Kita – Chapter 28 – Hair Done & No Fun

Today is the Saturday I wanted to take Kita to Dave and Buster’s but it was the only day she could schedule her hair appointment. So I will continue to pursue her to get some fun in her life. I’m just floating around the city when I get a text.

“Hey, Charles. Look at my hair now.”

“You look like Storm from the X-Men.”

“Hahahaha”

“It’s like a silver head dress!”

“So happy I’m going blonder!!!”

“It’s going to look so awesome! I’m running some errands in the area. Need a Frappuccino?”

“I ate a banana recently, but thank you! It’s too cold outside to be running errands.”

“Yay! Bananas are better for you than coffee drinks. Oh, and it’s not too bad out now.”

Hours later…

“I talked to Achilles about working there! I want to do it. I am just looking at logistics with my classes and me going away for breaks. My classes are different so I’m making my schedule next week, so I’ll have a decision by then ok? Also, thank you for the Honey Grow card. (Smiley emoji)”

“Sounds great. No worries. We’ll work with your schedule. Take your time working out. You’re welcome! I knew the one person that could put that card to good use!”

An hour later…

“Can you make sure Achilles knows I’m still pondering it? I feel like he thinks I told him 100% yes. I brought up the schedule thing but I think he thought differently. Oh yea, I used the Honey Grow card today and it was delicious!”

“I’ll talk to him Monday. He and I already have decided to split the schedule between the two of us until we find someone. We’re going to open the gym in December so I may take more of his shifts while he runs the gym. Don’t stress, Kita. Take your time and we’ll figure it out.

Two hours later…

“Thanks Charles. I fell asleep. I’m exhausted for no reason.”

“I’m sure you’re tired, Kita. Big day. Hours at the salon creating the perfect blonde highlights! I hope you like it.”

“I do, I’m just so dead right now. And the weather and darkness so early never helps. Haha.”

“I get it. I just wrote an article for the salon that we’re going to send out to our members about Seasonal Affective Disorder. We worked on it today and I know it’s important that we communicate with our clients about the importance of how we can help them.”

“That’s awesome! Yeah, it really does affect your moods/emotions.”

“It’s paramount that we communicate the importance of controlled UV emissions to our clients for their well being during these cold, dark winter months in the Northeast. I’m glad you get it.”

“Yes because it definitely helps!!!”

“Well we’re here for you to absorb your power through our light! I’m going to do a stand up session before I start work tomorrow. Oh, and I have some new ideas to get you darker!!!”

“Thank you!!! (Smiley emoji) Thank goodness for tanning! And what are your ideas?”

“I have a special lotion, (Only for you my #1) and I want to try a 12 minute over exposure session and see what that does. Always creative.”

“Oh my! A special lotion???? The tingling one?”

“Yes! But it has a very gentle tingling vanilla and chocolate scent that I’m giving only to you. Always working hard for my Yelp reviews.”

“Wow sounds delicious!!! Hahah.”

 

By then it was almost midnight, so we both went to sleep.

Thing was, I wish she were sleeping next to me.

 

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The Beach House – Chapter 21 – Conclusion

“It went too far. She thought I was going to fire her.” I was pleading my case to deaf ears.

“Ahh, Monica, I’m so sorry it came to this. ” Mia wrapped Monica in her arms. Monica was still in shock, and I don’t think she even recognized Mia.

“I was about to tell her when you walked in…” I didn’t want Mia upset with me on our wedding day.

“Well you should have told her sooner.” She started rubbing Monica’s back. “You probably had her in tears all day.” She sat Monica on a nearby chair and looked back at the smiling Wally. “Wally, grab some water and a towel or something.” He left, chuckling. Monica’s mouth was still standing open. “Well, tell her, Dale. I won’t have any tears at our wedding.” Monica’s mouth opened wider. Mia’s hands were on her hips, waiting for me to comply. I softened my voice as I dropped to one knee in front of Monica.

“You remember Mia Perez, Monica.” I smiled trying to make sure she understood I had no ill will. “We kind of hit it off during the detox.” I grabbed one of Mia’s hands off her hip. “We’re getting married today, and I needed you here as a witness.” Monica mouth was still wide open, looking between Mia face and mine. I gently took hold of Monica’s hand. “Are you alright?” I heard Bob re-enter the chapel.

“You’ve known her for a week.” Monica looked back to me. “You don’t like anybody.” I laughed and patted her hand.

“I assure you, I love this woman more than life itself” I smiled at Mia who dropped her other hand off her hip and smiled back.

“I didn’t even know you could smile.” Monica was still in shock. Bob exchanged the water and towel for Mia’s bouquet. Mia sat down next to Monica.

“Your mascara is a bit askew.” Mia dipped the end of the towel in the water and began wiping the worst of it off her face.

“Making me take care of Mia was the best thing you could done for me.” I stood back up. “I needed her as much as she needed me.”

“I never met the Dale you know.” Mia kept cleaning Monica’s face as she talked. “I fell in love with a very tender man with a strange SpaghettiOs fixation.” Monica laughed at that. Leave it to Mia to move us past the tears. Wally leaned down near Monica.

“These two share a very compatible type of insanity.” He chuckled again.

“You see, Monica, I have no intention of firing you. You are my second favorite woman on this whole planet.” I smiled at her, figuring that should settle it. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around me and started bawling. I looked at Mia for help, and she was crying too. I looked at Wally.

“I knew this would be an insane wedding.” Wally started chuckling again. I was beginning to think he was a bit on the insane side.

Once the girls had fixed their makeup, the wedding went off without a hitch. Mia surprised me with a little poetic vow about me pulling her from a pit of darkness into “my heart full of light.” I had to think fast, and I could see in her eyes that this was payback for a handful of paint.

“Mia, before you entered my life, I thought love was only a word for poets.” I smiled into her eyes. “I now know poets are just souls who ache for what I have through you. You are my ocean, my waves. You are my SpaghettiOs.” I heard a whimper from Monica and I saw the water in Mia’s eyes. Wally was holding back another chuckle.

Mia and I took our witnesses out to dinner after the wedding to celebrate. We spent the entire dinner laughing and telling Monica all that had happened over the last week. We were into our fourth bottle wine when Mia decided to give her gift to Monica.

“Dale told me why you made him take care of me.” Mia was glowing. “I felt bad that my thoughtless husband would do such a thing.” I interrupted.

“Hey, I didn’t know you then!” Mia smacked me lightly in the shoulder.

“A tenth anniversary only comes around once. It deserves to be recognized.” Mia looked at me like I might forget some future event. “We wanted to buy you a second honeymoon to make amends.” Mia smiled handing an envelope over to Monica.

Monica opened the envelope with wide eyes. “Oh my God!” she said as she looked at the three-week cruise to the islands and South America.

“And everything is planned.” Mia was all jumpy. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t have to think about a thing, just like when you take care of Dale.” Mia was really proud of herself. “Dale cleared the time with Charlie’s boss, and I’ll make sure Dale doesn’t try and call during the trip.” Monica started tearing up again.

“Oh my gosh, guys! This is amazing!” Monica was wiping the tears from her eyes. Mia hugged her and started crying too. You would have thought we were poking them with burning sticks.

I was excited, because I saw the dessert tray heading our way. I slipped the pastry chef a hundred to make something special for me. The waiter went around, delivering the desert, leaving Wally for last. I was getting antsy. The waiter smiled at me and reached under the tray and pulled out a small top-hat-shaped cake. It was perfect. He placed it in front of Wally, who for once looked very confused.

“I don’t think this is what I ordered.” He looked up at the waiter who just smiled and nodded at me.

“I quote: ‘If you two are friends at the end if this I’ll eat my hat.’ ” My timing was perfect. Mia burst out laughing which infected all of us. To his credit, Wally ate the entire thing. I think he liked being the center of attention even if it was a joke at his expense.

Over coffee, Monica was whispering to Mia. Monica reached into her purse and removed what looked like an old envelope that had seen better days. Monica looked at me. “I made a promise a few years back that earlier today, I thought I would have to break.” Her eyes were getting watery. “I think I was planning to throw this at you Dale.” She was indicating the envelope, half smiling and half crying. Women were becoming confusing again. “Now, I get to keep that promise.” She handed the envelope to Mia, then wiped some tears from her eyes.

Mia seemed a little confused herself. The envelope didn’t have any markings and seemed to contain more than just paper. She broke the seal and looked inside, and I saw her eyes tear up. I tried to see what was inside as she pulled out a single folded piece of paper. Mia opened it and began to cry which was echoed by Monica. They hugged each other.

I reached over and looked into the envelope. My eyes began to water as I looked at my Grandma’s butterfly brooch. Mia handed me the letter and hugged me as I read:

To whomever has found my Dale’s heart,

Please take care of it. It is very precious to me.

Love Eleanor.

 

THE END

 

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Kita – Chapter 26 – Round and Round – Part 2

“Kita, I’ve asked myself the same quastion several times. It’s because we’re good people with good hearts and we give and believe in people. But unfortunately we sometimes make choices that aren’t right for us and we get hurt. But we learn from that and go forth stronger and better. Worked for me. I believe in you Kita.”

“Yeah. It’s a good trait that we have. It just sucks for us if it doesn’t end up working out. Thank you!!!”

“As a friend I am sorry this is happening to someone I care about but this is how we grow as people.”

“It’s definitely one of the hardest things I’ve had to deal with in my life. I know once I’m over it, I’ll look back and be so happy. It’s just getting there.”

“I’m sad for you, Kita but you’ll come out on the other side of this experience stronger and more wise.”

“I’m sad too. I really loved him and just wanted to make him happy. But we’re not good together.”

You’re right in your thinking, Kita. You’re already curing yourself. Just take some time and center yourself. Hold on dear. I’m worried about you.”

“I’ll be okay! Thank you though. I’m just going through some rough times.”

 

And it ends there…for now.

 

My girl has some issues. She’s struggling with the obvious loss of a long term and very deep love to her. She’s confused and lost. Why else would she be spinning like this right now. It has to be horrible. You’re in love with someone and then they leave you. This blog has been about that. I get it. If you’ve been following it, I went through that with Annabelle and it was awful. That was five years ago for me and of course after two years I was fine. But it took two years! Kita has the capacity even as a young girl to love very deeply. I know it’s alien to her to feel this way but I am all to familiar with the bitter burn and searing pain of lost love. It’s like the withdrawal symptoms from coming off drugs.

I’ve got my circle of friends and family. I’m fine now. I cut all of the crazy people out of my life and keep the borderline ones at arms length or in small doses. I can manage that.

But Kita has no idea to navigate that. It’s killing her, poor thing. Sadly she’ll just have to ride it out like we all have. Each and every one of us.

I’m doing everything I can to support her during this dark period. People need that and I’m in a position to do that now.

No more crazies. Just good people that are wounded and need me right now. I’m ready to offer whatever they need. If I charged by the hour I’d be a wealthy man.

But as long as I’m here on this Earth, if I can help people get through their pain and move forward with their lives then that’s what I’m going to continue to do.

I believe in you Kita. I love you. You don’t know it, but I do in my own way. I’ll get you through this. But sometimes I just feel like we’re going round and round.

Right now, Kita just needs my presence. Not my presents.

 

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Kita – Chapter 25 – Round and Round – Part 1

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

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

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

“I’m so sad.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

(I know what she needs….)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Tales of Rock: Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters, 75, goes unnoticed as he takes the subway in New York.

He’s one of the greatest legends in music having amassed a net worth of $310 million.

And Pink Floyd legend Roger Waters has proven he is still down-to-earth despite his enormous fortune, as he took the subway in Downtown Manhattan on Wednesday.

The former bassist, 75, cut a solo figure as he went relatively unnoticed by commuters on the IRT Lexington Avenue Line.

Relaxed: Pink Floyd’s Roger Waters, 75, has proven he is still down-to-earth despite his $310 million net worth, as he was spotted riding the subway in Downtown Manhattan on Wednesday

Roger opted for a casual all-black ensemble as he sat alone in the subway car, with commuters barely taking any notice as he joined them on their journey.

Taking off his reading glasses, Roger cut a relaxed figure as he joined the residents of New York on the ride, and appeared to be sporting a small plaster on his nose.

The star has amassed a staggering net worth of $310 million (£247 million) thanks to a hugely successful solo career, and his self-owned companies Roger Waters Music UK and Roger Waters Music Overseas.

Casual: The British music legend went relatively unnoticed by commuters, as he donned a simple all-black ensemble for the outing

Out and about: This is not the first time Roger has been spotting riding the subway, as it appears the star prefers to shun luxury travel

Roger parted ways with Pink Floyd in 1985 and the original lineup of Roger, Richard Wright, David Gilmour and drummer Nick Mason reunited for the first time in 24 years for the Live 8 concert in London in 2005, just three years before Richard’s death.

Appearing in front of a packed house at the Brisbane Entertainment Centre last year, Roger hinted that his Australia tour may be his last.

‘I was looking at the schedule and thinking this may be the last time I ever come through Australia,’ he told the crowd, according to news.com.au.

He continued: ‘I won’t get the chance, probably to talk to people in Brisbane again for the rest of my life. One has to remember there is a finality to all of this.’

Iconic: Roger (seen here far left) was member of Pink Floyd with Nick Mason, Syd Barrett and Richard Wright until he parted ways with the band in 1985 (above in 1967)

Healing: The Another Brick In The Wall hitmaker sported a small plaster on his nose as he relaxed on the train ride

Solo artist: As well as Pink Floyd, Roger has amassed his fortune through his solo career, and his self-owned companies Roger Waters Music UK and Roger Waters Music Overseas

Last year, Roger reflected on the acrimonious relationship between himself and keyboard player Richard Wright.

Appearing on The Project, Roger was quickly drawn by host and fan Waleed Aly to discuss the bad blood that developed between the pair – 10 years after Richard died from cancer.

With Pink Floyd’s in-fighting well known in the annals of rock and roll, Roger and guitarist David Gilmour famously fired Richard during the recording of their seminal album The Wall in 1979.

Travel man: After exiting the subway tunnel at Spring Street station, Roger appeared to be focused on his phone.

 

 

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Short guy at Bagel Boss shop video goes viral and has second part

short guy bagel shop videoA video of a short man melting down at a bagel shop went viral online Wednesday, but there is actually a second video most haven’t seen that shows the aftermath.The video was shared by a Twitter user named Olivia Bradley on early Wednesday morning. It shows a woman asking a man why he thinks it’s OK to degrade women. He responds in an enraged fashion, screaming about women discriminating against him in the dating world due to his height. The man then aggressively tells a bystander to shut his mouth and challenges him to fight. Another person tells the man to be quiet, so the short guy challenges him. He accepted and dropped the guy to the ground.

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olivia shea 🏳️‍🌈@oliviabradley88

so in bagel boss this morning, the misogynistic douchebag seen in the video was degrading almost all of the female staff as well as other patrons. fuck this guy.

68K people are talking about this

This video was seen by many, but there is a second video that most hadn’t seen. It shows the aftermath.

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Mike LiVorio@mikelivorio_

If you guys wanted to know what happen next, here ya go

7,613 people are talking about this

That dude has some serious problems.

The owner of the Bagel Boss location in Long Island, New York where the incident took place used the viral moment as a marketing opportunity and is offering free mini bagels to those who mention the video.

Donald Rosner@donaldrosner

A MESSAGE FROM BAGEL BOSS: After todays incident everyone is ok! Use caution on dating sites and anyone who comes into our locations and mentions this video can get a FREE MINI BAGEL!!!!!!!! https://twitter.com/barstoolsports/status/1148987612956434433 

Barstool Sports

@barstoolsports

The Angriest Little Man In New York Berates All The Women In “Bagel Boss” Because He’s 5 Feet Tall And Nobody Will Date Him On Dating Siteshttps://www.barstoolsports.com/barstoolu/the-angriest-little-man-in-new-york-berates-all-the-women-in-bagel-boss-because-hes-5-feet-tall-and-nobody-will-date-him-on-dating-sites 

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1,411 people are talking about this

Way to go, Donald.

Wondering what preceded the video being captured? The woman whose friend recorded the video told BuzzFeedNews that they were waiting in line to order “when they noticed the man pacing and ‘muttering angrily’ to himself, saying the word ‘stupid and something to the effect of ‘can’t do their jobs.’ She said the man started to berate the woman employee behind the counter and then told another employee ‘don’t look at me like that.’”

Congratulations, bro. You are now forever known for your bagel shop meltdown.

Maureen – Finance Manager – Part 2

She’s on her second martini and I can see it is bringing forth the real Maureen. I like this because when most people get foggy with alcohol everything becomes more clear to me.

I get to Marathon 40 minutes before Maureen. I’m happy she’s hung in there and is coming to meet me tonight.

The bar is empty and I get a seat on the end which I love. My favorite bartender Mike is behind the stick and makes me my usual. Bulliet Rye Manhattan, up with a brandied berry and a side of ice. Delish.

I see my man Branson the beverage manager and I can see he’s dealing with some crisis, so we simply wave. I love Marathon. Think of an upscale diner with locally grown farm fresh food. Just a cool vibe with terrific consistent dining.

I’m watching the Winter Olympics on the TV behind the bar and surfing on my phone. Currently on the TV is women’s track. All powerful women with great legs.

My friend who I got a job there as a server Francesca rolls over to me. She leans in for a hug and a kiss. (See: Francesca – Monday Feels Like Friday) I’m happy to see her and notice the musculature of her back. My girl’s really in great shape.

She tells me how she’s had a horrible week. She’s recently tried to get back together with her ex boyfriend who is a great guy but has anger issues. Never hurt her, but… just too much rage. A personality disorder. He was supposedly going to therapy, but apparently he didn’t and just lured Fran back into his life and is still the same fucked up, violent dude he was a month ago.

She tells me she’s done with him. It’s sad. I really feel her pain. Francesca is a great girl, and I know she really cared for this dude, but he needs to get help.

“I’m sad but I got laid this week.”

Classic Francesca.

“Yea. You know him. It’s Michael. He comes in to your salon to tan occasionally.”

“Oh, yea… him.”

“Yea. I had a horrible week, so I needed to unhook my belt.”

I love Fran and I know she’ll be fine. It’s called being on the right side of thirty and the wrong side of romantic experience. She’ll find her way. I like that’s she’s confident and empowered in her sexual identity as a woman.

I tell her I’m meeting a lady tonight.

“What about your girlfriend?”

“Everything’s fine.”

“Then what is this?”

“I don’t know. Just a meet up for drinks.”

“Does she know that?”

“Don’t judge. Nothing’s happening.”

 

Maureen rolls in on time. It’s been raining and I see her near the hostess stand getting herself together. I stand and wave to her. She approaches and it feels a little to corporate with the handshake, but it’s early.

She is obviously not 24 and I would put her age somewhere between mine and 60.

She seems fine, and I’m one Manhattan in, so I’m low and ready. She orders a vodka martini straight up with a twist and olives. Okay. Let’s see what that looks like.

I give her my whole rap sheet and she exchanges hers with me. Seems she’s been driven by work her entire life. Very successful, and has lived all over the world for her jobs.

Never married. No kids.

That’s a red flag nowadays.

Why no one?

We order food and I get my usual barbecued chicken sandwich with fries. (Which is always glorious) She gets the crab cake platter and sweet potato fries. (Which is equally magic)

Here’s the thing. I don’t see myself doing this again. She’s a nice lady. She’s smart and worldly. But I’d rather just drink with Francesca for an hour and go home. This lady is just too old. She’s missed it all. All of the things people my age have gone through she’s missed.

She’s taken care of her parents for the last 12 years and now they’re both dead. Now she wants to get out and meet men.

No.

That’s not my scene. I have a girlfriend. Maureen was persistent and present. My girlfriend Cherie isn’t. I love Cherie. I don’t want to go on dates with women anymore. Especially ones as far removed from my world as Maureen clearly is.

She’s on her second martini and I can see it is bringing forth the real Maureen. I like this because when most people get foggy with alcohol everything becomes more clear to me.

I’m telling a story and she calls me out on the way I tell the story. She says I look away when I tell a tale, as if I’m talking to the character in the story. No one has ever said that to me in a half a century. I just met her. If I’m telling a story I’m not going to look right at her when I do the dialogue. I think it’s to imposing to a woman to speak to her like she’s actually in the story. I know people who do this and it’s uncomfortable.

So I look away as if I’m addressing the person and I don’t direct it at my guest.

She says it’s weird and it looks like I’m doing a performance.

I don’t like this, and she seems like she’s not only stepped over the line socially but the martinis have loosened the reasons why she’s alone.

I look at the bartender Mike, and swirl my finger in the air. (Wrap it up)

She sees her misstep and how I’m done, and desperately tries to backpedal. I’ve already decided that we’re done, but I actually agree with her and admit that I do it. I’m just buying time. The die has been cast. I’m not going to waste my time with any more of these lost women.

We actually kiss (drunkness) and on a second kiss she slips me the tongue. Its fine but how gross is it for me to be doing PDI with an old lady in my favorite diner? Has she no moral code? It feels clumsy and gross.

She goes to the bathroom and I joke that I always do that when the bill comes. Maureen is totally cool with splitting it, (Which redeems her for a second) I also notice that one of my Manhattans has been taken off. (Thank you, Branson. My man!)

Francesca floats by and says hello.

“I saw some tongue action over here.”

“Stop it.” I laugh “This ones not going to make it. I may be in here tomorrow with another one.”

“Holly shit! Really? You’re as bad as me!”

“Kidding. I’m done and my Marathon rewards card still isn’t working.”

“Not my problem. Talk to the owner. He works out at your gym.”

Again…classic Francesca.

Maureen returns and we wrap it up. This has been a real lesson for me.

I need to continue on the path that I carve and that which is carved for me on the path of least resistance. That has always worked for me. All of these dating sites are just cast off people. It’s nonsense. Just like social media, online dating is a sad desert of sadness.

Real sharks swim in the ocean.

I need to embrace Cherie and write about my life. It’s plenty exciting and I’m done with all of this dating nonsense. It ends here. Anything that happens from here on out will be purely organic.

But I’ve said that before.

I text Maureen that I got home safe and she does the same.

I’ll not call upon her again.

 

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