Kita – Chapter 38 – Second Date – Xmas – Part 2

Somehow the subject of sugar babies comes up. I may have been talking about a couple of girls I have spoken to in the salon and they have told me about their exploits. I obviously don’t speak graphically about it. It just sort of came up. She finds the idea of girls doing that revolting and has too much self esteem and virtue. She said she could never do that.

(Isn’t it sort of happening between us?)

We start chatting about how excited she is to go to Florida for the winter break. She loves the warmth of the temperature down there. She misses her dog Sadie and can’t wait to drive around in her Jeep. She tells me she’ll probably just rest, workout, try to eat better, walk her dog, and cruise around in her jeep. She misses driving!

Best part is, she won’t have to do any studying, write any papers, or go to any classes. Just fun in the sun. She will probably be as brown as a penny when she comes back to Philly in a month.

Funny thing is, I don’t hear about anything else. I know she likes tanning and getting dark. I know she likes to eat and digs snacks. She says her mom loves snacks too. Her mother once went looking for snacks in Kita’s room and discovered some condoms. I love the idea of Kita having condoms. (Just suiting up with a condom before plunging into her.)

But I digress…

She works out everyday. I guess what I’m saying here is, Kita is going to do exactly what she does up here as she’ll do down there. I didn’t hear anything about friends or going out or anything.

I think our lovely little Kita may be a bit of a bore. I think I see how a man could tire of her once he’s had sex with her. What do you do with her? She’s very indecisive, needy, sober, etc. Not very fun.

But here’s the thing. I’m attracted to her. I’ve never had her. I want her. She’s adorable and spends time with me. That’s pretty nice for me.

I’ll just keep writing about her until I figure it all out.

 

Near the end of the meal I ask her a question.

“Kita, I like you and enjoy your company. I appreciate you joining me for lunch today. I’d like to meet up with you and see you outside of the salon again. It can be food or we can go to Dave & Busters like we talked about that. I’d like us to do that on a regular basis. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Yes, we can definitely do that. I’d like that.”

That’s all I needed.

The bill comes, and of course I am delighted to pay. She loved her Salmon salad, and polished off the last of the mac and cheese I got for us to split. I liked when she picked up the spoon and dug the last dollop out of the bowl and put it in her sweet mouth.

 

She’s summoning her UBER and it’s rapidly approaching. We get ourselves together and head outside into the winter afternoon sunlight. She has to go write a paper for her finals, and I have to get to the salon.

“Oh it’s here! Gimme kiss!”

I take her lovely visage in my hands and peck her plump lips, and she’s off.

I start walking east on JFK Blvd. and light a cigarette. I reflect on the day and my relationship with Kita.

I buy special snacks and fruit for her. I always have a little something there for her to munch on. I give her free water to fill up her water bottle. I took her out to a posh dinner. I bought her a special bronzing lotion to better tan her. I bought her pepper spray and showed her how to use it to help keep her safe in the city. Now I’ve taken her out to lunch and discussing future dates and activities for us to do together.

 

Oh my God.

 

Kita is my sugarbaby!

 

 

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Kita – Chapter 37 – Second Date – Xmas – Part 1

“Is there a time between now and when you leave for Florida that I can see you outside of this salon for lunch or dinner?”

“Open your calendar.”

“Is there a time between now and when you leave for Florida that I can see you outside of this salon for lunch or dinner?”

“Open your calendar.”

So it was on for my 2nd date with Kita. I set it up at one of my go to lunch spots and headed over there.

Misconduct is a nautical themed sports bar. I arrived a half an hour early so I could chat with my friend Mary the hostess. (See: Mary – Unexpected Table for Two) Unfortunately because business was slow they cut her early. The place was dead which I like but of course some idiot was responsible for playing the music too loud in the restaurant. That happens more than less and Mary and I both hate it. Why would you crank the music up during lunch when there are business people there and then be stupid enough to leave it at that level when the place is nearly empty?

I mentioned it to my server and she didn’t seem thrilled about asking whoever controls the volume to turn that shit down. If it weren’t for Mary and the great food there I’d boycott that place. She either didn’t make the request or the person ignored it because the music stayed at the same level the entire time I was there. But… I’ll let that go and we’ll go forward.

At least I’m at my favorite table, #12. It’s a high top by the front windows and close to the hostess and service area. It’s also the quietest spot in the restaurant.

I get a text from Kita.

“On my way!”

“You’re the best.”

“I’m in an Uber pool so I’ll be there soon.”

Uber Pool takes a little longer because they usually have a couple of people in the car and the driver has to drop them all off at their destinations.

I see her come in the door and I walk from the table to greet her. She looks so cute in her puffy winter coat. She gives me a big hug, her hair smells delicious.

We sit and the server brings her a water. I already know what I want. I get the same thing every time I go there. Chicken tenders with dipping sauce, and a small bowl of mac and cheese with a side of sriracha to share.

I notice that it seems to take little Kita an exorbitant amount of time to decide what she wants to eat. It’s cute now to watch her struggle with all the choices on the menu. But I’m sure that shit would get super annoying if I were in a relationship with her. You know, you get to the restaurant, you’re hungry, she’s running late. You already know what you want and she’s taking forever to decide between a salad or a sandwich.

I’m just saying… I’ve been at this awhile.

So Kita can’t make up her mind and actually sends the server away twice. The music volume hasn’t been lowered, and now I see our waitress sitting across the room at one of the tables against the wall and is eating.

This server sucks, but I get it. We’re her only customer, she probably put her food order in because it’s dead now and she can actually finally get something to eat before happy hour when the place is cranking in here. But because Kita can’t make up her mind, she probably is like, “fuck her I’m going to eat.”

So when Kita finally knows what she wants the server lets us rot for awhile. I really wanted to thrash her in a bad Yelp review, but this is my last little Christmas lunch date for awhile with this cute baby. So I can’t really get upset because I’m just stupid happy to look across the table and see who came all the way down here into the city to have lunch with ME!

Kita is young, fit and beautiful. She can have lunch with any guy she wants. But I asked and she’s sitting here with me and I adore her.

The server finally drags herself back to our table and thankfully, Kita is ready. We order and then settle back into warm conversation. We talk about the holidays, our families. She tells me her Dad is such a high ranking official in the military she’s doesn’t really know what he does. But she shows me some pics on her phone of her dad and mom flying in what appears to be a small jet. They’re sitting what almost appear to be big plush chairs you’d have in your living room.

“Is that a Gulf Stream?”

“Yea. That’s how my dad gets around. in a Lear Jet.”

“Holy crap! I can’t top that with anything. That’s so cool. Did you or your sister every get to fly on it?”

“No. But if my dad was in Philly and was headed back to Florida, I would most definitely fly on it with him. But I can’t fly on it by myself because that would be a waste of the taxpayers dollars.”

“Speaking of that, what do you think of our current administration?”

“I can’t speak on that because my father has to embrace the President because of his high ranking position in the military. That’s all of his buddies in there. He hangs out with a lot of those guys in Washington.”

“Wow. That’s interesting.” I decide to veer away from that subject.

We’re talking about tanning and the salon, and I don’t know how but we chat about some of the interesting characters that come through on a daily basis. She spends so much time there with me she’s even met a few of them. She has a good memory, is organized, and very bright. She just lacks experience.

That will come, and I can help.

 

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Kita – Chapter 35 – Baby’s Back! – Part 1

It was the Sunday after Thanksgiving. I was working at the salon as usual. I had just opened the doors for business.

I was coming up the hallway from the back. Morning sunlight is pouring through the huge windows in the front of the salon where the gym is located.

I see a petite silhouette standing at the front counter. I’m not wearing my glasses so I can’t see clearly the identity of this person. But as I get closer…

“Kita! You’re back! (Hugs) I didn’t think you’d be back until Monday!”

“Yea. My train was at 7am this morning!”

“Well I’m happy you’re back.”

She’s munching on an apple as we chit-chat about our collective holiday experiences. Hers seemed fun with her sister and the family, mine just hanging with friends. Then out of nowhere:

“So I texted Steve.”

Steve is the guy who was her rebound off former boyfriend JR. She hung out with him for a month or so. He never took her on a proper date. They just hung out at his place or she would just sit around and watch him work on his truck. She kissed him but no sex. (So that’s good)

(Sigh) “How’d that go?”

“I told him I still cared about him and he said the same and that maybe we can get together when I get back to Philly.”

“Good luck with that. Don’t reach out to him again. He needs to take the step and pursue you. You’re the prize Kita. Against better judgement you’ve reached out to him again. Now that the connection is there it’s up to him to make the move now and set up a proper date.”

“What if he doesn’t?”

“Then he’s really not interested in seeing you again.”

“Okay. He always says he’s really busy with work and things are crazy.”

“People say things like that to get out of stuff, Kita.”

“Why can’t people just be straight forward and say what they want?”

“Because you’re straightforward, forthright and honest and you want everybody else to be like you. It just doesn’t work that way I’m afraid.”

“But that sucks.”

“People suck sometimes.”

“I hate boys.”

“Then date men.”

She looks up at me and grins ever so slightly. I look away.

“Can I have my lotion? I guess I’ll go tanning.”

“That’s all we do here! Where do you want me to send you?”

“Send me…”

“Send you where?”

“Send me to Room Two.”

I set her up in the system and the song “You Send Me” pops into my musical brain. She tosses the apple into the fresh plastic bag that I have just put in to line the waste basket this morning, and heads to her room.

I’m walking past the basket and see there is still plenty of flesh (mesocarp) on that apple. So I pick it up and start eating it. (The bag is clean and there is no other objects in the bag. Just the apple)

I don’t bite into that apple because I’m hungry. I don’t savor every sweet, delicious bite of this discarded piece of fruit because I need to eat more healthy. I don’t eat out of the trash can like a homeless person. I eat that apple because Kita has just had her sweet mouth on it. Her plump, soft lips and tongue have been all over this lucky bit of fruit. I know to some of you this may seem a little gross, but that apple was delicious! It was better in my twisted mind because Kita had her hot mouth all over it. There’s something sexual about the whole, sharing food/biblical/forbidden fruit thing working in my mind. So I ate that apple right down to the seeds and stem. It’s like I was devouring a part of Kita.

Or Kita herself.

 

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I Apologize for the Infraction… But I’m Not Sorry

I’ve been looking after a lot of people lately.

Life is good for me as always. I’ve cut all of the crazy fleas and ticks out of my life.  That’s a relief. Please try it. You may be carrying some people who you no longer need in your life. Think it through. I’ve been writing this blog for a while now. I’ve covered a lot of territory. Many people. Many dates and friends.

I think about my life now. I have my health for now. You never know when that could go. That’s your most precious resource. I have stuff to do. Work at the salon, and the other place. (I don’t want to name them because it’s private for now. Not relevant to this story.) I have much love in my life. Cherie, my daughter, my family and other interests. I’ve learned to compartmentalized my life as I’ve gotten older. I’m not keeping secrets, just protecting people’s hearts. I have good people surrounding me now. That’s always a positive force. No more crazies. That’s too draining and a waste of time. Learn the difference as quick as you can. I have things to look forward to. That’s important too. That carries you forth into tomorrow.

I love my girlfriend Cherie. She’s marriage material. I can’t believe I’m actually saying that but when I’m with her I feel that way. I could grow old with that perfect girl. She’s wonderful. Best woman I’ve ever met. I’ve always been loyal to the women in my life, but I’ve been unfaithful to Cherie several times. It’s not because we’re having problems, it’s because I don’t see her enough.

But I like that. I like having a girl who loves me passionately that I rarely see. That’s just me. I know it sounds awful, but she’s my one and only and I think of her in terms I’ve never felt for any one else.

But I continue to offend.

Maybe if she were around more I’d be more virtuous but I don’t know. I don’t want her around much. I like her once a month delivering the drug I love. Dopamine and endorphins. It’s glorious. I know she’s going to someday be a successful doctor. You may think I’m a piece of shit for having a beautiful girlfriend half my age and cheating on her all of the time.

I’m not getting any younger. I have her right where I want her. The perfect arrangement for me. Finally. Someone that loves me and fucks me back to the stone age every time I see her and is the sweetest, most loyal baby ever.

But I do what I want.

I’m a loyal partner and have always been, but I am not getting any younger. ‘If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with’, the song says.

I should be on my knees thanking God for sending me such a wonderful woman who has gone through so much with life, her ex, her son, school and her family. She never drags me into any of it because she says she doesn’t want to decrease her value to me.

Yea. That’s a real thing in our relationship. The sweet, bright young black girl doesn’t want to look bad in front of her old white boyfriend.

She’s 28 and I’m 55! I’m stunned that she even wants to talk to me let alone let me fuck her. But to be fair because she’s a nymphomaniac and I am a reformed hypersexual, our sex is absolute fire. Cherie is the singular greatest lover I have ever had in my life.

But I’ve offended with Ambria. That was an indiscretion. There were a couple of near misses after her but now there’s Kita, and I absolutely adore her. This has been my track record and I suppose that’s who I am. Nobody’s getting hurt and I’m just sliding down destiny’s rainbow.

At my age that’s a miracle. Most men my age would kill to have what I have. Fuck them. Let them blow their money on cars and stuff. I have a gift that none of those losers have, so they can kiss my ass.

I’ve earned my right to be here and be surrounded by all of the lovely moist women in my life. I love them all equally and differently and I’m honored they want to still meet and old lion like me for a drink occasionally.

I truly love all of the women in my life. I am phicklephilly. The fickle lover that’s fiercely loyal but still a philanderer. But a man who truly loves and respects the women in his life and can retain them as friends without trying to get into their pants like every other loser in this city.

Men miss the point. There’s an ocean of women out there for you. Go ahead and pursue that. I don’t give a shit. That’s your scene. But you’re missing the point. Women are amazing, lovely, fascinating creatures that you should get to know. Try to be a better man and get to know some of them.

Stop trying to stick your dick into every moist hole you encounter. Get to know them. They’re really interesting and fun. Help them with their challenges in life. Reveal the stupid loser mistakes to help them get through their challenges with our species.

Because they don’t understand us either. You’d think they would because we’re such simple assholes but they don’t. You guys are equally mystified by them as well.

Make some friends with women and make them feel safe. I have dozens of women in my life that love and trust me because I am that man they trust and I deliver on that shit every day.

“Oh Charles hooked me up with that job because he knows the general manager and now my life is better and he didn’t try to awkwardly fuck me after that.”

Be that guy.

No fuck that. Never be a guy. Be a MAN.

Mix your life with men and women. You’ll feel more balances with both in your life. Your dudes are easy, but bring some girls in. Ladies are fun, beautiful and cool. Get it straight in your mind that you want to have female friends in you life that you don’t want to stick you dick into.

I know we all want to fuck all of the women we know. I would gladly sleep with pretty much all of the women I know in my life. They’re all young and attractive! But you have to take that moment in your mind and say to yourself, I need to have a pool of dating girls and a different pool of female friends.

Your life will be so much more rich.

I know you struggle with hearing all of their chatter. I get that. Turn your mind. It’s not chatter. It’s her song. She’s beautiful. Let her sing it and be there for her. Your friends could turn into lovers.

But just know in your mind that you have a plan.

You’re going to have a pool of women you’re going to pursue for romance and sex, but hold your crew of friendly ladies close for support.

Because you may need them for support when you lose your love.

Chicks Rule!

(When Alessandra appeared and did the heart thing my brain exploded)

 

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Kita – Chapter 34 – Thoughts While She’s Away

“I stand outside my pain and frustration now.”

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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