when I take it off I always get hurt. I feel like I’m safe when I’m with you.” She lifts her hands slowly and gently touches my cheeks and kisses me gently. Her kisses are soft and sincere.

That’s the difference.

There’s no faking that.

Ever.

 

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Alicia – Chapter 6 – Sigh…

I waited a day and then texted Alicia. (Didn’t want to seem to urgent. I’ve been playing the long game on this girl.)
“Hi Elisha. Hope you’re having a good day!” (Then I sent her my contact information)
Crickets.
I go into action. I email the GM at Square 1682.
Jason,
I spoke with you two weeks ago about a special lunch I wanted to have with a client that is dear to me. I told you how she can only have lunch at 11am because she comes in to work early..
She has a love of French Toast. I’ve sampled the french toast at Square and it is exquisite. I know your breakfast ends at 10:30, but if you could hold it out until 11am on Thursday, March 22 i would be eternally grateful. 
Elisha is an integral part of my financial team and just happens to adore french toast and if we can bring her the Square 1682 experience I’d be eternally grateful , Jason.
He responds.

Charles,

We’re set to have you for breakfast at 11am.

Aside the French toast, is there another item that you’ll be ordering?

Chef team needs to break down the line to reset for lunch but they will keep whatever items you need on the line for your order.  

 

 

Thank you so much, Jason! I’ll just order something from the lunch menu. The french toast is just for her.

Thank you again! You are awesome!
Respectfully,
Charles

 

 

No problem. The General Manager, Chris, will be here that morning.

He’s looped in along with the chef team. We’ll see you then.

Six days later I go to my credit union to deposit a check. It’s around 2 in the afternoon. Alicia isn’t there. I send her a text.
“Hi. I’m at PFCU. Are we still good for lunch on Thursday at 11?”
Crickets.
That night at 11pm I screenshot the response from Jason about how their ready for us on Thursday with delicious french toast for her at 11am. I also include this text.
“The GM at Square 1682 has confirmed that we’re good for Thursday. I haven’t heard back from you. I know we’re having crazy weather tomorrow (March snow!) but please let me know for 11am Thursday. It’ll be fun!”
I get my very first text from Alicia the next morning. (It’s been over a week since I hatched this plan.)
“Hey sorry I haven’t been responding. I’m actually on vacation and won’t be back in Philly until next week so I’ll be in touch when the next time we can do brunch!”
I respond 3 hours later.
“No worries. Being away from Philly right now is a good thing. It’s snowing like crazy!”
I email Jason and tell him that for now, it’s sadly…off.
I don’t want to get disappointed and we are having a huge snowstorm right now, so I’m going to sit tight.
I suppose my next move will to simply return to the credit union next week. I’ll make another deposit and chat with Alicia and try to reset our lunch date.
This story isn’t over. I’m determined to get to know her and get her some delicious french toast.
Onward and upward!

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Here’s What Happens To Your Body If You Drink Less Than A Bottle Of Water Per Day

Almost any health-related article contains the magic phrase ‘drink plenty of water’. But what exactly happens if you don’t?

Up to 60% of the human adult body is made up of water. In fact, H.H. Mitchell stated in the Journal of Biological Chemistry that the brain and the heart are comprised of 73% water, while the lungs are around 83% water.

Our bodies use water in all cells, organs, and tissues to regulate and maintain normal function and temperature. It is essential for keeping our kidneys, skin and other organs in top working condition.

You lose more water throughout the day than you realize- your body loses water through sweating, digestion, excretion and even breathing. This means it is crucial to rehydrate by drinking water, as well as by eating foods with high water content.

Downing a specific amount of water is not that high on anyone’s priority list, and unless you are watching a water-intensive film like Aquaman or Moana (watching all that water in high definition had me really thirsty), it’s easy to forget to chug enough water when preoccupied with work and chores.

Some lesser known benefits of staying sufficiently hydrated are:

•    It promotes weight loss by helping to get rid of the by-products of fats while keeping you satiated.

•    It helps form saliva and mucus, which keeps our nose, mouth, eyes, and throat moist while protecting them from damage and friction due to dryness.

•    It is the key to glowing, healthy, nourished skin, by making it less prone to turning dry and wrinkling.

•    It regulates body temperature, especially for those who live in hot climates or are highly physically active.

•    Cartilage in the joints contains water that is necessary for keeping them lubricated and healthy to provide sufficient cushioning and avoid joint pain.

•    Staying hydrated keeps your energy up and your brain working at its optimal level.

•    It keeps your body’s waste disposal system functioning efficiently.

•    It boosts your immune system.

So how much water does one really need?

There is no hard and fast rule to follow when it comes to how much water one must drink.

Water intake is dependent on a lot of internal as well as external factors such as age, weight, gender, activity levels, and temperature of the surrounding area.

A general recommendation is to drink six to eight glasses of water a day, which comes to about 1.5 to 2 liters of water a day. Since most disposable bottles are can hold about half a liter, this means that one must down three to four bottles of water daily.

What happens when you don’t drink enough water?

Your body sends delayed thirst signals to your mind, which unfortunately means that, by the time you become aware of your thirst, your body is already dehydrated.

•    Even mild dehydration (fluid loss of as little as 1-3%) negatively affects energy levels, attention span, motor coordination, and mood, and can lead to significant reductions in memory and brain performance.

•    Your appearance will get affected if you remain dehydrated for an extended period. Skin dulls down and loses its glow, and lips become dry and begin to peel. Your mouth and throat may also feel dry, which can actually cause an increase in caries due to the absence of the natural cavity-fighting effects of saliva. The lack of water can also lead to the undesirable occurrence of bad breath or halitosis caused by a build-up of bacteria in your mouth.

•    When you perform physical activity on a dehydrated body, it can cause you to feel dizzy, faint or exhausted. You will begin to feel constantly tired, even after getting enough sleep.

•    This can also lower the volume of blood in your body. The thicker your blood becomes, the harder your cardiovascular system has to work. Your heart rate and breathing may both increase due to this.

•    Insufficient water also impairs the body’s ability to properly regulate temperature, which increases your body temperature, also known as hyperthermia.

•    Your digestive and excretory systems will be out of whack. This means you will experience the highly uncomfortable side effect called constipation. Furthermore, you won’t pee very often, and when you do, your urine will be darker than usual, as opposed to the standard pale yellow it should be, which is not a good sign.

•    Another somewhat unexpected consequence of insufficient hydration is that you gain water weight. Your body begins to retain as much water as it can, which may make your face and extremities puffy and swollen. This gets resolved when you start to drink a sufficient amount of water again.

•    You may also experience frequent, unexplained headaches. Without the requisite amount of water, your cells will shrink. This can cause your brain actually to shrink from fluid loss, which causes a headache. These headaches can range from mild and dull to severely debilitating but quickly disappear after gulping down some H2O.

•    No one likes it when you’re cranky, which is precisely what you’ll be if you don’t hydrate properly. Not only will people begin to avoid you because of the sudden change in your temperament, but dehydration will also adversely affect your own ability to perform daily tasks and chores.

•    Overeating is a common consequence of being dehydrated. This happens when your mind misinterprets the thirst signals as hunger pangs, causing you to eat more than you usually would. Furthermore, without water to fill your tummy and keep you satiated, you have more space for that extra serving of food.

Here's What Happens To Your Body If You Drink Less Than A Bottle Of Water Per Day

How can you monitor your hydration levels?

Once you have identified if you are dehydrated or not, maintaining proper levels of hydration is easy! Following these steps will help you stay hydrated:

1.    Pay attention to how much you drink: track your water intake for a week by maintaining a daily log. This will help you identify and rectify any shortages in your water intake.

2.    Keep an eye on your peeing habits: It is normal to urinate around 3 to 4 times a day. Any less than that means you have to up your water intake, ASAP. Your pee should also be a pale yellow or clear color.

3.    Carry a water bottle with you wherever you go.

4.    Be aware of how and when you feel thirsty, and be sure to rehydrate as soon as you do to help clean your liver.

 

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Alicia – Chapter 5 – Get Her Number

I used to be at war with my demons and now we’re all on the same side.

I need my sleep from life in general. I wake late on Monday morning. There are things I need to do. They need to happen today. The first day of the week. I have to go deposit my check and talk to Alicia.

There’s no real reason to do any of this, other that the directive that always drives me. I like Alicia my favorite teller, and I want to break the shell of her understanding and take her to a nice lunch. I want to get to know her.

Why?

Why not. I’m attracted to her and her aloofness. That and those arms. It’s weird but it’s mine. There’s something unique about her. If I can just secure some time with her outside the credit union I can learn all about her. Is it for me or the blog?

Do I really want to get to know this stranger that handles my money or am I just doing this to create content for phicklephilly?

Have I done things before that have simply driven the blog? I’m starting to think that I have. I’m managing my current relationship as best I can and all of the facets that come with that but why this teller?

I know nothing about her. She’s behind bulletproof glass. Is this simply a new goal for me to keep my life interesting and drop the dopamine?

I’m starting to think that. Is the art now driving my life?

I don’t have a problem with that but I can feel the anxiety placing its cold fingers around my heart as I climb the steps to my credit union.

I take some deep breaths as I unbutton my overcoat and loosen my scarf.

“I need to get into character and just do this.”

I walk into the credit union and head to the desk. I fill out my deposit slip. My hands are shaking a bit. Am I just nervous or are dementia tremors kicking in from the drinking? I write my name and social security number and it looks like the writing of an old man.

I’m 55. Middle age has got me by the throat, but I still have mad game and after decades of dealing with my anxiety and depression… I can push those loser off me.

I know what I’m going to say. I worked it out all weekend. I’m ready. I’m going to run the program like I always have. I’m so good at this now. I turn to Depression and tell him to cheer up and go to work. I turn to Anxiety and tell him to settle down and just be excited at the prospect of a new lady.

I used to be at war with these demons and now we’re all on the same side.

Get in line.

I’m standing there with my paperwork. There are tellers waiting on customers. Just another boring Monday at the office.

I see her.

Alicia.

Her back is turned and she’s working on something at the back counter behind the teller area.

Fuck! She won’t see me. I’ll have to go to one of these other people.

Bust suddenly she turns and sees me. She smiles.

“I can take you down here.”

Time to close this.

I scamper down to her window. The credit union’s quiet. I need to do this now. I push my check and deposit slip into the slit under the bulletproof glass.

“How are you? Nice to see you.”

“You too.”

This is where the rubber meets the road my friends. The move has to be made now or you will lose forever.

“You said you like french toast.”

“Yeah” she smiles.

“On the weekends brunch goes to 3pm, but during the week breakfast ends at 11am. Most end at 10:30. The only place to get french toast in this city during the week after 11am is Midtown Diner. I’m not taking you there. Great spot, but no. I spoke with my friend Jason at Square 1682. He’s the General Manager. I described the dilemma of your 11am lunch break. He told me if I email him and give him the day we’re meeting for lunch he assured me that you will have french toast for lunch at 11 even though breakfast ends at 10:30. And the french toast at Square 1682 is slammin.”

Alicia is listening intently and smiles. She is delighted by my efforts.

This is how you date my friends.

Go slowly. Build the trust. Make her laugh. Make her feel safe. Be non menacing. Be trustworthy. Be creative. Bend time. Be original. Be extraordinary.

So many men fire off to quickly and blow it. My father taught me to be the lion lying in the grass and doing nothing. Like wine it could take years. Most men aren’t that patient. You have to be if you want something. I’ve waited years for the things I’ve wanted.

If you can do that and be elegant, you’ll close the sale and win the girl.

It may not work out, but it’s never the kill. It’s the thrill of the chase.

That’s the true rush of romance. The best part. The unknown. The excitement of the possibilities.

This could just be a lunch, but I want nothing more from Alicia. I love the idea of the old horse being able to get a lunch date with a beautiful young girl though bulletproof glass can still happen.

I tell her my efforts and Alicia is entranced.

“I can’t do this week, but next Thursday at 11 would work.”

“Perfect. May have your number?”

Alicia grabs a pink post it and scrawls down her phone number. She sticks it to my deposit receipt and thrusts it back to me under the glass.

 

The die has been cast. I’ve won after over a year of desire.

I tell her I’ll push her my contact info in a text. She smiles and agrees.

I’ve done it.

There is a pause and we look into each others eyes. We smile and I realize I have all I need and my transaction is done.

“Okay then. I’ll set it up.”

“Yea. Have a great day, Charles.”

“I have some more checks to deposit so I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.” (smiles)

I walk out of the credit union. Should I go out and have a celebratory smoke or go eat before my shift at the salon because I have to train the new girl (Eileen or Amelia) tonight?

Go eat. You’ve earned it buddy!

 

Lunch date with hot Alicia!

 

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Amelia – Chapter 3 – Getting To Know You

Amelia could actually be the best employee we’ve ever had. I don’t know it for sure yet and neither does she, but that could be a trust statement.

I’ve never had two girls working with me at night during the busy season at the salon.

But I love it. I have busted my ass for 9 months on my own there. We were desperate to find some help. I hung up signs. We may have gone on Craigslist. We had a few girls apply but they were mostly alcoholics and hookers. (Not kidding) It’s hard to find quality help that’s willing to work those hours for $9 under that table.

But by some cosmic miracle I’ve been blessed with not one but two girls that are my comrades during this crazy Spring tanning season.

Initially I was apprehensive of a stranger like Amelia coming in from one of our trainers from some gym, but I have grown to adore her.

I’m so accustomed to running this entire place on my own it almost feels odd that I suddenly don’t have to be responsible for everything.

There’s someone else taking care of cleaning the beds, doing the laundry, and vacuuming.

I have the whole night mapped out in my head and now I have a helper that makes all of these chess moves without my guidance.

I love it.

Amelia is a wonderful woman. She’s the perfect hire. Beautiful, smart, fit and progressive in her approach.

It’s hard to teach her the computer when it’s mad busy. I have to do it. I know it. Fast and efficient. I don’t want Amelia to have to be baptized by fire. There’s no reason for it.

I’ve worked for shitty managers and they drop you into the fire. You learn quickly but its a painful experience. I’d rather have Amelia watch me rock and watch me and learn without the searing pressure. But if I’m at the helm and she’s cleaning beds I can cross sell and up sell more and that’s what we need right now.

It’s our busy season and I need to kill it.

I”ll train her, but cash is king right now and I need to be at the wheel.

Amelia is very utilitarian like a soldier. She’s on top of the cleaning and the laundry. That’s what I need right now. Perfect. Stay on top of the beds and let me keep the clients moving.

Amelia is on it. I like that about her.

She’s more proactive than Eileen. Both good but different. It’s something I have to deal with and Achilles can sit in his hot tub and collect the money.

The night is cranking. We have new clients and the place is making money.

 

My buddy Church rolls in to tan and hang. (See: Church – Brand Ambassador)

Normally we go to dinner after I close the salon. This time we invite Amelia.

She accepts and we all head over to Marathon. I know everybody over there and so does Church.

I’m happy to hang with my new hire and Amelia is lively. Because she’s military, she and Church connect which is good for him. He needs to get better at talking to girls.

We grab food and drinks and it’s a lovely meeting. I’m stupid happy I finally have staff and they’re actually cool. And… we can hang. Love that. (I never hung out with any of my former employees.)

Amelia could actually be the best employee we’ve ever had. I don’t know it for sure yet and neither does she, but that could be a trust statement.

The thing that really struck me about Amelia was her diversity.

I had an image of her when I met her.

Fit. Workout girl. Worked at a gym. Getting her certification in personal fitness. Air Force reserves. Uber on the weekends. A worker. (Loved that)

We’re sitting in the booth and I’m plowing a Manhattan, Rye up, with a brandied berry and she’s having a whiskey ginger. We start to talk.

She went to theater college. She wanted to be an actress. University of the Arts. She’s done acting. She’s done Stand Up.

I love her more.

She starts to sound and look like Annabelle. (See: Annablelle – Nice To Meet You) Not the bad parts of Annabelle, because there are plenty, but the good parts.

Here’s a girl who has risen from the grinding failure of show biz and has made her way out of that and worked her butt off to move forward.

She’s a bit more progressive over the salon than Eileen. More on top of the operations.

but I love Eileen and she is SO good on the computer.

This is new ground for me.

I adore them both and I’m so happy we’ve found not one, but two great women to work for our salon!

Going for drinks with Amelia at Square 1682 next Monday with or without Church!!

 

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Alicia – Chapter 4 – I Have To Do This Now

I really want to go to lunch with a girl from behind bulletproof glass. She handles my money. I like that. Alicia always seemed quiet and sullen, but I loved that pretty face and the hair on her forearms. (I know, but to be it shows super feminine independence to me. In an age where every girl I know has been affected by the porn industry and all of the loser guys in the world that think that hair is gross. Alicia is cool with her pretty arm hair.) Unique always drives me wild.

It’s the differences in women that affect me. It’s your unique signature. Most women are all the same now. No hair below the eyebrows. Why?

The hair on your body is your maturity. It has function and symbolism. You’re an adult. You’re beautiful. Leave your stuff alone.

But sadly women won’t. They will yield to what foolish men want. A bunch of idiots that watch porn everyday and see bald pussies to get the better shot of sexy, clear genital shots has become the norm. It’s so sad.

Women should look like adult women. I don’t mean crazy unruly hippy bushes, But leave it! The hair is supposed to be there.

I grew up in an age when all women had it. You hit puberty and the hair is there. Us too! I keep my instrument trimmed so he doesn’t look like Gandalf from The Lord of The Rings (That’s a real thing at my age)

But ladies, leave it. Why bend to the porn industry and a bunch of loser guys that think that hair is gross because they’ve been jerking off everyday to bald pussies on their phones for the last 10 years?

It’s total bullshit and just another manipulation of women and their bodies. But you’re all bald now. It’s just stupid nonsense.

But when I saw Alicia’s arms it lit me up. I don’t know anything about her and she may very well shave her box for whatever reason, but when I saw her arms I had hope. Not to sleep with her, but that she was comfortable with her body and a solid girl.

Most men (boys) today would be grossed out by that but I found her natural freedom incredibly attractive. I wanted to get to know her. Even if it were just for lunch.

My partner Achilles at the salon and gym thinks I’m a fool for spending all of this money on girls on all of these dates but I’m enjoying all of the stories I’m getting. I also love the company of all of these interesting ladies.

After my conversation with Alicia where it certainly felt like the tables had turned, I really made an effort to find her french toast.

I talked to clients and friends and did my research on Yelp and I came up empty handed.

Everything was too far away and breakfast ended before Alicia’s 11am lunch. I searched far and wide and came up with nothing.

How was I going to get the one thing Alicia wanted without taking her to a shitty diner that served breakfast all day? That’s now a cool first date especially with a special girl like Alicia.

I had to get creative.

I went to Square 1682 that was the host to my first date with my girlfriend Cherie. It’s my favorite bar in the city and a very accommodating spot for my desires.

I stopped in today looking for the chef, because he was instrumental in saving my first date with Cherie. We’ve been together for a year and a half so maybe its good he wasn’t there. I don’t want him to think I was cheating. It’s just lunch with a teller that handles my money.

I know it looks bad.

I walk in and go to the kitchen and ask for the chef. They tell me he’s not there but the guy there I’m talking to tells me he’s the General Manager and he remembers me from Monday when I was there with my buddy Church.

That’s good. He knows I’m a regular and there is a connection.

I tell him my dilemma about Alicia’s 11am lunch and how she like french toast and how two weeks ago I had it and it’s slamming.

He gives me his business card and asks that I email him the day I’m coming with my client.

I tell him I know that breakfast ends at 10:30 and that you can’t get french toast after that, but he says he’ll make that happen for us.

Now I have a story for this blog and I get to take sweet Alicia to lunch for what she wants.

Now I just have to sell this to her when I deposit my next check on Monday and get her number.

We have reached critical mass!

I never dreamed this would happen.

I’ve had phicklephilly feelings for her for the last two years.

To sit across a table and have lunch with this aloof pretty girl that I phicklephilly love will be amazing.

I can’t wait to learn about her life.

I’m going in there Monday with my deposit and a mission.

It’s game time, Alicia.

I adore you and I can’t believe we’re actually going to meet. It proves to me that ANYTHING is possible.

To my friends… If I have this kind of mad game you all need to step up.

I’l help you!

 

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