Kita – Chapter 34 – Thoughts While She’s Away

“I stand outside my pain and frustration now.”

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I love Kita. Kita has no idea how I feel about her. It’s okay. She’s so young and inexperienced, she can’t see it.

I met her and in classic phicklephilly fashion and fell in love with her. I love my real girlfriend Cherie with all my heart, but this is just a symptom of the universe. That’s why this blog exists.

I’m fickle as hell and fall in love everyday. That sucks for Cherie, but I’m not directly hurting her. I just don’t see her much and don’t know how much longer I’ll be around.

I met Kita. I had a thing for her immediately. I wrote about her without even knowing her because the iron was hot. Then by some miracle I got to know her. I’ve loved that. Because that’s the way my brain operates. But I have control over that now. But I still want what I want. It makes me feel alive.

I think about this silly confused little girl. Beautiful. Doesn’t realize it. Obsessed with tanning and diet and exercise. Little connection with dad. Little connection with men and relationships.

My daughter is her same age and totally has it together.

Kita was with some loser guy that dumped her after 6 months at 16. She lost her shit and her mother put her on medicine. Not good, but here we go. Then she met JR and that was a 3 year odyssey of childish nonsense and discovery. They had sex, and were a couple. He got tired of her nonsense and cut her loose.

She suffered and rebounded into Steve. Another loser. If you’ve been reading the series you’ll see that he’s an absolute fail. I don’t even know him and I feel bad that he’s so confused with who he is.

Then there’s me.

The washed up banker, ad man that now works at a fucking tanning salon. A man that has decided to leave corporate life. A man that is a good dad to his daughter and a decent brother to his sisters.

This lovely bird has no clue how to navigate the perils of dating life. Rich family and boarding school for girls doesn’t groom girls for life.

Kita has come to me. She loves to tan and I’m kind and sweet. I have experience and I can help her. But I’m torn.

I’m not losing my shit over it. I’ve been at this a long time. I’m in a relationship with Cherie and I love her very much, but in classic phicklephilly fashion, I’m helpless to play this out.

I buy an extra banana when I go to Wawa knowing Kita’s coming in the salon. I do this all the time.

I know Kita loves snacks so I have a friend that sells trail mix products and I have secured a six pack of snacks I can give to her. (She goes crazy for them and hits the bag like a starving pup.)

I bought her pepper spray and showed her how to use it to protect my herself. (I haven’t done this for my girlfriend of a year)

I had dinner with her at one of the finest Italian restaurants in the city. We had the best table in the house. )Haven’t done that with Cherie either.)

I tell this story and they can’t believe it. But I have that power.

There’s something about Kita that just drops my dopamine.

And That’s all I need apparently. Kita is a sober, boring, confused 21 year old cute Asian girl. I don’t even know why I like her. She brings absolutely nothing to the table other than beauty and a slamming fit body.

But I’m not that guy.

Maybe I want to rescue her, and spend time with her because I’m obviously attracted to her but…. maybe I want to spend time with her because she doesn’t really fit in with her peers.

I’m happy just to hang with her.

I like that.

As sharp as I am in this world, sometimes my mind is dull when it comes to obvious cues.

All the kissing.

It’s always at the salon and I have to protect the business, but I may be missing the point. As confused as Kita is she seems to slip me in during her weakness. I love it, and I want more but I want to be careful with this one.

I bought her a little treat for Christmas. It’s chocolate pretzels with candy cane sprinkles upon them. She saw them on a snack site the other day and loved them so I knew it would be a small safe gift I could give my love.

Torture.

But not really.

I stand outside my pain and frustration now. It feels good.

I have a solid relationship with Cherie and that’s rock n roll.

But I get to play with young girls like Kita and enjoy the rush of courtship and confusion, but I never lose. I get to get off on the game and then go back to Cherie. I know some of you may have a problem with this but it’s my journey.

I’m going to ask her out to lunch when she gets back to Philly.

 

I’ve been thinking about this for the last two days. I just have to ask my love. She can’t see the lion. She’ll do it. For all of the wrong reasons. She really likes me. She loves that I’m always there for her. Mentor. Dad. her response will always be yes. She has little experience with men.

My inner voice scolds me: “Charles… You love her in a phicklephilly way. You have Cherie. Hold it together. Don’t do anything stupid at lunch.”

I think the most obvious and sad part of this tale is this. Here we have phicklephilly guy completely smitten by a young girl. She is absolutely clueless in the ways of love. The thing she needs is a good boy to step up and take her out on dates. Buy her a romantic dinner, give her bananas when she stops in, give her breakfast bars and snack mix as gifts, (she loves that) give her romantic advice and take her to lunch.

That’s what I’ve been doing.

Kita is completely blind to my love for her.

She’s a self absorbed, selfish girl, that doesn’t understand what is being provided to her. But I’m foolish to ever think I would ever get to savor the fruit of this elegant flower.

Why have I wasted my time on this sweet little project?

 

Maybe not. You never know what could happen.

 

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Kita – Chapter 33 – Off to NYC for Thanksgiving

I get to the salon. Kita is already there. Always good. She looks beautiful as always. But Achilles is there and she’s asking about fitness and diet. Achilles is the king of that. I stand down and let him go but he knows I want her as my girl. I like that he knows that. As he talks about heath and fitness he make more eye contact with me than her. It lets me know he’s not the predatory male here. That’s a real thing here at the salon. He always says to me, “Did you hit that yet?” Of course I tell him the truth, that I have not and probably never will simply based on the gap in our ages. But that is the end goal.

She seemed surprised to see me.

I asked her to Dave and Busters a week ago. Is she avoiding me? I feel this. Kita is so self-absorbed and fucked up so I’m going to let it go. But only slightly.

Why did she come in before my shift? I think of this kind of nonsense. Kita is oblivious and has nothing to do with it but I think about it. I’m always thinking about her. Sadly, I think about her more than my true love Cherie.

Kita, is simply a dessert in the myriad of my life. Just a sweet krimpet I can bite and spin my wheels with on romantic counseling.

Why are we always kissing? I don’t know. I love kissing Kita. To drink from the sweet lips of a 21-year-old girl. I am truly honored.

To feel the occasional swirl of her busy tongue in my mouth drives me crazy. But I digress as usual.

“I miss JR and I’m sad.” she says.

But she’s kissing me the whole time and I think she’s missing her daddy.

And that’s where our hero steps in and relives Kita of her stress.

I’m going to do that as much as possible.

Achilles leaves and I take over the shift. Kita hangs out and chats with me. We talk about the upcoming holiday and what we’re doing. She’s taking a Greyhound for New York to have Thanksgiving with her family.

“Do you have any snacks?”

I whip these out.

 

Look at her sweet little hand. So dainty with her white nail polish. A client gave me that bag of snacks. I thought It’d be perfect for Kita. (and besides, I always see her after school which makes it all a little more lurid)

“Aww! Awesome! Thank you. Where’d you get these? I’ve never heard of them before.”

“A friend of mine knows a rep from the company and he gave them to me.” (Bold faced lie)

“I think this’ll be an awesome snack! I can eat some and then seal up the bag and have some for later.”

“Yea, I’ll see if my friend has any more samples. I’m not yet sure where you can buy these snacks.”

Kita grabs her special lotion and heads into her favorite sun bed in room 2. I go about my usual duties. Cleaning, checking that all the rooms have towels and making sure the bathroom is in good order.

When Kita is finished she walks into the waiting area. I’m chilling in one of the chairs looking at my phone.

“Sure is quiet in here tonight.”

“Yea, well the holidays are upon us, so a lot of people have already left the city to be with their families.”

“Is anybody else in the salon?”

“Nope. Just you and me.” (I say this not looking up from my phone, just to see what she’ll do)

Kita leaps on my lap straddling me. I’m thrilled and feel my heart beat quicken and suck in a surprised breath. I run my fingers past her ear and through her luxurious golden locks. I pull her to me and kiss her deeply. A passionate, hungry kiss. It appears Kita has quite an appetite that needs more than snacks to satisfy.

I move to her hot, slender neck and lightly attack her with kisses. She exhales sharply and throws her head back offering more, and she presses her crotch firmly against mine.

We kiss more and I’m holding this petite girl in my arms. I love the way she feels and smells. In the heat of this moment I want to fuck her back to Asia. She grabs my hand from her waist and presses it on her breast. My fingers sink into its firm softness like a caramel muffin.

She’s so beautiful to me…

I hear footsteps coming up the stairs and I know this little rendezvous is about to come to an abrupt end.

Fuck!

Kita eases away from the obvious bulge in my pants and gives me on last little lick on my lips and then a wet, smacking kiss. (Strong finishing move!)

She slowly backs away from me, grinning and glancing intermittently from my eyes to my crotch. I can feel my face is flushed with desire. I reach for a magazine and hold it in front of my pants as I limp over to the counter and stand behind it.

Something is happening here. Kita is somehow getting my constant advice on her boy problems. But she is literally straddling two different relationships with me. It feels good when she goes into sexy Kita mode, but most of the time she’s just a regular young chick that’s trying to navigate her way through life. There seems to be this strange duality to Kita.

One minute she’s the innocent, confused girl who’s texting boys and getting ignored and the next she’s jumping into my arms. You don’t think she’s got some sort of disorder, right?

She’s giggling and starts walking back towards the bathroom as the customers enter the salon.

What am I going to do with this chick? This little mynx is driving me crazy!

I send the clients to their respective rooms and Kita returns. She smiles. God, she’s beautiful. I love this caramel colored doll.

“I have to go.”

“Okay… Have a nice Thanksgiving. Be safe on the bus.  I’ll miss you, Kita.”

“I’ll miss you too, Charles!”

She hugged me in a way that was friendly and not the vixen she was five minutes ago.

But I understand.

I think Kita lacks a dad. She only talks about her mom. He’s basically invisible because he’s so busy protecting  America.

Kita and her sister went to a private boarding school. (Girls only!) Their whole lives because they could, but never gained all of the real world we all got navigating our way through the shit that is public school.

Their parents protected their sweet adopted daughters. They rescued those Chinese babies. But once they had them, they never taught them how to navigate the real world of dating, courtship and relationships.

Oh my god. Kita has no tools. She’s trapped in eccentric thinking… that everyone thinks like her. She’s ill equipped to move forward to find a mate in this world.

I want her. But she’s going to go without realizing how I feel about her yet.

Am I okay with that?

Yes.

Because she’s 21 and beautiful and I’m a fickle asshole that’s a beauty addict. I adore this girl. I can’t help it.

“I have to go to New York…”

“I know. I’ll miss you honey.”

“‘I’ll miss you too, Charles.

(Blows me a kiss)

And baby’s gone.

I want her so much. I must have her. But how will that happen? She sees me as a mentor.  She gives me kisses but it’s in these short controlled (or out of control) bursts and its killing me.

How do I make Kita love me?

There must me a catalyst.

What’s that going to be?

 

If you choose to listen to the song I’ve included in this post, listen to the final line John Waite sings. That’s how I feel about Kita!

 

 

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Kita – Chapter 32 – Locked and Loaded

“I’m sad about the loss of the nostalgic love I had with him. We’ve obviously grown apart.”

She comes into the salon and as always I’m delighted to see my little China doll.

I’m so fickle. I love so many women. Cherie’s my girlfriend, but I hardly see her due to our schedules. I want to stay with her and I like this arrangement. I’m sure she’s not happy about it, but I like the idea of having a girlfriend that isn’t around much. It just works great for me. Just ‘greatest hits’ and gone. Then back again for more a month later. It’s always glorious to be with Cherie, but I love my freedom to work and be with my friends and my alone time.

I have another gift for Kita. But she starts the conversation first.

“I texted JR.”

I look away and grimace.

“No wait. Let me tell you what happened, Charles.”

“I’m listening.”

“I just asked him how he was doing and he got combative right away. I was like, how are you? and he said, ‘can’t you see on Instagram?’ I don’t follow him on any social media.”

“That’s good. You shouldn’t. Don’t look at that stuff, it’ll make you crazy.”

“So my friend who didn’t know we were broken up asked me why JR is posting all these pictures with some girl that’s not me. I told her we had split and she said the girl isn’t so hot, and it’s his loss.”

“Obviously. You’re beautiful, kind and sweet, Kita. He’s a manipulative idiot that squandered the best person in his life.”

“Thank you, Charles. So he said he moved on because I took up with Steve and that forced him to move on. It really made me mad because I only started talking to Steve because JR was doing what he did for all of last year.” (See her record in my previous post about Kita)

“Exactly. He’s trying to turn it around like you left him and took up with someone from his crappy neighborhood, and he’s butt hurt about it now that he can no longer control you. He abandoned you, Kita. He’s an asshole.”

“Yea, I was just trying to do the adult thing and be civil to him and maybe get some closure, and he started in on me trying to make me feel guilty when that simply isn’t the case. He’s a punk and I’m done with him. Steve was my rebound and I’m done with him too, but I’m not going to talk to JR anymore. The way he behaved on the phone shows me who he really is and even though I’m sad about the loss of the nostalgic love I had with him, we’ve obviously grown apart.”

“You’re correct in your thinking, Kita. You’ve grown out of his juvenile controlling, insecure behavior. He’s a child. You said yourself, you hate boys. I know they suck, but it gets better. TIME takes care of everything. I promise. I’ve been through a lot. Pain and heartbreak is a natural process we all have to go through at some point and it’s how we learn to cope with loss.”

“You’re right. Thank you. Do you have any snacks?”

I go and get my stash. and hand her the box full of cereal bars.

“Mmm… Oatmeal raisin!” She says as she happily bites into the bar.

I love feeding her and taking care of her.

“I have something for you.”

Her lovely eyes light up. “Ooh… what is it?”

I hand her this:

“Ohhh! Awesome! Thank you! My mom is going to be so happy when I tell her you gave me this!”

As she’s reading the instruction on the back of the package, I smile and my mind drifts to an imaginary conversation with her father the Admiral.

“Kita, I don’t know how comfortable I am with my 21 year old daughter hanging around with some middle aged man from a tanning salon. You’re going out to dinner with him and spending an exorbitant amount of time with this man.”

“He’s a dad with a daughter my age who has lived him since she was 18. He gave me this last week. (Shows dad the pepper spray) That’s the first thing he gave his daughter when she came to live in Philly.”

“Approved. Spend all the time you want with him. He sounds like my kinda guy.”

My active and creative mind also cruises into another fantasy sequence…

“Kita. I love you and have strong feelings for you. You know that. The more time you spend with me the more my feelings will grow for you. I know you’re a young woman of great virtue and want to retain your maidenhood. But one day you’ll be skipping through the woods bringing a picnic basket full of goodies to your grandma. I’ll emerge from the darkness and reveal to you the wolf I truly am. (I hand Kita the pepper spray) This… is for that day.”

Funny, right? I’m the one Kita needs to worry about. But all kidding aside. I never operate like that. If she comes to me… When she comes to me, she will do so willingly and yield to me. That’s how it always is in my life. I never take. It’s always handed over to me in mutual celebration.

I dream of that day. I think of her asleep in my arms. I smell her hair as I’m nestled behind her like a spoon. My mind recalling the night before of passionate, searing lovemaking the like she’s never felt.

Back to reality…

“Here let me show you how it works, dear.”

I show her how to hook the unit to her key chain. I hold her dainty hand in mine and guide it to the quick release button to separate the pepper spray unit from the key chain. I then show her how to hold it and how to simply slide the safety to the right to engage the unit.

She’s holding it.

“It’s now armed, Kita. Press down on the trigger and fire it in a horizontal, back and forth motion across the assailants eyes. It will immobilize your attacker and give you time to get away quickly and call 911.”

She presses down on the trigger and the unit shoots a tight stream of the police grade pepper spray 10 feet away at the wall.

“Ooohh! Wow! That really works! Thank you, Charles! I got it. I’m ready!”

“Keep that with you at all times, Kita. You’re only five feet tall. You’re small and someone may think they can take you. You hit them across the eyes with that, and they will be temporarily blinded with searing pain in their eyes and it’ll give you time to get away. I care about you and don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“You’re so amazing, Charles. I’m so glad I met you.”

She grabs me and hugs me. Kissing my face and lips.

I love this. (And hope she never has to use it on me…

Kidding! It’ll be the last thing on her mind if…. WHEN she comes to me.)

We’re making progress…

 

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Cherie – Chapter 53 – Why I’ll Never Marry a Black Man

“Black women and white men aren’t the only diverse duo out there, but it’s something to chat about if you’ve ever been in that type of relationship.”

Aside from the historical separation of black people and white people, there are a few barriers you should get out of the way in the present.

Words from Cherie herself.

I’m never going to marry a black man…

Why would I want to? Why would I commit myself to a lifetime of disappointment and misery? I don’t need a man to ruin my life; I can do that on my own without his help and with much less drama.

I’ve made up my mind to marry a white man because life is too short for you to live it hoping that you’ll find that one in a hundred black men who will be true to his word and won’t turn out to be a deadbeat.

White men are simple. They don’t have mothers from hell who expect you to visit their house so you can cook, clean, kneel and kiss their feet. They have boundaries and understand that marriage means a man leaves his father and mother and becomes one with his wife. Black mothers think marriage means a woman leaves her mother and father and becomes drafted into the family as an indentured slave.

White men are liberated. They don’t feel threatened by their woman earning more or having aspirations. A white man will have dinner ready for you when you come home late from work. He will have the children bathed and put to bed without being asked.
White men are faithful. You can trust that if he’s out late with his friends he’s not going to end the night having acquired a small house. You know that when he dies there won’t be any kids coming out of the woodwork making claims on his estate. White culture values monogamy, whereas black culture puts a premium on how many notches he has on the bed post.

White men value family and financial security. They invest in trust funds and leave an inheritance for their children. And oh the children! The caramel skin, the pretty brown eyes and the big, curly hair… I want gorgeous children! Have you seen those beautiful interracial family photos? I deserve that in my life.

It’s not that I hate black men. It’s that after more than two decades of being in relationships with black men, I’ve gone through enough grief for a lifetime. I want to be happy and for me that means not committing the rest of my life to a black man.

For a long time that’s how I felt about black men and that’s how many young black women feel today. We’ve seen our mothers cry over the hurt of discovering yet another affair and have witnessed them covering up the bruises in makeup. We’ve watched our sisters going down the same path, like history repeating itself. We have borne the wounds ourselves and are left with scars as reminders.

It’s hard to argue with experience when all a person has known is one side of the story. Hurt speaks way louder than platitudes like, ‘There are good black men out there. God has one for you.’ That’s not helpful. What is helpful is looking deeper and exploring why some black women feel like white men are the only viable life partners.

 

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Kita – Chapter 31 – The Realization and Clarity of My Advice

“He ignored me for two weeks without a reason.
Then he came back.”

I recently told Kita to write down her feelings in regard to her ex boyfriend, JR. She’s still reeling from the pain of the breakup and I know that writing this blog has helped me work out all of my thoughts and feelings. You can think about these things. You can talk to other people about what happened. But when you write it down it sort of gets it out of you and lays all of your thoughts onto the paper in front of you. You can see the whole event in a single snapshot.

Kita took my advice and did just that. I’m really proud of her. Below is what she wrote.

Pretty clear picture, right? This guy obviously sucks and is an immature moron.

But here’s the thing. What if she’s the problem and not JR? I’ve known Kita a few months now, and I’ve learned quite a bit about her. Let’s review.

  1. Has no idea how to navigate love and loss
  2.  Has been taking anti-depression medication since she was 16 years old
  3. Texts way too much
  4. Overthinks things constantly
  5. Clingy
  6. She’s 5’0″ and thinks her ideal weight should be 96 lbs. (She recently went to the doctor to renew her prescription and he weighed her and she is 106 lbs. and she’s freaking out about it.
  7. Always saying how she’s so pale. (She is one of the darkest tanned people that come to this salon!)
  8. Works out every day. (Too much)
  9. Doesn’t eat enough and eats the wrong things.
  10. Self Absorbed. (If it’s not about her, it’s not discussed)

I can see how between all of that and can’t even go out and have a drink. So to me overall she’s pretty boring.

But I adore her anyway.

I know.  She’s beautiful. I’m fickle, and I’m falling for her.

Hard.

 

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Kita – Chapter 25 – Round and Round – Part 1

I was chilling at Cavanaugh’s Rittenhouse having my Monday lunch special. I get a text from Kita.

“My Mom said she looked at JR’s Facebook and it looks like he has a new girlfriend. So now I’m in a terrible mood. I wish she never told me.”

“Can you please ask your mother to refrain from looking at your ex’s social media and NOT tell you stuff like that again? You’re trying to heal!”

“I’m so sad.”

“I’m sorry dear. Pain is part of growing up. We appreciate our happiness more when we know sadness. It’s part of life. I know that doesn’t make you feel better but try to stay busy and surround yourself with good people.”

“I know and I know he didn’t treat me the way I deserve. But it makes me sad. I could’ve probably had another chance with him if I didn’t involve myself with Steve. And now Steve is gone too. I’m just really upset. Why is it taking so long to heal? I want this process to be over by now.”

You can’t rush the healing process. You have the capability to love deeply, Kita. That’s a good quality. I have it too. But since we love deeply it takes time for us to heal when love is ripped from out hearts. I’ve been through this a couple of times. Love and pain don’t work like a light switch no matter how much we want them to.”

I’m in so much pain right now. I miss him and now he has someone else and is okay. I don’t know what to do. I don’t even want to be alive right now. I’m so sad.”

“Oh God please no, Kita! Don’t say that! There are many people who love and care about you. Call a friend or family member. Write down your feelings. Please believe me, IT GETS BETTER. You’ll meet someone else and be fine. Maybe you just need to be single for a while and focus on yourself and heal.”

“I don’t know what I need but I need something because I can’t stand feeling this way.”

(I know what she needs….)

“You’re experiencing this kind of pain for the first time in your life, Kita. It’s always the worst the first time. I’ve been there. You almost can’t imagine that you can actually feel that much blackness.”

“I’ve felt this way for a long time. It somehow felt better this time around until I hear things about him and his life. And the fact that he’s doing alright and with new girls makes me feel sick. He gets to treat them nicely and loved and I’m just really sad. I miss him and being with him. It almost feels impossible at this point that I’ll ever move on. The entire year has been me trying to move on from him.”

“Maybe it was just photos of him with girls he knows hoping to make you jealous. Maybe he doesn’t have a girlfriend. It could all be an act or he’s simply rebounding. Focus on you, Kita. I’ll do whatever I can to help you get through this mess.”

“I don’t want to check to see because it will probably make me upset. I don’t really know. I don’t think it would be a new girlfriend because just last month he was in my phone. But I don’t know anymore with him. I know I shouldn’t be upset because it could be anything. I’m still bothered by it.”

“Of course you are. That’s a normal reaction. Try not to panic. I’ve been through this. It sucks. I don’t think he has a new girlfriend that fast. Don’t look at any of it. It will only cause you pain.”

“I don’t know. It’s probably better not to know any of it anyway. It just leaves my head spinning. Ugh, this really sucks. Really sucks. Nothing is really going good in my life right now. I thought I was okay because Steve helped alot. But he’s history too now.

“He’s an idiot because he squandered a great, smart girl like you Kita. We all want that which retreats from us. You have great value and there are plenty of men who would love the opportunity to date you.”

“Thanks for helping me. I just don’t understand why I keep getting hurt.”

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Cherie – Chapter 52 – Happy Birthday

Life has it’s ups and downs. I know Cherie has been struggling with paying for school. But for the most part, I think everything will work out. I know she felt bad about asking me for money but I think that’s behind us now.

I mean, how bad is my life? I like to work. I like being busy and get bored when I’m idle. I enjoy my alone time. But I have an active social life.

All of my past relationships follow a similar path. A traditional path and they all failed in the same way. There was a pattern I was following and it always led to the same failure. So this time I’m doing something different and it’s working perfectly for my mind and lifestyle.

Cherie meets all of the criteria to be in a successful relationship with me. I think I’ve finally found the Rosetta Stone to a happy life with a woman for me.

  1. She’s on the right side of 30. We all know by now I love youth and beauty. I don’t care what anybody thinks about that. If you had the chance to drive an old Subaru or a new Maserati, which would be the obvious choice?
  2. She lives 40 miles away. There’ll be no swinging by, or stopping in. I live in the city and have no reason to own an automobile anymore. So I can’t really get out there to see her. I mean, I could, but where do I stay? She lives with her parents and she has a 6 year old son. Her sister lives there too, and I know there’s a couple of other little ones living there. She can’t bring me into that mix. At least not yet, and I’m fine with that.
  3. I only see her once or twice a month. That’s plenty for me. She’s so busy with work and school and son, there’s very little time to get down here to see me. I don’t need tons of girlfriend time. It’s too emotionally draining for me. Absence really does make the heart grow fonder. I really appreciate our limited time together. I’m not one of these men that needs a woman in his life all of the time. It’s just annoying.
  4. She’s a certified nymphomaniac. What guy doesn’t want this? A hot, young, fit babe that is deadly in the sack. She’s so orgasmic that you always feel like a virile beast when you’re making love to her. I’m not getting any younger and am a former hypersexual myself, so at my age I’m truly blessed to have a young lady who is always horny for me.
  5. She doesn’t want any more children. Okay, this is huge. This has been the deal breaker in my last THREE relationships. Cherie has been a parent for six years. You grow up fast when you have a baby or a small child counting on you for everything and not much assistance. I don’t want any more children, and this could end up being the ideal arrangement for me at last. All of these chicks I’ve been with have been in the same age range and they are still trying to figure out who they are. It’s sad that there’s this ridiculous extended adolescence in this country. But it’s almost always the same model. They go out and party, go out to dinner, go on trips and buy a bunch of designer shit in their twenties all while burning through a string of dudes. Then they finally attach themselves to some sap and marry him. His income helps neutralize and pay down her revolving debt. They get a house, a dog and then kids start happening. In 10 years they’ve either become roommates or divorced and he pays thousands of dollars in child support to her. Hopefully he doesn’t repeat the mistake again. Or… they live happily ever after!

Cherie is the perfect blend of the ingredients that make the perfect romantic cocktail to compliment my lifestyle. I just hope we can maintain this level. After college she’ll have to go to medical school, so for now… there’s no end in sight!

Anyway, I was sitting in Cavanaugh’s last Monday and thankfully realized that Cherie’s birthday was on Friday.

It has been a year since we had her birthday lunch at Misconduct Tavern. Back then I gave her a $20 gift card to Starbucks and some Godiva chocolates. I had only been dating her a month and didn’t want to set the bar too high. I remember her saying all she wanted for her birthday was to have sex with me. A week later we were holed up at the Club Quarters for 24 hours just banging away for the very first time. Man, that was an incredible day. We fucked like rabbits!

So I went to ProFlowers and ordered a dozen long stem roses in a pretty vase and a little box of chocolates for my love. They were delivered to her home and I’m positive she wasn’t expecting them.  So she squealed with delight.

Now I’m the one who owes her some birthday sex!

She’s 28 years old now! Let’s keep this relationship going, Cherie!

 

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