Cherie – Chapter 35 – Jungle Fever

“My heads under water but I’m breathing fine.”

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Jungle Fever: “When a non-black person is attracted sexually to black people. Originally it was used for when a white woman dates black men, but now it could refer to a white man who thinks black women are hot and wants to date them.”

A Stevie Wonder song about black man/white woman love.

“She’s gon’ black guy crazy
He’s gone white girl hazy
They got jungle fever”–Stevie Wonder.
It’s been nearly a month and I’m going crazy. I miss her. She’s so beautiful and sweet. She’s an absolute pleasure to be with. A calm, loving, grateful, sexual, amazing woman. I haven’t seen her in three weeks.
She is crushing it in her life. Finals at Temple destroying her life just like all of the other girls at that damn school. Raising her son, working at CHOP as a medical assistant and the pediatrician’s office and everything else she’s dealing with.
She told me today that she got a flat tire on her Saab. That’s horrible but she said as bad as her life is, she says it could be worse. I like that because that is how I live my life, with positivity. Cherie is my sweet match.
I love her optimism. Maybe she got that from me but it doesn’t matter,  I just want her to be okay.
I’ll see her tomorrow at 4pm after a long hiatus.
 Sometimes I think she’ll just give up. Far away. Distant factor. Right side of thirty. Beautiful black girl.  Me… white guy in his mid fifties.
I’m prepared for her to bail. I’m writing this now in my home office, listening to the band Morphine and thinking she should just bail on me. Distance. Time. Age difference. She’ll just decide  it’s too difficult and I’ll be dead in the water.
Again.
She’s young and beautiful like Michelle and Annabelle and she’ll just wise up and just go.
I think about that on a weekly basis. That’s a real thing when you’re a middle-aged bachelor.
It feels like love and mad sex but it all could end if at 27 she wants a husband and more kids. You’re done. I’m dead. I’m alone. I have to start again. Or not. I say that she was the last one and it was great, but I’m finished. I’m out. I’ve punched all of the holes in my romance card, an it’s over.
If this one fails. I think I’m done.
That’s a real thing for guys my age.
But I’m not like guys my age. They’re scared and insecure without game. I’ve worked hard to build game. But that could also be my undoing.
Men my age try to surround themselves with affluent things that mean nothing.
Cars, gadgets, shoes, suits, watches, lifestyle. It’s all bullshit. Just build the powerful you to move forward with nothing but your own powers and the women will notice. Most men can’t do this.
But you have to practice guys. Get to know women. They’re great. Talk to them. Listen. Love them. Let go of whatever you were taught and just get to know them.
I’m having brunch on this rainy Saturday with my dear friend Alice who blew me off for drinks and quizzo last Wednesday. I love Alice. But the weather sucks. I would love to take her to the craft show in Rittenhouse Square this weekend. But the weather could take a dump on our plans.
It’ll happen because she’ll feel bad that she blew me off so she’ll do it. But I don’t even care because I love her (as a friend) and I want her to do well in her business.
All I need to do is get Cherie at 4pm and make sweet love to her.
That’s it.
I have a giant umbrella for me and Alice for the craft show but all I want to do is get Cherie at the train station and take her home and tear her to pieces.
My time with Alice is important. I love hanging with her. But I need to get to Cherie.
That’s the magical time.
That’s the time that everyone in the world wants.
That’s the time that everyone envys.
That’s the time that everyone regrets.
That’s the time everyone wishes they had again with their current partner.
That’s the time that you only get once but wish you could have again and again.
I’m not wrong. You all want that. What if you could have that again and again just as good as the first time? That would be the perfect drug for us all right? Can you have her or him again and again and it always feels like the first time? That shit’s magic.
That’s my life. Cherie and I built that together. I’m lost in that.
We’re always wishing for the first date. The euphoria. The excitement. Then they’re gone.
But this time she stays.
But also stays away. Just far enough to love her. And it works. Its magic together, but I’m alone. I like that. She’s busy and can’t be with me. I’m okay with that. I like it. She’s a nymphomaniac and I  love that.
It’s not all of the time. I need my alone time. She’s busy with school and life. So am I…  busy building a business. I have finally found a balance that works for me.
intense.
I love you, Cherie.
See you soon.
Magic again.
Watch this video please. Cut and paste if you can.
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=450p7goxZqg

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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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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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Cherie – Chapter 34 – It’s All About The Journey – Part 2

“Cherie has come along and pulled me from a cold black river named Annabelle.”

I’ve never given up. I never will. I’ve been driven by my heart and passion my entire life, but those powers forever remain if your heart is open. I’ve always believed this. “Be true to thyself” my dad always said. I know he read that somewhere, but it’s a solid piece of advice.

I now know real love is achievable at this point in my life. It’s not the prettiest girl you can close, or the youngest girl, or anything like that. You can find it in a stranger and connect with her in a way that’s beyond the traditional structures you’ve been taught. Love is all around you.

Just keep going.

Learn from your mistakes. Be a better and more patient man. Mind your manners and always be giving and romantic. That never gets old.

She’s out there for you and I hope everyone reading this finds their him or her.

I’d love to hold onto this lady forever.

My Mother once said, ‘you never know, life is a dice roll’. She was probably talking about her marriage with my dad but that is a blog post for later.

But for now I will bask in the sunlight of this lovely relationship. She really seems perfect for me, but you never know. This is a dating blog. I started this journey dating women and striking out. Babe Ruth struck out all the time. But we know that story. Michael Jordan practiced non stop and did free throws and struggled for years.

But he kept at it.

Don’t give up. Keep your heart open. Too many people close their eyes and heart and become bitter.  Stay positive. Keep loving the little things in life your health and your family and all of the good things in your life.

An open heart is a new day. Every day is a new opportunity to meet someone. Don’t obsess about it.

If you meet someone be cautious but real.

“We always want that which retreats from us.” – The Tao of Steve

You can do it.

I could go down in flames in the next year and this could be over. I’ll have lost again for the fourth time in a row!

But you have to evolve and put yourself out there because you never know. Swipe right, be cautious and have fun. Don’t push to hard. You’ll know when you meet a good one.

The universe will unfold as it should for us all.

Don’t be bitter on your past relationships and don’t carry that crap around with you. Clear your mind. If you don’t it’s just you drinking the poison hoping the other person dies.

And that is a waste of time.

The cage you’re in right now is of your own making. Drop the bars and walk the fuck out and go meet somebody. It can be done. I’m living proof of that.

There are so many people out there that would LOVE to meet you. You’re not great, you’re just human. We are a social species, so go out there and make it happen.

Cherie has come along and pulled me from the cold black river named Annabelle.

(See: Annabelle – Guy walks into a bar – 2013 to 2014)

Falling in real love is like being in a raging sea and washing up on a warm sunny beach with a drink in your hand and a lovely girl next to you. She always assures you she loves you more than you love her. No one ever reveals that. Most don’t know where they stand in a relationship, but she does. She’s happy in her role. you can’t believe your fortune or the reveal. You have the power to squander or embrace.

You go in for the sweet hug.

I’d love to go on more about this but I have to go bang my girlfriend back to the Stone Age.

I’m so glad I installed air bags in the headboard of my bed.

 

Love you all for still following and not turning the hose on us.

 

 

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Cherie – Chapter 33 – It’s All About The Journey – Part 1

“Despite the appearance of Ambria, I’m able to compartmentalize my relationships.”

The blog really is action packed this week! So strap in. It’s going to get crazy good! Thanks for reading!!!

It’s been over 3 weeks since I’ve seen Cherie. When I last saw her she rolled into town on the train around 11:30 in the morning. Normally she can get into the city at dusk on a Saturday, but that day her parents took her son and some of the cousins to something for the afternoon, so she was able to slip away for the afternoon to see me.

She’s been super busy with finals at Temple and her job at CHOP. (Children’s Hospital) It’s been a hectic time for her. She gets her Bachelor’s of Science in neuroscience and her Bachelor of Arts in Psychology soon.

Unlike all the Temple girls that come into the salon to tan, when they finish finals this week, they’ll all be off for the summer, or get a summer job. Cherie will be taking courses all summer because she wants to graduate early and get it over with.

So I asked her if after next year when she’s finished school if she’ll have more free time. Cherie said after she graduates next year, she’ll have to start medical school for like 4 years and then more medical school with a residency at the hospital.

I think this is how my life is going to be for a while. But here’s the thing… If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you’ll know my last few relationships didn’t work out. But I love having a girlfriend that adores me that isn’t around all the time.  She’s not needy, she’s not clingy, she’s also just not present most of the time.

And I love that! I mean… a little more time with her would be nice, but this is like the perfect relationship for me. A young, hot girl who knows what she wants and is going after it. She’s working hard all the while raising her son, and doesn’t want anymore kids!

It’s like the perfect girlfriend has been created for me. I like my alone time. I like my social life with all of my friends. I don’t give a shit about being showy on social media. I don’t even care about Facebook or Instagram anymore. I only post stuff on the phicklephilly Instagram and it automatically throws it to the Facebook page for phicklephilly. (Also, Twitter, Tumbler and Linkedin) Cherie doesn’t do Instagram, but has a facebook page she never goes on. I no longer care what the world is eating and drinking or doing with their kids on social media anymore. There aren’t even any photos of Cherie and me together. Because when we’re together it’s all about us. We’re sharing a meal together, or going to the movies or doing whatever, we don’t have the need to document it, and share it with the world. We’re awesome together and that belongs to us, and only us. If we shared us it would probably be too much for the world to handle.

Do I miss her? Sure I do, I miss her a lot. She’s beautiful and funny and sexy as hell. I miss worshipping at the “Temple of Cherie” with my mighty Scepter of Virility. (Lol!) She’s a great, chill girl who is so agreeable and easy-going.

I’m sure she misses me too. We normally don’t let a day go by without at least one text being exchanged. I normally don’t like a girl who needs to contact me everyday. It’s annoying. But with Cherie I’m always happy to hear from baby. If she’s missing me I just hope she isn’t hurting about it. I’m pretty sure she accepts that this is her life and this is just how it is now.

 

I like having my free time alone and look forward to our time together. When she arrived on Saturday I was at Suburban Station waiting for her like always. I’m always so happy to see her. She always takes my lead, and I’m not a big PDA (public display of affection) person, but lately when I see her I’m so glad she is before me, I hug and kiss her. (Not make out, but a hug and a peck on the cheek)

We’ve basically got from noon until 5:10, then I need to have her back on a train back to her life in Pottstown, PA.

She always tells me that when she’s with me it’s like a mini vacation from her hectic, hard-working life. We had once spoke that how nice it would be to just spend an afternoon in bed together. Just a block of time to relax and do nothing.

And everything.

When your time is this limited with a loved one, you will seize the absolute core of what satisfies you both equally.

I’m happy just sit across from baby at a diner and eat breakfast or hang at our favorite pizza or wings place. (Again, she doesn’t want anything from me, ever)

But if we are so driven together by our love that if our time is so limited to only hours, we will celebrate in an explosion of sexual desire.

As I write this she’s studying for finals that will end Monday, but she’ll go to summer school to propel herself forward in this life. I spoke with a heart doctor I know who comes to the salon and she said it is a long road ahead for Cherie.

But this afternoon is ours. A brief repose from our hectic lives. We come together. We disappear for a few hours. Wishes fulfilled. School gone. No children, studies, or following doctors around, no bills or responsibilities. No salon, people, friends, clients, alcohol or cigarettes. No trying to figure out which lawyer is best to set up the partnership agreement for my new business.

Nothing.

Just two people who have come together and love each other for different reasons, but are in firm agreeance that we accept the terms of that lifestyle because it runs like a swiss watch.

Four hours with my beloved. We grind each other to powder in a searing session that feels Olympian to this old lion. But he loves her dearly. She loves him more. All is given. Physical vessels are taken to the furthest they can withstand with great joy and rapture.

Tune in tomorrow for the conclusion!

 

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