Cherie – Chapter 38 – In Bloom

Cherie texts me that she has missed her 6pm train and that’s she’s driving down. That actually buys me some time to take care of some of the things I couldn’t today because of other people’s fuck ups. I spray my bedroom with air freshener, Strip the bed and put fresh sheets on it, and remove all the trash and recyclables from my room. I set the music on Pandora to chill, and make sure there are enough chocolates and candles for tonight’s event.

I start walking towards suburban station to meet her at the train. When I get there at 7pm I text her and ask her when is she getting off the train. She texts me back to remind me that she told me that she’s driving in tonight.

Ahhh…. Well now I won’t see her for an hour because she’s out searching for parking now. And that will take her forever knowing Cherie. So I head south on 17th street and stop in the Rite Aid on Chestnut St. I pick up some laundry detergent pellets that my daughter Lorelei wanted and some razors that I desperately needed.

I decide to just head back to my apartment and chill out and wait for the word from Cherie that the eagle has landed.

I get a text from her telling me she got a spot down at 22nd and Bainbridge. I tell her to head North on 22nd street up to Pine and make a right. (Baby has such a poor sense of direction that telling Cherie to go north, is like telling her to go orange) She just doesn’t get it. But I send her a snapshot of the map and she pulls it together. I head out of the apartment and go west on Pine hoping to meet her halfway. I do and when I see her I’m very happy.

It’s been three weeks and Cherie seems a bit quiet. I ask her if she’s okay and she says she is. Just the usual life stresses she always has. I wish her a happy 8 month anniversary, and tell her how pleased I am with how things are going. We get to the house. The day has been a long, hot grind already. I tell her I’m going to take a quick shower to clean up and cool off. I turn on the air conditioner and the music for her. She flops back on the bed to rest.

I’m so happy to be taking this shower. It’ll give me a chance to freshen up before I hop in bed with Cherie. I was in such a rush to get to the salon this morning I didn’t have a chance to shave or do any manscaping. It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen her and I need to keep the instrument in top shape.

I come out in my robe and get on the bed with her. I notice that she’s being a bit coy with me. leading up to today she’s always saying how horny she is and how she can’t wait to tear me apart. But at the moment she’s playing like she’s not that interested. I decide to take matters into my own hands.

I start kissing and caressing her. She starts to come around. I go to work on her to get her warmed up and it works beautifully. She starts like a brand new car.

After our joyous activity that goes on until 11:30pm she laughs and apologizes for being a bit aloof earlier. She was just being a baby because she hadn’t seen me in a while and was frustrated.

Well I pounded that frustration right out of her and Cherie loved every inch of it.

Have I gone too far with my words? This is a dating blog, not a sex blog. But how I wish I could describe in graphic detail how amazing sex is with Cherie. It,s an absolute delight.

We fall asleep around midnight, and all is right with the world.

Cherie gets up around 3am to go to the bathroom. When she returns she reaches over and gently coaxes me awake and then to arousal. We go for another round of mind bending sex. We finally settle down around 4am and go back to sleep. I know she said she had to be on the road by 8:30am so I set the alarm for 6:30.

 

The next morning she said she doesn’t HAVE to be on the road by 8:30, so I let her sleep in and I take a shower. It’s been a delightful night. I wish we had more time so we could go out and do things together more, but if this is the way it is right now, so be it. It’s cheap and super fun.

Gents… wouldn’t you like to know that once or twice a month some hot girl is going to stop by your house and bang the hell out of you and then get off the property?

Damn straight you would.

When we’re up and ready I decide to take her to Honey’s Sit n’ Eat at 21st and South. It’s a great breakfast spot. The food is fresh and delicious, the staff is nice, but it’s a little pricey. The place couldn’t be more perfect. It’s literally two blocks from where her car’s parked and we get a table immediately.

I will say this though. When we entered, I walked up to the counter. The hostess wasn’t there yet. I’m there and Cherie is just a step behind me. There is no one else standing there. Just us two. The hostess arrives and says hello. I say:

“Table for two.”

“Has your other party arrived yet?”

I turn around to Cherie and say: “Yea. She’s right here.”

“Come with me.”

What the fuck? Is it because there is no way a middle-aged, white gentleman coming into this breakfast nook couldn’t possibly be with this visibly younger, attractive black girl?

What the fuck? I talked to Cherie about this later, and told her how appalled I was by the stupid hostess’ ignorance. She said, if she didn’t have to be on the road back home in and hour she would have simply said: “Let’s go.”

What the hostess did, felt a little racist. I know everybody’s sensitive nowadays, but I’m very aware of that shit now that I’m with a black chick. They have it rough in this world. Shit’s not fair. And there is no white person in this country that can say they know what’s it’s like to be born black in America.

But to end this on a positive note, the breakfast was amazing. Baby’s belly was full. I was satisfied and ready to go work at the salon, and I got her to her car safely and off she went.

I’ll see her when I see her. (As my father used to say)

 

 

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Shayada – Doughnut Girl

I met lovely, petite Shayada on OkCupid.  She’s all of 5’1″ tall. Just lovely little thing. She’s from Thailand and describes the way she writes and speaks, as “Tinglish”. (Thai & English)

We obviously were a mutual match, so we get to chat. She went first, and opened with this:

“How about if I look like my pictures? Do you like donuts? The most delicious donuts are in the terminal market. Would you like to try?”

That’s as adorable as she is. I have to go eat a donut with this cute girl. No one’s ever said that to me before. We exchange numbers and switch over to texting to set it up.

A week and a half later we schedule our “donut date” at the Reading Terminal Market for Saturday at 4pm.

I get there on time, (Of course) and she texts me that she’s already there and in line at the donut place. Reading Terminal is huge. Check it out:

http://www.readingterminalmarket.org/

I search around the place that’s full of people from all over all milling about and eating and drinking. The place is literally an orgy of food.

I find where she is and the place is called Beiler’s Doughnuts. She’s in line, wearing a light blue dress and a cute hat. We greet each other, but instead of going in for the hug I shake her hand. I think it’s because she’s Asian and so tiny. It just felt better to me. She buys a box of donuts. Probably a half-dozen and what I’m assuming, one for me.

She has a groupon and apparently that bangs the price down so that she only has to pay $ 0.50. I’m a cheap date. What can I say? I order us a couple of smoothies to go with our donuts. We chat and I bite into my little donut. It’s moist and delicious. Apparently people love these donuts. I’m not a fan of donuts in general, but this is a good little pastry.

I’m doing my bits and she’s laughing so much. I love making women laugh. I like making anyone laugh. She asks me if too much laughter can cause pain. That’s how much I’m making her giggle.

We chat and I learn more about her.

She’s from Thailand. Was married for several years and has a daughter who’s 20 years old. She and her husband separated around 19 years ago and never got divorced. He’s working with the Thailand government and is all about the cause or resistence in Thailand for the people. Didn’t want to be a husband or father, so they split up.

She moved to the US with her daughter under asylum. She’s gotten her green card and apparently has been here for a long time and is good to go in terms of citizenship.

She runs her own business, some sort of self-help, good for the mind and body type thing. She’s written five books on the subject and frankly, I’m impressed. She’s a little hard to understand because it’s noisy in the market and her English is a little rough.

I ask her how it’s been for her romantically since she got here. She says she had two boyfriends and neither of them worked out.

“But legally, you’re still married.”

“Yes.”

“So, what are you looking for now?”

“I’m looking for friends. I need friends.”

“You went on OkCupid, clearly a dating site to look for friends?”

“Yes. It’s in my profile. If you read it you would know that.”

I grab my phone and look up her profile. I read through it. (I thought I did this already.) Sure enough, there it is, “looking for friends.”

“I already have boyfriend now. Two years.”

“Wait…what?”

“Yes. We together for two years.”

“And he’s cool with you going on a dating site to look for new “friends?”

“Yes. He works in agriculture. He just wants to stay home all of the time. Do things around the house. Never wants to go out and do anything. So I’m looking for friends to go out and have fun with. I’m also looking for my soul mate.”

This doesn’t make much sense. What the fuck even is a “soul mate?”

“So let me get this straight. You’re still legally married to your husband of 20 years. You’ve had 2 boyfriends that didn’t work out, and now you have current guy, that is cool with you meeting men on a dating site and meeting them for donuts?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me… why so many donuts for such a tiny lady?”

“They’re for my daughter and her friend, who I am meeting after this,”

“Okay… okay.”

“I am looking for friends to hang out with and do things around the city instead of sit home doing nothing. Also I am looking for my soul mate.”

“Yea, you said that. Shouldn’t the guy you’ve been with be your soul mate?”

“No. No, he’s not my soul mate.”

So have you met anybody that you’ve made friends with recently?

“Yes, but they always try to push it to romance.”

“Well can you blame them? You’re an attractive woman on a dating site. You’re swiping right and these guys don’t read profiles. They just go: Hot looking chick. Swipe right. Next!”

“Yes. Probably so.”

So I’m thinking about this, and I kind of like this girl. I’ve got two, should I go for three girlfriends? No. I wouldn’t mind having Shay as a friend. She’s smart, she’s a published author, and she’s cute as hell. So I’m going to keep making her laugh, and just be a friend. She tells me she doesn’t really drink so it looks like it’s going to be touring around the city this summer or going to shows and movies. It will most certainly have to be halfsies because we’re “friends.”

I can see what’s going on here. She doesn’t want to cheat on two years in guy, but she’s clearly bored with him, and wants to meet new “friends” who could possibly become her “soul mate.” Well in my book, if somebody is your soulmate, you better be sleeping with them.

She calls for an UBER and I walk outside and wait for it with her. She’s so petite and cute. I really would like to hang out with Shay again. The ride arrives and she hugs me goodbye.

After our little meeting, I thank her with a text. She texts back.

She proceeds to text me everyday since our donut date. She even sent me a pic of she and her daughter. (Who is also a sweet baby) She did tell me last week that she was going on a Mindfulness Silent Retreat for 5 days.  I don’t know what that is, but it has been quiet lately.

Hopefully I’ll hear from her this week. I’m going to play along with whatever role she wants to put me in. I’m going to play in the friend zone and see if she falls for me. That would be awesome. If not, I’ll just drop her in the bucket with Alice, Carly, Prova and the rest of my female friends. But if she falls off I don’t care. I’ve got my hands full with Cherie and Ambria. Hell… I wouldn’t even care if Ambria disappeared at this point. I’m having such a good time. Cherie is the keeper. I don’t want to fuck that up.

 

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Ambria – Chapter 17 – Atlantic City – Part 5

“I’m in a place in my life where there’s only some key things I need in my life. “

After last night’s mad sex and boozing, Ambria passed out. It was obvious she drank too much, but we’re adults and in a safe location so who cares. The sex was intense. But unlike me, Ambria isn’t as sexually powerful as myself. She fell asleep. I was still wide awake from all of the fun activity.

I was sipping my drink, and realized I hadn’t eaten in over eight hours. So I grabbed the keys and quietly left the room. I hopped in the elevator and went downstairs.

The Ritz Carlton is right on the boardwalk. It’s Fourth of July weekend. The town is in full swing. This is sin city!

I don’t want to gamble, but I really want to do something I shouldn’t after all that booze at 11pm at night. I don’t live like this. But I did what I knew I shouldn’t do. I walked into Tony Luke’s and ordered a big old cheese steak and fries.

I’m sure you all assumed I did something much worse, but I never eat like that anymore. I love a good breakfast, I dig a modest late lunch, and then a very light supper at dusk.

I know what could happen, but I’ve been drinking, I’m hungry after getting my freak on for the last few hours, and I want a fucking cheese steak!

I go back up to the room and obviously, my girl is deeply asleep. The cheese steak and fries is sooo good. It’s just what I need. Oh, that and the large Diet Coke to wash it all down.

After I stuff my head I’m so satisfied. It’s been an electric day and night. I crawl into bed and pass out within a few minutes.

Here’s why I shouldn’t have done that.

  1. My body knows its own schedule in regard to diet. It’s pretty consistent.
  2. I’ve been drinking oceans of booze with Ambria tonight. We didn’t quit drinking early. We boozed for hours. Despite the alcohol the sex wasn’t affected at all. (That I know of. Everything was fully functional and it was hot.)
  3. I just ate a pile of greasy proteins and carbohydrates.
  4. And now I’m passing out.
  5. When you’re boozed up you pass out, but don’t really get a solid nights sleep. Part of that time you’re unconscious, your body is busy still processing the alcohol in your system.
  6. Now you’ve added a whole food digestion event into this nocturnal slumber. You’re probably going to feel much worse tomorrow morning.

 

The next morning I felt like shit. It’s rare I ever feel hungover anymore because I always drink a lot of water when I’m out drinking. But that drinking is usually a happy hour that consiste of two cocktails in two hours and then home. Or, a few glasses of wine and then home.

It’s not oceans of hard liquor and then greasy food tossed in on top of it all. That just turns into rocket fuel.

The best thing to do is moderation, hydration and then solid sleep. The next morning a good breakfast with fruit and protiens and vegtables will bring you forward through your day.

Ambria is already up and getting dressed. She seems fine. I feel like I’ve been thrown into a dumpster. I know I’ll feel better later but probably not until well after 3pm.

I jump into the shower and that helps. When I’m finished, I pack up and we head out of the room. Ambria says something about some breakfast place she likes to hit when she’s in town and asks if I want to do that.

Normally I’d be down for a new breakfast spot but right now I just feel too sick. The Irish flu is upon me.

I tell her I’d just like to get on the road and hit up a Wawa and get some crackers, a banana, some water and ginger ale.

Ambria seems annoyed, but I’m really not feeling well and I’m kinda done with being here today. Had I felt better, I would have done whatever she wanted, but i just wasn’t feeling it anymore. I just wanted to feel better.

I’m set in my ways at my age, and even though I am very flexible and affable, I’ve been with the same girl for the last 48 hours and I’m done. I want to be back in Philly. It’s the fourth of July today, and I don’t have to be in work until tomorrow, so I just need my solitude and recovery.

I’ll be fine by late afternoon.

Ambria and I have been dating for a few months. We just had cataclysmic sex. It was her idea. I did what I was supposed to do. I performed accordingly. The vodka/urethra incident was painful, but I get a story out of it. I am in a place in my life where there’s only some key things I need in my life.

The good thing was, it was a nice day. A clear day helps clear ones head. We stop at Wawa and I get the things to help cure my self inflicted illness. Ambria picks up a couple of items and we’re back on the road.

As time passes the conversations are fine, and there’s no traffic which is great.

We get back to Philly in about 2 hours and I’m happy to home and off for the rest of the day.

Ambria pulls up about a block from my house, I kiss her and tell her what a wonderful time I’ve had and thank her for making my 4th of July extraordinary.  I grab my bag and get out of the Jeep. I wave bye and tell her we’ll text and probably meet up again next Monday. (Our usual date day because we’re both off)

Ambria drives off and I walk up to my house. Once in I unpack and sit down at my desk and open my laptop. I do some writing, and just feel relieved it’s over.

The whole weekend has been a challenge. (You may be thinking… a chalenge? You just got taken to the shore and ate, drank and fucked away at the Ritz Carlton!)

But I run my life a certain way now. I like to work. I have a set schedule, and if I hang out with someone I know exactly how that’s going to be. Where, when, and for how long. There was a lot of unknows here, travel, strage place, pressuer to perform, and retched excess.

I don’t do that anymore, but I’m glad it’s behind me and Ambria and I can move on from here. I kind of want to get back to the dating part of our relationship.

We’ll see what happens now.

Either way, I have Cherie so I’m in a position  of power here.

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 16 – Atlantic City – Part 4

Sorry…. NSFW

Go here people…

https://lapetitemort17.wordpress.com/?p=562

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 15 – Atlantic City – Part 3

I did. I hope she enjoyed it. It sounded like she did but I don’t hear so well when my ears are locked between a pair of caramel thighs.

Sunday night was amazing. We got down here and her place is great. I did to her what I told her I was going to do. I like to give. She knows what that is and she says she likes to give as well. But we were there in her lovely efficiency at the Ritz Carlton in Atlantic City after our long days of work and the journey here. I want to please her. The cocktails are flowing and the dating is done. She has seen to that. It’s time for the you and me. We’re both tired but our desire is there and I really want to give her a reward before we retire at her lovely place.

I did. I hope she enjoyed it. It sounded like she did but I don’t hear so well when my ears are locked between a pair of caramel thighs.

I do my best and we fall into a satisfied sleep.

I awake the next morning and we’re both tired but want to head out onto the boardwalk in Atlantic City to people watch but get some food and drink.

I drank vodka from 5 to 8 last night before she picked me up. It took the edge off what was happening. The cheating, the new girl, the new place, AC, and the holiday. All nightmares to phicklephilly.

But I will soldier forth and have sex with two different women and love them both equally and make it work. I’m insane. Stop reading this blog now.

 

Lovely Ambria is so affable. So chill. This is a dating blog but it’s been two years and we made love three times that morning before we left the house.

Ambria has told me on our other dates that her fallopian tubes don’t line up so she can never have kids. That’s heartbreaking for everyone except me. I’ve paid $125k in child support to and absolute monster so if the planes are clear to fly with no babies, I’m ready to roll. I will send whatever boys I have left into the valley of joy as many times I can as long they are safe every time.

Ambria can’t get pregnant so I can have the best super sex with her that every man on Earth wants everyday. It’s 4th of July weekend, I’m at a sweet condo with a gorgeous lady that has pretty much brought me here to close, so yes. Let it roll. And roll we do.

We get down to some serious intimate love and we create some new positions.

You all know, when you have amazing sex in the morning your day can never suck after that.  It’s impossible.

Think of it. Oh my God, I got fired today… I did have mad sex this morning with Jennifer Lopez. Ah… I’ll find another job.

Everybody on all of the dating sites on Earth just wants to make mad love to someone who loves them.

That’s it.

I know there’s a whole bunch of responsibility in a relationship. I’m a parent I get it. Shut the fuck up. You all want that electric sex to light up again.

That shit is gone in your life. It ‘s okay. The brightest stars burn out early. Supernovas are so bright and then are gone. Jimi, Janis, Jim, Kurt.

I once talked to a friend of mine why everybody was so fixated on food all of the time, and he said it’s because we can’t have sex all of the time.

That dude may have been right, but he makes a good point. You’re trying to fill that hole in your life with everything else that isn’t real love and sex.

That’s what everybody wants. Don’t lie to yourself.

If you could have that sweet man or woman in your life that you could just be easy with and be yourself with you would love that.  They accept you. You can just hang out and it’s easy. No trouble. A balance.

Beyond the mortgage, the car payments, the utilities and an all of the kid, shit you really dug each other… that would be a solid relationship.

That’s what everybody wants.

Simple.

So here we are. We wake up in the same bed. The space is lovely. It’s here. But I could live in a space like this forever. I see this efficiency as a model for the rest of my life and I’m dead serious. If Lorelei moves out, I’m going to get a place that looks exactly like this.

Thank you Ambria, for clarifying my future housing to me.

Maybe Ambria and I are meant to travel together.

We both decide that we need to clean up and go walk the boardwalk and get some food and drinks.

She allows me to shower first and we are good sex/travel partners. I love to go first.  (The water is hot, and I’m in and out)

What’s great about this room is that is very old hotel room. The shower head has that dial on it that goes from shower stream, to pulsating jets, to sharp skin drilling streams.

I love this feature but feel the pain as the jets hit me in places that laser jets of water shouldn’t hit my genitals like a hose at an early sixties racial uprising.

We’re both happy we have finally consummated our little dating relationship. I mean I hope we have, but I adore Ambria, and this shit is destiny.

Ambria is the architect of this holiday weekend and she’s gotten what she came for. It happened three times this morning and now here we are. We’ve had a lovely. romantic courtship and now we’ve gone to her shore house to have loads of hot sex.

Phicklphilly is a dating blog, but that’s what happened.

Two of my sisters read this blog and I’m sorry Janice and Gabrielle, but I need the followers so I’ll deal with this at Janice’s annual holiday party.

How about we never talk about it ever again and if I show up with an attractive woman at Christmas and just pretend you know nothing. Because you won’t know which one it is and you’ll blow my cover.

 

Lovely Ambria and I wander out onto the Atlantic City Boardwalk. It’s a warm sunny day. A people watching feast.

Time to go find some hot food and some cold beer.

 

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 14 – Atlantic City – Part 2

I know what’s going to happen over the next two days. I’m ready, and I hope it goes well and our chemistry continues in a brief domestic space. I am going to her place. I’ve never been there before. I don’t know what to suspect. But I can handle it. It’s a couple of days in Atlantic City with a beautiful young woman. How bad is my life?

I’m munching my sandwich in the Jeep and the trip is rolling along. It’s late, but I don’t care.

“I need a drink after this day.”

“Sounds like a plan, Ambria.”

We finally pull into the parking lot of the Ritz Carlton Residences in AC. This place is glorious. Such history. The summer heat has been upon us in the city for the last week, but as I roll down the window, I catch the vivid fragrance of the sweet sea air. The seashore has been part of my being since childhood, and even though I have just rolled into the dying sin city of the east coast, I smile and breathe deeply. I had forgotten as hot as the city gets it’s always cooler at the shore. That’s part of the reason people come to the seashore. The cool breeze is wonderful.

It’s glorious.

I’m alive.

We park and unload her Jeep. We’re like every other tourist at this moment. Tired, and hauling our gear up to our room. I’m happy to be here. She’s relieved we’re finally here after a long day for both of us. Ambria, says hello to the staff as we make our way to the elevator.

The Ritz-Carlton Hotel Company announced its intention to build a hotel in Atlantic City in 1911. The Ritz-Carlton was designed by New York architect Charles D. Wetmore and constructed by the Thompson-Starrett CompanyOpened on June 21, 1921, it was erected at a cost of $6,250,000 (almost $70 million in 2010 dollars), less than the original $8 million projected. Located at the end of Iowa Avenue, the building has 131 feet of Boardwalk frontageis 222 ft (68 m) tall, and has 18 stories.

At the building’s dedication, hotel president Richard Harris stated “We are out to do business with the average American citizen without regard to race, religion or politics”. But the Ritz-Carlton soon became a haunt for the well-off, the hotel exuding wealth and status. Many features were state-of-the-art or unique among hotels at the time. They included fresh and salt-water faucets for both hot and cold water in each room, an on-site artesian well for spring water, pantries on each landing to speed room service, and elevators with walls of rubber and floors of cork so that bathers’ could bypass the lobby.

The hotel’s restaurants were the Ritz, the Trellis Room, and the Ritz Grill, an outdoor dining terrace overlooking the ocean, and a merry-go-round shaped bar. The Maude Earl Room, a writing room adjoining the parlor, housed rare and antique art.

During the Depression in 1937 the owners defaulted on the mortgage and the Ritz Carlton was reorganized under bankruptcy. The hotel was one of many in the city to be used as military barracks for soldiers in training and recuperation during World War II. After the war it was sold to Schine Hotels in the 1940s and then to Sheraton Hotels in 1959, becoming The Sheraton Ritz-CarltonThe Ritz was converted to an apartment hotel in June 1969. In 1978, an investor group purchased the building intending to convert it to a hotel and casino. However, unfavorable publicity linking it to the Abscam investigation ended that plan. Senator Harrison A. Williams (D-N.J.) told an undercover FBI agent that he could help save the investors $30 million by allowing them to renovate the existing property, rather than building a new one. Williams’ wife was a paid consultant and shareholder in Hardwicke Companies, the majority investor in the project, and Williams expected to receive a $1 million finder’s fee for helping arrange financing for the project. Williams was later convicted on unrelated charges. In 1982, approximately $25 million was spent converting it to 322 residences and six commercial suites, of which some are full-time residences and others are vacation homes. At the same time, the newly re-established Ritz-Carlton Hotel Company paid the building’s owners to abandon use of the Ritz-Carlton name, to avoid confusion with their hotels. The building has operated since then as The Ritz Condominiums.

We get to the room and it’s perfect. A classic seashore efficiency. I think if Lorelei didn’t live with me in Rittenhouse, if I could find a place like this, I’d do it. I walk through the door, and the air conditioning is already on. To my left is a big row of closets. Plenty of storage. To my right is a sweet little kitchenette. Refrigerator, microwave mounted to the cabinetry, a stove, sink, cutlery drawers and lower cabinets for whatever else. There’s a cream-colored convertible sofa. The queen-sized bed is off to my right against the wall beyond the kitchenette.

There is an easy chair to my left which looks really comfy, and is parked in front of a 36″ flat screen TV. By the window is a little table with two chairs. I open the blinds and from her window I have a lovely northern view of the boardwalk and the Atlantic Ocean.

This place is absolutely perfect.

“What made you choose a place in AC?”

“Well we both know that Atlantic City is struggling right now so I got this place for a song and this is a town that enjoys adult fun and I don’t like kids.”

“Good call.”

I start mixing the cocktails. This place is great. I make myself a vodka club, and she says make her a screwdriver.

“Do you want a single or a double and do you want straight up or rocks?”

“Use my crazy flavored vodka and just put the OJ in for color”

Ok. Baby wants to get her drunk on.

That happens and we have a wonderful time. I think about how the first time I kissed Ambria. When We really kissed passionately outside the Ranstead Room.

That girlfriend kiss.

Ambria told me that night that she was a giver and a pleaser. She’s a nurse, I get it. I told her I wanted to give to her first and I did that after a few drinks that first night. I’m assuming her squeals of delight were a positive review.

 

 

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Ambria – Chapter 13 – Atlantic City – Part I

I got a text from Ambria on Friday asking if I would still be willing to be her “travel companion” to AC on Sunday evening.

I told her that I certainly was.

I worked at the salon on Sunday, (like always) and finished around 4:30. I had a bag packed and was ready to go. But then I remembered that Ambria wouldn’t get done until 7:30. She told me she asked if she could skip out a little early, but that was a no go.

So I stopped at the liquor store and picked up some party favors for the next two days. I put them into my bag and went home. I figured if she didn’t get done until 7:30 she wouldn’t get to down to Philly until 8:30.  So what was I supposed to do for the next 3 hours? Netflix and cocktails?

Done.

So I settled in front of my laptop and lit a cig. I burned a candle and opened the windows so as to not smoke out the place. I was a little nervous about going to the shore for two days with Ambria. I liked her well enough and thought she was a chill girl. But I was just having some initial mission jitters. I knew a little alcohol would knock the edge off of that problem. It would also pass the time so it wouldn’t feel like I was waiting as long as I thought I’d be.

I didn’t get a text from her until 9:30! It was going to be a long night. She pulls up in her Jeep a block away and I hop in with my bag. She apologizes for being so late, but I have a decent buzz on and I’m fine with it all.

She tells me she likes to take the Black Horse Pike to AC and I’m a fan. Like the rest of the world I take the Atlantic City Expressway and the Garden State Parkway only because they are fastest and shortest route to the shore points, but I like this better because we’re in no rush even at this late hour. It’s Sunday, so all of the tourists already took off to the shore on Thursday night or Friday, so there shouldn’t be any traffic. The traffic is always the worst part of going to the shore, hands down. If you leave when everybody else goes it’s a nightmare. If you come back when everybody comes back to Philly, second nightmare. Just endless tail lights for miles. Too many cars and not enough road.

But like I said, it’s late now and everybody’s already down there so we should be good. Ambria looks beautiful and I’m happy to see my baby. It’s a cool Jeep and she handles it well. It’s a stick and I dig a girl who can handle a 5 speed. She’s a good driver and I’m very calm and happy.

She says she likes taking the old routes to the shore because you can always stop along the way. Stretch your legs, hit a Wawa or a diner and most important, a liquor store for treats.

She tells me last night was a late night at the hospital and she barely had time to go to the store and pack, but she tells me she’s good. She has a bottle of Chardonnay, (Which she bought for me because she knows that’s what I drink when I’m with her) I like that. She also has a bottle of some sort of crazy mango/peach flavored vodka that’s like 70 proof and shit I never drink. But girls like that stuff.

I tell her I’ve packed a 1.75 bottle of Platinum 7X Vodka and a liter of club soda, so we have nothing to worry about in the booze department. Ambria is happy that I’ve brought party favors.

It’s been a very long time since I went to the shore this way on these “back roads” but I dig all the sites. All of the old roadside places, and a million places to stop if you want anything from fresh fruit at a stand to fast food, or a crazy diner. I dig Americana so I’m delighted by this route.

We stop at a Wawa on the way and both hit the restroom. I need to eat, so I get a sandwich, chips, a soda and some Tastycakes. (A Philly tradition!) She grabs a coffee and a bag of ice. I love this girl.

We’re back on the road and the time is passing just right. I’m happy to be with her and grateful to be on this journey with lovely Ambria.

I think about what’s happening here. I’ve been in a relationship with my girlfriend, Cherie for 8 months. I love her very much. I know our schedules are crazy busy and conflicted. She has so much on her plate right now, I’m sure she’s stressed out. I actually hope she’s doing something fun for the 4th of July with friends and family as the red Jeep rolls towards its destination. The destination that was inevitable. Did I start seeing Ambria to fill in the blanks when I can’t be with my love, Cherie?

No. I’m fine with my relationship with Cherie. I did this because I write a dating blog and I could. But Ambria isn’t just another suck date that I’m bored out of my mind going out with. I really like Ambria. I love them both equally in different ways.

I know when she asked me what I was doing for Independence Day she had a plan. I’ve known it for a while. We talked about sex and our mutual attraction on our second date at El Rey and the Ranstead Room. That was some hot magic. There was real chemistry there. But I told her I wanted to wait and get to know her, but she had already made up her mind. That’s what a woman does. They know. Once a woman makes up her mind that you’re a candidate, it’s not a matter of if, it’s just a matter of when.

Traffic is light. The highway before me is wide open. Like lovely Ambria’s caramel thighs in the coming days. (No pun intended)  I sort of don’t have a choice here. Once I agreed to being her “traveling companion” this holiday weekend, I committed to following through what she has been wanting for so long. Once I agreed to this two-day jaunt I knew we would consummate our relationship. It was an opportunity for her to make the sex happen.

She made jokes earlier in the week about me staying at her condo at the beach with her. Her sleeping in her bed and me crashing on her couch. Funny, but I knew she had already decided and planned on this happening some time ago. And don’t get me wrong here, I am far from the victim here.

You can’t rape the willing.

 

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