Dating and Relationship Advice – The Four Types of Love Addiction

“Romantic love is heavily associated with the same regions of the brain as drug addiction.”

I feel like this is one of my most personal and powerful reveals. I’ve done extensive research on this subject over the past three years and here’s what I’ve discovered.

Romantic love is heavily associated with the same regions of the brain as drug addiction. Those who have it experience the same intensely pleasurable feelings, while those who are deprived of it experience the same crashing emotional lows and cravings. Consequently, it’s fair to say that love is an addiction. Whether it is positive or negative, though, depends on whether the love is reciprocated, appropriate and nontoxic.

Still, because everyone’s different, there are different types of negative love addiction. Humans can be loosely categorized into four major types, based on their overall patterns of thoughts and behaviors. Each of the four types tends to experience negative love addiction in a different way.

Romance Junkies

Romance junkies fall into the category of explorers, ruled largely by the dopamine system of the brain. Explorers are adrenaline junkies, hooked on thrills, adventures, and above all, novelty. In romance, this translates into an ongoing search for the dopamine rush affiliated with new relationships. When the infatuation phase gives way to the inevitable crash and burn, romance junkies are likely to go elsewhere seeking a new infatuation. (Totally me.)

Attachment Junkies

Builders, who are largely ruled by serotonin, are cautious, conventional, rigid rule-followers. They like to stick to plans and schedules, and take responsibility very seriously. Consequently, they tend to revere attachment above all other elements of a serious relationship. Their love addiction keeps them holding on long after a relationship has run its course.

Violence Junkies

People who fall into the directors category are largely ruled by testosterone. Although many directors never escalate into physical violence, they tend to be less empathetic and less socially skilled than their peers. Consequently, they tend to be action-oriented, using their physicality to express their emotions. They are likely to become violence junkies, addicted to chaos and turmoil in their relationships. When they are rejected, violence junkies may turn to stalking, physical attacks, or even impulsive suicide or homicide.

Despair Junkies

Negotiators are ruled primarily by estrogen and oxytocin. They tend to be agreeable, trusting, nurturing, and introspective, the caretakers in their relationships. Their addiction runs toward self-sacrifice, giving more than they should to heavily damaged partners. When they are rejected, despair junkies fall into rumination, obsessive thinking, and clinical depression. They tend to talk endlessly about the trauma, blame themselves, and try fruitlessly to figure out what they did wrong. Despair junkies are at higher risk for suicide in the wake of rejection.

Love addiction is complicated and highly personal, and every situation is different. Most people, regardless of type, manage to successfully navigate the pain associated with a breakup. Still, it is wise to be aware of your own type and those of your closest friends, and to watch out for each other in the weeks and months following a rejection. Taking proactive steps to ease the trauma can help to ensure that you do not fall into a dangerous pattern.

Which one are you? I’d love to hear some feedback from you.

 

 

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My Young Life: Innocence Lost

Early Grade School

I grew up on a street called Magee Street. It was a picturesque neighborhood of classic 50’s and 60’s lifestyle. All the dads kissed their wives goodbye in the morning and went off to work. All the wives stayed home and got the kids ready for school and then settled into housework and running errands. Most of the kids went to Lawndale school which was a public school and all of the Catholic kids went off to Presentation in nearby Lawncrest.

I remember being in the car with my dad one day and a kid named Mark Simpson was being pulled around in a wagon by his sister Linda. Only thing was, he had a cast on his leg.

“I always see that kid running out in the street all the time.”

“Well he’s not running now.”

“He got hit by a car. That’s why his leg is broken. He better watch out or he’ll get killed one day.”

I listened to my father’s words and watched in silence as Linda pulled her little brother down the street until they vanished from sight.

We lived in a time of basic rules. Say Thank you. Respect your elders. Stay off of other people’s property. Look both ways before you cross the street.

We also lived in a time of no bicycle helmets. No one wore seat belts. (Some cars didn’t even have them.) No sunscreen. No organized sports for everybody. Children ran free to go anywhere unsupervised. Just be home in time for dinner. I played by the railroad tracks. We’d ride our bikes miles from our homes. We had no cell phones. We developed keen senses of direction and distance. Everyday we thought of new ways to have fun by putting ourselves in some sort of isolated danger.

But we were fine. Young people live by the “I” words. They don’t know it, but they do. Immune. Indestructible. Impotent. When you’re young you think you’ll live forever.

Grade School

I think I was in 4th Grade when I became a Safety.  You wear a little white belt like the kid in the picture above. You also get a nice shiny silver badge to pin on it. (My sharpest memory of being a Safety was when I was doing poorly in school and my father said he should rip that belt off me and beat me with it. Fucking piece of shit thing to say to a child. But he was a rage machine back then.

Your job is to stand on your designated corner and put your arms out and block the little kids from crossing the street until it’s safe. I don’t even know how I became a Safety. Maybe someone just elects you. Maybe they didn’t have enough kids who wanted the job. But each morning and afternoon, you’d go to your assigned corner and protect the little kids.

I remember one time I was holding a soft pretzel in my hand and I put my hands out to stop the little kids. As I was waiting for the traffic to clear one little kid on my right took a bite out of the pretzel in my hand in front of his face. Too cute!

Mark Simpson and I worked the same corners. We weren’t really friends, but he lived up the street from me. I think my sister Janice maybe sometimes hung out with Linda, but I’m not sure. I think Mark may have been a grade behind me. On cold mornings his mother would whip up a few thermoses of hot chocolate for the Safetys. We’d finish up getting all of the kids to school and then all head into an office in the school and sip hot cocoa together. A little warm repose and reward for keeping the little ones safe on their way to and from school.

Fels Junior High

I was in 8th grade. I remember walking down the hallway early one morning. The school was oddly quiet. My friend Jimmy Hunsinger comes around the corner and says the following words:

“Did you hear? Mark Simpson was coming home from chess club, and ran out in the street around a bus and got hit by a car.”

“Oh my God. Is he okay?”

“He’s dead.”

‘What?”

I just stood there frozen. My face, a grimace of mute protest.

You cannot process that kind of information when you’re a 12-year-old boy. Your friends can’t die. Kids don’t die. There must be some kind of mistake. What kind of horrible lie is this?

But it was true. He ran out in the street around a stopped bus, and a car coming by the bus on the left side took him out. Apparently the trauma to his head was so forceful that he was hemorrhaging from his brain and he died on the way to the hospital.

Word quickly spread throughout the school and the neighborhood.

I remember my friend Michael and I went to his funeral service. (Closed casket) Everyone was dressed up in suits and ties and girls were in their Sunday best. This kid named Paul Berger was standing to my left in the pew, and he was playing with the zipper on his jacket because he was obviously bored. I told him to knock it off and be still out of respect to our fallen comrade.

After the service the family came to us and thanked us for coming. I just remember Mark’s sister’s face was almost unrecognizable to me because of how scrunched up it was from crying nonstop. Her face soaked with tears as she hugged us both. We here alive and had been through a few scrapes of our own but nothing compared to this nightmare.

Later we went to the Simpson’s home to pay our respects. This is some grown up shit here. Death puts everything into perspective. Especially when a child dies.

What Michael and I found odd was that nobody really looked broken or sad there. It was like a forced family reunion over grim circumstances. Everybody was eating and drinking. Mrs. Simpson asked us if we wanted to go up to Mark’s room. I had never been in Mark’s room let alone this house before. Like I said, we didn’t really hang out together.

He had a typical young boy’s room. It was neat and clean with all sort of boy memorabilia about the room. It felt weird to be looking at his stuff and touch his things. I picked up a little model car he had made. I thought they should give all of this stuff away to other kids because Mark will never come home again.

But of course I didn’t say anything about it.

As darkness fell over the neighborhood in those days, the clouds soon clear and people go on with their lives. Kids playing and going to school and just normal everyday events happen. Life goes on. The world continues to turn and some of us are not in it anymore. Some day that day will come for me and everyone I know. But we all hope it comes in old age and asleep in our beds when death comes to scatter our days. Not as a child.

I suppose the biggest ironies of this story are: My dad’s black prophecy about Mark getting hit and killed by a car. Him being a Safety and protecting other little kids from getting hit my cars, and then darting out into the street and taken by that very thing.

 

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – 10 Ways To Compliment A Woman On A First Date (Without Sounding Like A Total Creep)

You are about to have your first date with the girl of your dreams. It took you months to woo her and she finally said yes. So here’s the big question: Should you or should you not give her first date compliments to women? The answer is absolutely.

Women like and anticipate compliments from their dates. However, too many compliments make you sound needy. Not enough compliments make you selfish and thoughtless. So what is appropriate?

10 Ways To Compliment A Woman On A First Date (Without Sounding Like A Total Creep)....

Here’s how to compliment a woman on a first date, without overdoing it.

1. Make your compliments authentic and real.

If you don’t mean it, don’t say it. Women are very perceptive and intuitive. They’ll know if your compliment is not coming from the right place.

2. Compliment effort, not a physical attribute.

Notice something unusual or something she put her effort into and compliment that. For example, if she has an unusual ring, or if her hair is done in a unique way. Women appreciate you noticing little things that many men don’t.

3. Avoid complimenting beauty in beautiful women.

If a woman is exceptionally stunning, she knows it. She has heard it all and she is accustomed to men falling at her feet in awe. So, don’t. Instead, complement her knowledge of world history or ability to ride a horse. Anything other than her born attributes. Complements should be earned.

4. Only say each compliment once.

Don’t keep carrying on about her smile. You may compliment her on her beautiful smile once, but then let it go. If you dwell on any one feature, you’ll start to seem fixated.

5. Compliment non-physical traits.

For example, you may compliment her on the way she drives a car through midtown traffic or delicately cuts her food or recites poetry. Pay attention to these little things and give her first date compliments. It will make you look interested and considerate.

6. Relate to the compliment.

If you love traveling, compliment her on how well traveled she is. If you’re into politics, compliment her knowledge of local government affairs. This way you are not only handing out compliments but are highlighting characteristics and interests you have in common.

7. Compliment beauty in a woman who is less than perfect.

After all, there is a reason you are physically attracted to her, right? Make sure it is spontaneous and sincere, however. Otherwise, it will seem too forced and too staged.

8. Do NOT compliment body parts.

Unless you’re talking about her eyes, leave specific parts out of the conversation. Saying things like, “Your breasts look great in that tight blouse” will sound sleazy and are an instant turnoff. Don’t say, “These heels make your legs look long.” Instead, opt for “You look beautiful in this dress! or “Great footwear.”

9. Don’t exaggerate.

Is she really the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen? Probably not. So don’t say it. Few women will believe it to be sincere, and it will make you sound more desperate than genuine.

10. Don’t overdo it.

If you dish out one compliment after another, not only will you make the woman uncomfortable, you will sound less sincere and more desperate.

Now get out there and start dating!

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – 5 Things A Woman Will NEVER Let A Guy Do In A Relationship

5. HE DOESN’T GIVE YOU AFFECTION. DOESN’T TAKE YOU OUT FOR DATES OR DOESN’T BUY YOU ANYTHING

No affection, no dates and no presents are things a woman needs in a relationship in order for it to work. You don’t necessarily have to have sex.  What about the little things? Does he hold your hand? Does he touch the back of your neck and shoulders when you are walking? Do you spontaneously make out just for the sake that it’s fun? This makes a woman feel good. Being in a relationship where a woman is constantly giving gifts where she receives nothing isn’t a fair relationship to be in. Couples should always go out and do something together because it builds a bond. Having serious emotional encounters is another area of affection women need. If a relationship is devoid of simple affection, find out why before you decide to end it. Losing a sense of affection for a short period of time is really no big deal, but if the desire is gone, it’s time to end things.

4. YOU FIGHT ALL THE TIME WITH HIM

Fighting all the time with your partner is a sign that there is frustration and regrettably, your relationship is coming to a close. Getting things off your chest once in a while by yelling at each other in a fight can be healthy. This shows that both care about what’s going on. On the other hand, when couples fight and you can’t resolve the issues, this is the time where a woman should seriously think about ending the relationship. Both have to have a desire to work things out. Not coming to a resolution means there’s no relationship there. There are certain things that couples can do to stop the abuse in fighting. Stop using foul language. It can be okay to yell but using profanity in your argument makes something that might be nothing worse. Ask yourself if you’re doing something that’s not right over and over again. There might be a bad habit that doesn’t sit right with your partner that you have to address. Things like this happen, the relationship can be fixed. But starting fights for no reason at all means it’s time to move on.

3. HE DOESN’T SUPPORT YOUR INTERESTS, PASSIONS, AND AMBITIONS

5 Things A Woman Will NEVER Let A Guy Do In A Relationship

All women need support, especially when it relates to your interests, passions and ambitions. Men should go over well and beyond over what a normal person would do. Lack of support and belief in a woman and not motivating her means it’s time that the relationship should come to an end. Wise women take stock of men who can take the relationship to the next level. Supporting interests, passions and ambitions and stating that she can do anything she puts her mind to is something all women need. Confident women sometimes fall and it’s up to the man to support her and pick her up. Taking an interest in the things that a woman likes is important to most women. A man doesn’t necessarily have to like everything that a woman is passionate about, men just need to understand and support a woman with her dreams. This woman has high expectations and standards and she doesn’t budge. She knows what she wants in a man and doesn’t settle for anything but the best.

2. HE FORCES YOU TO QUIT YOUR JOB

5 Things A Woman Will NEVER Let A Guy Do In A Relationship

Jobs versus a relationship should never have to be chosen. Women work hard and accomplish many things in their career and they’re not going to put it all aside because a man can’t take a woman working in a relationship. Sometimes, it’s the hours that a woman might put into her career that a man has a problem with. Time will be made to spend with the man who is important to a woman. There are just some things that a woman has to do and a job, no matter how long she has to work is something that a man should understand. If a man is trying to get a woman to change or quit her job altogether, it might turn into an abusive relationship. Confident women will keep their job because it’s a form of security if a relationship goes bad. She won’t have to depend on anybody else to take care of her, because she can take care of herself.

1.  EMOTIONAL OR PHYSICAL ABUSE

5 Things A Woman Will NEVER Let A Guy Do In A Relationship

Becoming a strong and independent woman means putting your foot down and saying no to abuse. It’s easy to say, but when a woman is in an abusive relationship, more often than not she stays. Why? The men threaten some women that they date. Others don’t have jobs. So, a break means going to some homeless shelter or moving back in with your parents. Some women develop the need to stay in an abusive relationship. This is because their parents were abusive. Abusive relationships seem normal. To get to the point of being strong and independent means being able to support yourself without relying on anybody else for aid. Saving money for a rainy day is necessary because you never know what’s going to happen. When emotional or physical abuse occurs, the strong and independent woman can pick up, leave and start a new life. Being independent means also having your own form of transportation. Women who are smart are always prepared for the worst.

 

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Tales of Rock – America

America is a rock band, formed in England in 1970 by multi-instrumentalists Dewey Bunnell, Dan Peek, and Gerry Beckley. The trio first met as sons of U.S. Air Force personnel stationed in London, where they began performing live.

America achieved significant popularity in the 1970s and was famous for the trio’s close vocal harmonies and light acoustic folk rock sound. This popularity was confirmed by a string of hit albums and singles, many of which found airplay on pop/soft rock stations.

The band came together shortly after the members’ graduation from high school, and a record deal with Warner Bros. Records followed. Their debut 1971 self-titled album America, produced the transatlantic hits “A Horse with No Name” and “I Need You“; Homecoming (1972) produced the single “Ventura Highway“; and Hat Trick (1973), a modest success on the charts which fared poorly in sales, produced one minor hit song “Muskrat Love“. 1974’s Holiday featured the hits “Tin Man” and “Lonely People“; and 1975’s Hearts generated the number one single “Sister Golden Hair” alongside “Daisy Jane“. History: America’s Greatest Hits, a compilation of hit singles, was released the same year and was certified multi-platinum in the United States and Australia. Peek left the group in 1977, and their commercial fortunes declined, despite a brief return to the top in 1982 with the single “You Can Do Magic“.

The group continues to record material and tour with regularity. Their 2007 album Here & Now was a collaboration with a new generation of musicians who credited the band as an influence. America won a Grammy Award for Best New Artist at the 15th Annual Grammy Awards. The group has also been inducted into the Vocal Group Hall of Fame and has received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame.

Cool piece of Trivia: All of their album titles begin with the letter “H” with exception to their first album, America, which is commonly referred to as their Horse With No Name LP, named for the number one hit from that album in 1972. The albums are:

 

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Church – Dedication and Inspiration

You’ve been through so much, but you’ve always been there for me.”

 ded·i·ca·tion
ˌdedəˈkāSH(ə)n/
noun
 
  1. the quality of being dedicated or committed to a task or purpose.
    “his dedication to his duties”
  2. commitmentapplicationdiligenceindustryresolveenthusiasmzeal, consciencentiousness, perseverancepersistencetenacitydrivestaying power;

I’ve been writing phicklephilly for over a year and a half now. I’m happy to be writing and creating again after 10 years of silence.

I thank the lovely lady that inspired it despite the extenuating circumstances. (See: My ABOUT page.)

Its been an amazing and cathartic journey, and I’ve really discovered for the first time in my life that if you write it down, you can come to terms with it. No matter what it is.

Well, it works for me.

I was hanging out with my buddy Church last Monday. That’s sort of our move each week. He drives into the city, finds parking, (Because he is the KING of finding parking) stops by the salon, then we head out for food and some social time.

I look forward to it every week.

We cover everything.

His work.

Mine.

Our lives.

Frustration.

Women.

Our goals, and whatever else we need to discuss.

Our #1 bartender in the city, Roman is at the helm making sure we’re happy at his bar. (See: Roman – Rock and Roll Bartender)

Church and I are chatting and swiping on online dating sites and laughing about the challenges of modern dating.

I’m pounding expensive Chardonnay for free and Church is sipping his beverage and devouring delicious calamari.

We’re talking about an encounter he had earlier, where he had the opportunity to spend some time with an attractive young lady for a bit.

Of course I’m full of praise and happy that he’s had a nice afternoon with a member of the opposite sex. (I saw her pics and she’s lovely)

I think this comes at a critical moment because when you read Monday’s post, you’ll see that after a year and a half of going on so many dates I’ve at last reached critical mass with a lovely lady that I’ve been dating for a while. (See: Cherie – Love at First Swipe)

Church and I are talking, exchanging ideas, and having our usual Monday night meeting when it suddenly hits me…

Phicklephilly needs to be more than just a collection of past and present relationship stories, Tales of Rock, and crazy dating encounters.

(Don’t worry fans and followers, I’m glad you continue to read and comment on my little adventures. All of that crazy shit will continue to happen. Don’t worry. There are so many more tales to tell!)

Buy things are getting real.

I’ve always thrown out the occasional Wednesday dating advice column, but I never took it seriously.  I looked at it as something else I could offer to help people, but it was never a serious part of this blog.

To be honest, my goal from the beginning was to write for myself and get everything out of my head. But trying to come up with quality, entertaining content on a consistent basis became job 1 for me as I moved forward on my journey as a writer.

This thunder-clap arrived last Monday night when I was on my third Chard with Church. 

It’s my duty as a writer not just to dedicate my time to telling MY story and documenting MY journey in life, but to offer some help and advice to my readers about dating and relationships in general based on my rich experience.

What to do?

The phicklephilly calendar is packed with content. How will I do it? How can I bring quality dating and relationship advice to my audience on a consistent basis?

I thought on this long and hard, until I reached a solution.

I’ve been showcasing my friend JAD’s blog every Saturday for the past year on phicklephilly. I love JAD’s work and she writes brilliant, heartfelt stories from her life. If I can meet her one day I would be truly honored.

But I’m out of space and I have to do this.

Here she is:

The date with no name!!

Read her stuff. It’s really wonderful. Follow her work.

But starting this Saturday, I will offer dating advice on a consistent basis.

EVERY DAY at NOON. (For the next 90 days, then we’ll settle into advice on Saturdays only)

You read that right. I’m going to bring fresh dating and relationship advice every day on phicklephilly.

I loved promoting JAD’s blog on my platform and I hope it’s garnered her more followers. (It’s certainly kept my weekend traffic up. (Thank you JAD! xoxo)

But since my Monday night with Church I’ve been brainstorming and creating every kind of dating advice my brain can muster.

My friend Church has once again been an inspiration to me. 

I wanted to keep JAD’s stories on here running every Saturday through 2020, but I need the space. I hope she understands and we’ll still be friends, but I have to do this.

I will continue to bring you all stories of my journey through dating, romance and love in Philadelphia.

Please join me on my journey into my musical career in the coming months.

My first band in Philly, then Wildwood, New Jersey and then Los Angeles. (Shit’s gonna get crazy. Crimes will be committed, others will be blamed)

There will always be Sun Stories about the salon and there are some coming up that will blow your mind!

I’ll always pepper my content with crazy dating stories from my past just to keep the content hot.

Phicklephilly has been such an incredible catharsis for me spiritually, emotionally and mentally. (Writing down your feelings really works, right?)

 

Thank you all again, and most of all to my dear friend Church. (read his stories on here. They’re SO good!)

Thank you for being in my life. I love you, man.

You’ve been through so much, but you’ve always been there for me.

I’ll always be there for you. (Just a text away!)

So from now on when you see me post at noon… That’s dedicated to you, Church. I always want to be helping.

I’ve been scrambling all week with phicklephilly. You think you have everything all laid out and scheduled, and then inspiration hits.

All of my cushy Saturday content has been covered for the last year is now gone. I am now faced with creating new Dating and Relationship content for every day going forward.

I did it, not knowing that it would tear a huge hole in the hull of my weekly posts.

What was once a full month of stories I could cruise and edit and work on new stories, has now become a nightmare. I’ve been writing new material and retooling phicklephilly for the past week since Monday. (I’ve always been an over achiever due to my low self-esteem, so let’s hope I can meet this workload with out the wheels coming off phicklephilly.)

I’ll tell you what… Realistically, I’ll attempt to do this every day for the next three months. If I see that it’s working, I’ll soldier forth, but if not I’ll relinquish dating and relationship advice to every Saturday. 

Fair enough?

This has all happened during our busy season at the salon and me with help of my staff are slaying it like bosses!

 

Monday will always be love and relationships. Sweet Cherie owns that for now. (As long as she stays in my life!) (See: Cherie- Love at first Swipe)

Tuesday through Thursday will be the usual content of crazy dates, Sun Stories, and my usual whimsy and obsessions)

Friday in 2018 will be owned by some very revealing, personal experiences, and my musical history. These stories have been an absolute joy for me to tell, and I hope you enjoy them with me.

Friday in 2019 will be the road map from my first band and how that shaped me, to the odyssey  to California to play rock in Hollywood in the early eighties.

Saturday will be dating advice at 8am starting in July.

I’ll keep it consistent in regard to the dating and relationship foundation of this blog, (That’s the phicklephilly brand) but I’m expanding as a writer. (Sadly, you’ll have to hear about my family. Kidding, Janice!)

There’s going to be stories that may seem unsettling at times, but they must be told.

I’m not going to hold anything back. 

That’s why I came here.

Finally.

And so did all of you.

Thank you.

Stay tuned!

Church…

Please embrace these three videos because they fucking rock.

Better days are coming!

See you Monday night, my friend!

 

 

 

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Sun Stories – Maybe I Should Get a Little Color

So in anticipation of me sleeping with Cherie at the Club Quarters this Saturday, I decided I needed to get a little color. I get to tan for free since I work at the salon. I’ve been busy and really don’t think about tanning that much. Trish on the other hand goes on a weekly basis. She looks good. Even though she tans for free as well, she’ll pay $5 to upgrade to the best bed in the house. It’s an amazing piece of equipment. Aqua misting, three settings, (Basic, Mediterranean & Caribbean) and P2 vitamin D lamps, for a little extra zing.

So I figured if I’m going to be seen naked I should at least look tan. Of course Cherie doesn’t have to worry about that. It had been awhile, so when I opened the Thursday before our meeting, I decided to hop in one of the stand up units. We have two of them and they’re both powerful beds. The stand up units are 230 watts of power of UV light being radiated out of 52 bulbs that surround you for a full 9 minutes.

I plugged in my phone and put on some Alice and Chains, and rocked out for the full-time. But did I remember that I hadn’t been tanning in over three weeks? No, I did not. Did I take into account that these were some of the strongest beds in the house? No, I did not. I didn’t do any of those things.

So when I got out, my face looked a little red. By noon, I resembled something you’d order with drawn butter at Red Lobster. My face was super red. A few hours later when I was in the restroom, I saw that the rest of me was pink! As always I must be truthful with my readers. Even the glans of my penis was sunburned! It was all red and tender. I’m thinking, great. What if it’s too sore to do anything with Cherie on Saturday? (See photo below)

 

Oh, did you really think I was going to post a picture of my penis on my blog? Shame on you!

The next day I went to an interview with a potential employer to sell advertising. I felt compelled to explain my bright red face. So embarrassing. She said she thought it was just high blood pressure.

Thanks. Thanks a lot. I think they liked me though. I met the publisher, the owner, and one of their long-term salespeople. I’m hoping they make me an offer soon. Well, by the time you read this I will be working somewhere.

I hope this turns to tan by Saturday when I see Cherie, or I’m going to freak out.

 

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