Sabrina – Making the Connection

I get to Misconduct around 12:30. I say hello to Mary the hostess (See: Mary – 2016 to Present – Unexpected Table for Two) and go to my table which is number twelve.

We chit chat a bit and Sabrina rolls in around 1pm. We hug and she takes a seat. I’m happy to see her again. First time we ever hung out was yesterday, and now here we are again the very next day.

I get my usual chicken tenders and she goes with the burger. She tells me it may be the best burger she’s ever had. That’s a bold statement, but I can tell she loved it because she devoured the whole thing.

After lunch we move to a bigger table and I break out my box of business cards. They’re cards I have collected over the years from several bars and restaurants. I have loads of contacts in the industry and I want to help Sabrina get a gig as a part time server.

I start going through the cards and text some people. Sabrina is looking through the cards to to find some places she may want to work. She’s very grateful for the assistance and I’m happy to do it. I like helping people.

We go through them and I’m texting and emailing some people. I can she she’s stressed about this dilemma, but at least we’re taking action instead of just worrying about it.

People are getting back to me and she’s filled with hope. She leaves around 3pm and I tell her I’ll keep working on it. She gives me a hug and off she goes.

As people get back to me with leads and more, I push the information to Sabrina.

The next day we’re still texting and I tell her that my contact at Marathon has some news. He wants her to come to the restaurant at 10:30am tomorrow for an interview.

11:15am on Friday my phone rings. It’s Sabrina.

“I got the job! I start on Monday!”

“I’m so proud of you Sabrina! Well done! Anybody can help you get a job, but it’s you who has to keep it!”

“Thank you so much!”

So let’s recap. Monday she has a panic attack when they cut her hours at her regular job. Tuesday she contacts me for help. We have lunch, get to know each other, and assemble a plan. Wednesday we execute that plan at our second lunch. Thursday events happen. Friday she’s hired at a good restaurant.

Anything else I can do for you Sabrina?

 

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Sabrina – Good Morning

Sweet, lovely Sabrina text me this morning. It was a simple, “Good Morning.”

“Hi Sabrina!”

“Did I wake you? I need some positivity this morning.”

“No. What’s up, dear?”

“Just stressed about my job. The boss is never happy. I’m stressed about my ex. He’s pushing me to do things before I want to do them. I just feel like shit.”

“Can you meet for lunch today?”

Yes, I’m sure I can. What time and where?”

I had to work at the salon later, so I suggested noon at Locust Rendezvous. But she wanted to do a little later and not a bar that looks like a tavern. More of a lunch spot. (I should have realized this, based on her past with addiction and recovery.) I just wanted the $5 burger they have there. I secede and suggest Rachael’s at 12:30. She likes that idea much better. Racheal’s is my weekend breakfast spot. I love the food and the prices.

I get there and she appears shortly thereafter. She looks lovely as ever. We go up to the counter and order then return to our table. The place is quiet and this is the first time we’ve ever met outside of the salon. Technically our first date if that’s what this is.

Am I attracted to Sabrina? Of course. Do I care that she’s used heroin for 7 years and has been clean 8 months? No. I want her to be well and live a happy sober life. Do I care that she lived in a halfway house with Jill because she had to be sent there? Nope. She’s a nice lady that had a shitty marriage and got addicted to drugs. But she’s clean now and I like being around her. If I get bored or annoyed with her I’ll cool it. I’ve written about all of the crazy women that I used to hang out with and date in this forum. I only surround myself with good people now. I’ve cut off all of those people and I’m much happier and more calm for it. Jill, Kaja and Sabrina are all nice women that just made some bad choices, but I believe it’s never too late to change for the better. When I was with the crazies they were still in crazy mode. These good women have come out on the other side and hopefully for good.

At this point in my life I like spending time with people who are calm and nice. No more drama. I’ve had enough for two lifetimes. So many of the people who now live in the past and out of my head are just shitty people. I blame their lifestyle choices and their parents. I also love to work and my alone time, so I dig a lunch or a happy hour but beyond that…see ya!

Sabrina and I have a wonderful lunch. We’re chatting for the first time outside of the salon and we can really get to know each other. She’s telling me about her life and what’s been happening, but I don’t need all the details. We just glide across the surface. Marriage, divorce, kids, work. Just first date stuff for people who have ‘seen some things.’ Normally you should never talk about any of your ex’s on a first date, but I discover that she’s still married to her husband. I don’t care. They’re separated so they can date if that’s what they’ve agreed. Not my concern. She’s living in the house and he’s moved out. She’s gotten out of the halfway house because I’m assuming she did her time and stayed clean. Her husband is a contractor and she was a stay at home mom for 12 years. Oh, she has two kids. They live with Dad and she gets to see them on Saturdays. From what she’s told me he sounds like he’s being a dick, slacking on the house payments and utilities, and saying he doesn’t have any money. But Sabrina has access to all of the accounts. He’s not good at any of that, so she still has all the passwords. She can see that he’s spending hundreds of dollars out at the bars. So it’s all a pretty typical divorce mess.

In the State of Pennsylvania, if she stayed home for all of her twenties (She’s 32) The court will have to take that into account. He was the sole breadwinner while she had to forgo her career to raise the kids so dad is going to have to pay her alimony. So that’s good for her. He’ll also have to cash her out on the house, and divide up the assets. So it would really benefit her to begin divorce proceedings.

Recently the company she works for have cut the hours of some of the staff. Because some of their outdoor bars and beer gardens have closed for the season. This and her husband are really stressing her out. I’m afraid if she gets really stressed she could use again and then she’s back in a drug fueled world of shit.

“What are you looking to do?”

“I was thinking I could maybe get a job as a server.”

She knows that I have the hook up with a lot of the bars and restaurants around the city. She also knows that I’ve helped people get jobs. So she asks for my help.

“What are you doing tomorrow, Sabrina?”

“What are you thinking?” She smiles.

“I get my business cards for all of the bars and restaurants in the city. We get lunch at Misconduct. Then we go through the cards and I reach out to places we think are appropriate for you to work as a server.”

“I love Misconduct! I’ve only been there once! Yes! If you could do that and help me that would be wonderful!”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“Thank you!”

The sandwiches they served us were enormous. Delicious and fresh, but gigantic. I guess the average person that goes there and orders a sandwich wants to stuff their head with a king sized wad of meat. I want a sandwich like the ones my mom used to make. Something that has reasonable portions and I can get my mouth around to bite it. Not rip into a pile of meat like a jackal. I see that she could only eat half of her hot Rueben and I’m in the same situation with my roast beef. There is a half a sandwich left and it’s as big as one sandwich. I grab us a couple of to-go shells and we put our sandwiches in them and head out.

We walk east on Sansom and we’re chatting and come upon a homeless woman lying on a piece of cardboard on the sidewalk.

I bend down. “Would you like this fresh sandwich? It’s really good.”

The poor woman turns on her side and starts opening the container. “Thank you.”

We continue walking down the street.

“You’re my kind of guy.”

“That’s a woman lying in the street. I had to do it.”

“I could cry. I can feel my heart.”

We agree again on tomorrow and I tell her to take a deep breath and just know it will all work out. She hugs me and thanks me for everything.

I watch as she walks north on 18th street and admired her beauty. Wow. First date. She reached out to me and made it happen. Got to know each other and good energy flowed. Second date is tomorrow and maybe I can help her find a part-time job. Fed a homeless person and impressed her.

Sometimes all it takes to get the ball rolling are the words:

“Good Morning.”

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 7 – Timing is Everything

My mind’s been reeling since the possibility of having dinner with the lovely Kita. I wrote a fantasy piece about her a week ago and now part of it is coming true. Should I start writing about the lottery?

I had an incredible Friday into Saturday with my girlfriend, Cherie.  It’s always magic and we are such a perfect match. I love her very much.  She’s a wonderful woman and I’ blessed to have her in my life.  The pleasure she bestows upon me are beyond words. It is euphoric but doesn’t own me like when I was with Annabelle.

But phicklephilly isn’t going to write itself.

The plan was made to have dinner with lovely Kita last week. I couldn’t believe I was able to pull it off. It hasn’t happened yet, and there are a myriad of things that could go wrong, but I’m an eternal optimist. I’m prepared for it to fall apart at any moment, but I am hopeful of the outcome.

I just want to sit across from this beauty and share a meal with her. That’s it. I love the idea of meeting new, pretty women and getting to know them. Cherie is my queen, but is sometimes absent for long periods of time.

I love the hunt. The thrust and parry of romancing women. That’s always been the inspiration for this blog. I’ve covered so many topics and times in my life but this is my favorite part. If my buddy Church knew I was doing this he would firmly disapprove, but fortune favors the bold and he would never understand what I’m doing. But Johnny R. and my pal Robert and James would.

I have compartmentalized my life. That’s what I tell my close friends. Sleeping dogs need to slumber and the cards must be kept close to the vest.

I made the dinner plans with Kita last Thursday and in classic phicklephilly fashion let the lure hit the bottom and cool off for few days. I can’t seem to eager. I can’t just leap onto the rocks and start chomping at this baby seal. I need to swim a bit and keep my dorsal fin hidden for a few days.

We always want that which retreats from us. 

I put Cherie on the train back to Pottstown today after our magical session. I had planned on running some errands today, but the store was closed and it was all a bust. I don’t care. I can pick up that stuff next week. I stopped at the salon to see Summer and go tanning.

Her boyfriend Jax was there chilling and I’m always happy to see them both. The crazy young couple has soldiered forth with their relationship.

I go into the stand up unit in room 4. It has an input for an audio cord so you can plug-in your phone and rock out to your own tunes. Of course I do this and listen to Joan Jett sing “Do you want to touch?”, “Highway Tune” by Greta Van Fleet (Amazing!) and “To the Top” by Krokus. (From the glorious album, ‘ One Vice at a Time.’)

I hang  bit more and then decide to get some food. I was thinking MacDonald’s, then Giovanni’s Pizza. I settled on the latter and walk in and order a slice and a small drink.

This guy I used to work with approaches me and says: “I got his meal.”

I’m grateful and we chat. The crazy irony of this is that I have been taking meetings with him in the last few weeks and he wants me to sell a new phone app that his company has been developing. He had just texted and called me an hour ago to tell me that they were ready to go forward with me.

I’m stunned. What kind of serendipity shit is this?

The guy that wants me to work for his company and wants to finalize the deal next week, is in the pizza bar I decide to go to for a quick bite instead of MacDonald’s. I just want a little food before I go crush three Chardonnays over at one of my favorite bars with my friend Prova.

The guy is hanging at the bar with his dad drinking a beer. I can’t make this stuff up! We sure up some dates this week and agree to meet again. I rip into my free slice and soda. The only thing better than free pizza is free drinks.

Later I go hang at Prova’s bar for a few and when the places gets crowded, I bail. No discount which kind of irks me. I did go on a run to Dunkin’ Donuts for coffee and pastries for her and the other bartender. But I really don’t care, because things are good and I’m happy to see these girls.

I sometimes like traveling solo to bars where I know the staff. I get all of the attention and I’m not responsible for anyone else’s happiness but my own. That’s not selfish. That’s just me being a Leo.

I pay the bill and head back to the batcave in Rittenhouse.  I know when I get there I have a few things to do. I have to write-up the calendar invite for dinner to Kita. I have to also push my contact info to her. I have to do this today.

I let the moment cool. I waited a few days and now the dorsal fin has to surface for a moment. My father used to say, “Timing is everything.” My dad was great at absorbing original things that other people have said and making it his own. But he did take from the greats and I use his stuff in my own life. Creativity is what springs from the greatest minds but we need good recorders to carry the info of others and present it to the masses. He was good at that.

He had a great mind, but struggled with himself as we all do. But I have learned much from that mighty Jedi.

He may be dead but his spirit and words and ideals live strong in me today. I’ve passed them on to my daughter Lorelei. That keeps him alive in us all.

I pour a glass of chardonnay and light a cigarette.

The calendar invite has to be perfect. There are no second chances or missteps allowed with this rare bird.

Kita knows I’m going to do this but I like that she has no idea when it will all happen.

I hope it doesn’t fizzle the moment I send it.

I have to believe in my powers and my fatal charm is firmly in place. The groundwork has been laid and all I need to do now is follow through with my plan.

But at this point of my life I’m prepared for disappointment and failure. I’ve had enough of that so I’m good with whatever the outcome.

I prepare the invite. Make sure it’s perfect and it’s ready to go.

I put on some heavy metal music. The Haunted comes to mind. I don’t know why. Probably because they crank out some furious shit  that could go any way depending on the outcome of this Saturday send to Kita.

I take a sip of wine and a pull from my cig. I go with sharing my contact info on my phone first. I make sure it’s correct and hit send.

Off we go…

Then I send the calendar invite for our dinner date at Gran Caffee L’ Aquila.

Liftoff.

It’s done. Fingers crossed.

Now we wait… (The worst part, but I’m prepared for the inevitable.}

I go back to making out with my wine and cigarette. I never smoke or drink around Cherie. She’s not much of a drinker and I would never smoke around her because that shit is disgusting to a non smoker. Respect.

I start writing about our little foray last night and this morning. It was glorious and as always really good. Sex and peace for my baby girl.

It was a spectacular fourteen hours with my love so there is much to write in my ongoing love letter to her.

But then my phone pings.

“Charles!!!!”

I respond accordingly; “Kita!!!!”

“Are you in tomorrow???”

I love her urgency. I pray she’s sitting home alone studying on a Saturday night.

“11 to 4!” (Sun emoji,  because it’s a tanning salon)

“Okay! I’ll see you!”

“Great! See you tomorrow”

“(Smiley emoji with the little hands up)

That’s adorable and affectionate. I’m smitten. I am going to be trembling when she comes in tomorrow. It should be dead tomorrow so I’m hoping that she can hang out and chat.

I love Kita… phicklephilly style.

Can’t wait to see her tomorrow. So far the plan is working.

Please pray for me she makes it to dinner next week.

 

 

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The Beach House – Chapter 7

“Well, it is a new kitchen. Monica stocked it all, and I don’t know where anything is yet.” I added a stupid smile to try and cover my ignorance.

“The same Monica who told me that if I didn’t detox, I would go to jail?” Mia seemed truly intrigued by the web of Monica.

“Yep, and told me to help you detox or she wouldn’t speak to me again.” I didn’t think before I spoke. I regretted my statement immediately and turned to Mia in attempt to rephrase.

“So you love this Monica?” What? Where did that come from?

“No! Absolutely not! We don’t even like each other.” I kind of blurted it out quickly. I didn’t want anyone thinking I had any romantic desires for Monica.

“So why would you agree to help me?” She seemed intrigued as well as a bit agitated.

“She does things for me.” I felt a bit nervous. I was screwing things up again. “I’m not good with people, so I pay her to take care of things.” I pointed around the house. “All of this she did in three weeks.” Saying it out loud sounded a bit ludicrous. I fell back to the truth and quietly added, “I’m glad she made me do it.” Mia looked at me funny.

“You’re glad she made you clean up my puke?” Mia was incredulous. I should never have opened my mouth. Why can’t I ever think before I speak to other people? I couldn’t look her in the eyes, so I looked at the floor.

“I’d do it again if it meant you would sit with me on the beach again.” God, it sounded pathetic. I was pathetic. I heard a gasp and expected the worse. I wasn’t going to hide from it this time. I lifted my head and Mia had a hand over her mouth. She had a strained look in her eyes. I guess she thought it was pathetic too. She shook her head and ran to the hall bathroom.

The retching started immediately followed by coughing and crying. She was in pain, and I felt it. I didn’t make the pancakes fast enough. I ran to the bathroom with no idea what I was going to do about it. Her entire body went into convulsions each time she tried to throw up. Hardly anything was coming out, and you could see the pain in her eyes. There was nothing I could do. I sat down next to her and pulled her hair out of the toilet. I spent the next fifteen minutes trying not to cry.

Mia finally pulled back from the rim of the toilet wincing in pain. “God, that hurt!” There were tears down her face, and her eyes looked like they had just been punched. I grabbed a washcloth and soaked it with warm water. I sat back down and began to wipe her face clean. “I like you too, Dale.” She gave me a weak smile. Her eyes were completely bloodshot and underlined by dark moons, her nose was bright red and runny, and she was pale as a ghost. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met. I hugged her to me.

I finally got some water into her. I had her wrapped up in a blanket against me on the couch as another bout of shivering ran through her whole body. As I held her, I wondered how she broke through my walls. I stroked her hair and couldn’t understand why I wanted to help her. I never wanted to help anyone before. I knew it wasn’t because she saved my life, and it wasn’t because of Monica’s threats. I wanted her pain to go away. It hurt me to watch her. I ran my hand down her arm and saw the history of self abuse. Little bruised needle marks trying to heal. I didn’t understand why I didn’t find her appalling. I wondered if she would stay after she was better. A little fear began to fester. I shoved it aside. I knew where fear would lead. I would prefer that she left me than to shut her out again.

The night was long. I held Mia when she needed it and gave her space when she needed it. I always came back. She barely slept. Wave after wave of awfulness tore through her body. I cried when she wasn’t looking. I have never seen anyone in such misery. She finally passed out around eight in the morning. I covered her and left her to sleep. I was so happy that it she was out of pain for the moment. I wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

I was just pouring a cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to Dr. Williams. “Good morning, Doc,” I said with a smile. Normally, a morning visitor would piss me off. “Got some fresh coffee on. Like a cup?”

“You’re looking a bit more chipper than I expected. And yes, I would like one. Black.” Wally smiled back and headed into the house. “How’s Mia?”

“She’s been sleeping for about an hour. She had a rough night, but we got through it.” I poured him a cup of joe and handed it across the counter. He grabbed the cup and looked at me strangely.

“I’ve got to say, Mr. Tomlinson…” I quickly held up my hand and interrupted.

“Please… Call me Dale.” I’d never done that before. It just seemed the right thing to do, and it made me feel good.

“Well Dale, I have a really good idea of what happened in the last 24 hours.” He was examining my face as I took another sip of coffee. “I expected you to be a bit more frazzled. In fact I was surprised when I didn’t get a phone call last night.” I smiled. I didn’t think I could explain it to him.

“I don’t know how to explain it. We kind of got into a rhythm.” I took another sip of coffee. For some reason, it tasted better than usual. “I think I actually helped make it less horrible.” I smiled at the thought. That is exactly what I did.

“You’d make a hell of a nurse.” He nodded his head to me as he took another sip. I wondered if he thought the coffee was good. “Not many people are built to handle a detox.” I smiled inwardly at the compliment. He chuckled a bit, “I think that Monica thought it was going to be a bit tougher on you.” Now, that made me smile outwardly!

“Who knew? Yesterday, I would have agreed with her.” No need to hide the fact that this was new to me also. I actually enjoyed surprising the doctor as much as myself. I hoped secretly that he would convey his thoughts to Monica as well. Wally pulled a pill bottle out of his pocket and laid it on the counter.

“Sometime today or tomorrow, the violent symptoms will cease.” His voice slipped into a clinical tone. “As soon as Mia can hold down food, she needs to start taking these vitamins.” he was gesturing to the bottle. “They should help rebuild her a bit quicker. The detox has a tendency to zap the body pretty hard.” His expression became more serious, and he made sure he had my attention. “Dale, the next part is a bit harder.” I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Detox will lower her tolerance for heroin. It is extremely important that she not begin using again.” He again made sure he had my attention. “Mia could easily overdose if she went back to her old patterns.” Fuck! That wasn’t at all a pleasant thought. I didn’t even think someone would consider reuse after what I saw yesterday.

“You are going to have to find out why she started using and ended up driving that boat into the rocks.” He was very serious, and I didn’t like what he was implying.

“She was just stoned and lost control of the boat.” I was trying to defend Mia. There is no way she meant to hit the rocks. His face became more sympathetic.

“Heroin doesn’t remove all your inhibitions. It doesn’t suddenly make you stupid. It removes the pain of life.” He was having trouble explaining. “She meant to hit those rocks, and she didn’t expect to survive it.” Oh God! I didn’t want to hear this. Somehow I envisioned the heroin was some kind of accident that got out of hand. It was a much better history than what he was proposing.

“We have to find out why she did it.” I was looking down at my coffee cup. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to continue. “She is not going to want to tell you.” I remembered the pain when she told me to “get the fuck out!” I would take the puking any day over that. “If she doesn’t face her demons, her future is not good. We have to heal both her body and her mind.” I looked up from my cup, and I knew my eyes were watering and my hands were shaking. His expression quickly changed.

“Oh shit! I didn’t realize,” Wally continued in a softer tone. “I can bring in a professional to get her through this. This can get pretty painful, and feelings get hurt during the process.” He looked at me with sorrowful expression. “It’s normal that you would feel a bond with your patient, but it’s rarely healthy if you let it go too far.” Suddenly I was pissed. That he would insinuate that my concern was some kind of normal bonding process that should be ignored. Mia wasn’t just my patient. She was as much my nurse as I was hers.

“Mia and I are two sorry fucked-up individuals.” I didn’t care how it sounded. Wally looked shocked at my statement. “We will get through this together and we don’t need any psychiatrist screwing things up.” I was looking him straight in the face. In the past, I would have left the room instead of entering into a confrontation. Not now, not with Mia at stake.

“Dale, I don’t think…” Wally was interrupted by a weak voice from the hallway.

“You heard him Doc.” It was Mia, dressed in my robe and pale as ever, leaning against the wall. She was looking at me. “I’m not going through this with anyone but Dale.” Her smile was weak, but it felt like an ocean of waves. Wally looked between Mia and me a couple of times and sighed.

“Okay. If you two are still friends after this, I will eat my hat.” He realized he couldn’t stop it. “I would still like to drop in and monitor your physical recovery Mia.” I still couldn’t believe she backed me up. In public. I answered for her.

“That would be great Doc. I would hate for her to be sick any longer than necessary.” I realized I was still staring at Mia’s smile and quickly returned to looking at Wally. He was shaking his head, wearing a smile.

“Not what I expected at all.” He chuckled and held his hand out to me. I shook it and winked at Mia. “I’ll be back in two days to give you a physical, Mia.” She gave him a weak wave. I showed him out the door. I gathered Mia in my arms.

“I was hoping you would sleep a bit longer.” I whispered to her. She still looked weak.

“I got your back baby.” I know she tried to sound strong, but it just kind of trickled out. So adorable. I brought her back to bed. She surprised me by dropping the robe before climbing naked into the bed. I felt guilty admiring her curves as I pulled the covers over her naked form. “I am so tired… Just can’t seem to stay asleep.” She yawned as she said it.

“Be right back.” I said and for some reason I kissed her forehead. It was cold and clammy but very soft. I headed to my office library room or at least what I envisioned Monica thought it should be. I looked across the shelves and picked up my 25-year-old copy of The Hobbit. Sitting on the desk was the book I was reading the day Mia saved my life. I knocked it into the trash. I was sick of my old rules and the book really sucked.

I pulled a chair up next to Mia. I sat and propped my legs up on the edge of the bed. I opened the book and began to read. I always loved The Hobbit and the trilogy that followed. A story of the small and meek defeating evil and changing the course of all for the better. It got me through some pretty tough times. I wasn’t sure it would suit Mia’s literary taste. I just figured her mind needed to rest. I would read, and she only had to listen. I looked over between paragraphs. Her eyes were closed, but she was wearing a smile. I could tell she was still awake. I continued reading.

By the time I got to the second chapter, Mia was out cold. Her head had tilted to one side, and her mouth had a little drool hanging on for dear life. I closed the book and watched her for a few minutes before my head drooped down and I joined her in dreamland.

 

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Cherie – Chapter 48 – Better to Give… Part 1

I’m in Awe…

Baby is determined to try to get down here this weekend. I think she’s shooting for Friday night when I finish at the salon. She says she has to go back around 11am or noon on Saturday, which is choice. Because that gives me time with her Friday night into Saturday for some greatest hits. I like this, because once she goes I’m off for the rest of the day from everything.

My daughter tells me we need paper towels for the kitchen. I’m a little curious about this because my vegan daughter Lorelei now owns my kitchen and uses all of the paper towels. I never touch a single one. But as a child who is nearly twenty-one she thinks all household stuff is paid for by parents.

I love her and I’m fine with it. I’m happy she’s my daughter.

I go to Walgreen’s and pick up two rolls of paper towels, a can of Axe body spray, (Phoenix. You’re welcome Axe or… I’m sorry Axe) A bag of kettle corn, (Cravings lately. Unexplained. Just love that stuff. It’ll pass.) condoms and a pack of cigs.

As I approach the counter I hope the cashier doesn’t put some sort of story together based on my purchases today…

Oh, this guy needs Axe body spray to attract a mate, and then he’s buying condoms in the hope he closes, and then he’s buying cigarettes to smoke after the sex. 

Or… He will eat the entire bag of kettle corn watching Netflix alone tonight when he fails miserably at the bar, using the paper towels to mop up his tears.

 

I’m at the salon on Friday and it’s quiet. A welcome repose from Thursday. It was busy yesterday night. I loved it. We made money, some of my favorite people stopped in, and the night flew by.

Cherie is on the train and on her way down to the city for the night. I lock up at 8pm and settle the drawer. She’s never been to the new salon. She texts me to ask whether she should come to me or head to my house.

I give her the address and tell her to come to the salon. I lock the doors and turn off the lights in the hallway. I hit the flashlight feature on my phone and head down the steps. The door downstairs opens and it’s Cherie!

She’s already off the train and here! I come down and give her a hug and a kiss. I’m so happy to see her. She looks great as always. Dark locks and sexy lips and hips. I’ve missed her. I’ve been thinking about her a lot this week.

Once I knew she confirmed for Friday night my hunger for her grew.

If you’ve been reading this blog you already know that I’ve accepted the fact that we can’t always be together. That’s just the way it is now. Cherie’s in school, working at the hospital, and taking care of her son. Just a full schedule.

But somehow love survives and thrives between us. A playful sweet love that has been built on a rich history over the last year. Our one year anniversary just happened two weeks ago. You would think that would be a time for great celebration and jewelry.

But she was in class and then at CHOP (Children’ Hospital) doing blood work for sick kids, and I was in meetings with an app company about selling their products in this market.

Cherie had to grow up fast in her twenties. Once you have a kid, that changes you if you’re made from anything good. Cherie is. She said to me tonight her son’s father doesn’t spend enough time with him and the support is light. I told her that I thought her ex had a good job and made decent money. She said he has five kids from two different ex-wives so he’s basically broke all the time.

“He’s white, right?”

(Laughs) “Yea. But my son is last on the list when it comes to support or time.”

“I’m sorry. But I’ve been divorced. Support is based on how many overnights he has with the child and how much income he earns. You can go to court and make him pay. It’s just a math equation.”

“You forget that we never married over the time we were together. There’s nothing in place for me to enforce it. I’m basically a single mother.”

By this point I’m lying next to her on my bed. We’re just talking before anything happens here. Her beautiful dark, almond eyes glisten with tears.

But no tears fall. She looks at me calmly describing her plight. She only blinks between statements.

My girlfriend is resolute.

“If my son’s father is going to fail and continue to fail as a father to his son with me, then I have to be the best mother I can to him.” She breathes deeply, never taking her eyes from mine. I see in her a strength I don’t know in anyone else I know. She means what she says and there’s no other choice for her. Cherie knows that because she’s lived in a world where she can count on no one but herself.

Her mom, dad and sister are great, but at the end of the day she knows she’s really the only one in her son’s life. This has been the painful and triumphant journey of many black women through history.

She’s beside me, her head supported by her hand on her side. I am lying on my back looking up to her. I realize in that moment, I truly am looking up to her.

She’s calm, and her words are sure. I love her. I love her so much in this moment. Looking upon her sheer will to survive.

I’m in awe.

 

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Sabrina – Hopeful

Poor girls and their substance abuse.

So the dust has settled and Jill is back tanning her ass at the salon and all is forgiven. She shows up with hot Sabrina the other night and I totally want to date her. I’ve actually been texting her that we should go out and do some sober fun things.

I figured it would be good for the blog. Drunk dude takes drinkie girl out for sober date and ice cream.

I have been talking to this old guy that comes in and tans and he works at the Walnut Street Theater. He wants to get me tickets because I helped him with a problem he had with his new phone and I’m the only one that listens to him complain. (He’s said this to me!)

He has access to tickets to shows at the theater and I want to take Jill’s hot friend Sabrina to them.

Thing is, Sabrina lives in a halfway house with Jill and is an addict like her. I talk to Sabrina and Jill clears the way with the coolness factor. But all drug addicts are liars and so is Sabrina. It’s ok. She says that her last boyfriend got her into drinking and it just took her like Jill. I get that. It’s okay. It happens, you have the gene and that shit takes you. I’ve met dozens of addicts.

But one day Jill is tanning and she tells me that with Sabrina her thing is heroin. Holy fuck. She’s super hot. She doesn’t look like a former junkie.

What do I do?

I go out with her. She’s been clean for over seven months. So could she have a drink or will the high of alcohol make her want to go up to Kensington and score some smack? I need to find this out before I go out with her. Maybe I’ll just stick to a show and some ice cream.

I’ll write more when and if the date happens.

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 1 – Hello Lovely

I met Kita when she came into the salon for the very first time. She walked in wearing a striped shirt, a light little jacket and a pair of black shorts. She is a petite Asian girl who is incredibly fit. She’s really tan. But it looks hot on her and her hair is dyed blonde.  She’s 21 years old and just moved to Philly from Florida. She’s completing the consent form and I’m making small talk as always.  I have her look at the camera so I can take her photo for identification. We have a rule at the salon, if they’re attractive we let them know we’re taking their picture so we can get a shot of that pretty face. If not we just take it without them knowing!

She’s really cute and has a world-class set of legs on her.

She’s originally from Washington DC.  But attended college in Florida before transferring up here to attend Drexel University to earn her degree in Hospitality Management.

She has a great tan and could be the poster child for our salon. Her tan is that incredible. But being from Florida the natural sun down there I assume kept her dark. It makes her look exotic and I love unique looking ladies. I make a fuss about how great her hair looks and she likes that.

I’m happy that we’ve acquired a new pretty client I can chat to and see when she comes in. She’s so cute!

I tell her about all of our products and services and the different packages. She goes with the monthly all access premium package. That’s eighty bucks a month and she has access to every bed in the house.

This chick is a serious tanner.

I send her into the best bed in the house and show her all of the features of the machine. Of course it’s the Alpha 6800. New this bed costs $35,000. 600 watts in the face tanner because the face is harder to tan than the rest of the body because it gets so much daily exposure. More ultra violet A rays than B rays so it browns the face rather than burn it. 180 watts of power in the tubes to bake you up delicious for the 10 minute maximum time. There are also 3 levels of tanning on this bed. Basic, Mediterranean, or Caribbean. In other words, dark, darker, or darkest. Makes sense right? The unit also has air conditioning throughout to keep you cool and there are two vents that extend outward toward your face to keep you cool. There’s a plug-in the upper left of the bed that you can hook up to your phone so you can listen to your own music while you tan. Rockin’! Last but certainly not least there are two little nozzles in there that aqua mist you during your session. Glorious. It is ‘the experience’ when it comes to tanning.

Of course Kita has to go into this bed because she’s paid for the experience, and baby deserves the best. She’s sociable and nice. I start to have a shine for her, beyond her having spectacular legs.

In she goes and I finish putting her info into our system. She’ll start to come in on a regular basis now and I’ll get to see her and hopefully get to know her. In the meantime I’ll check out her Instagram and see what her life is like. (Come on… everybody does that.)

This is a short piece, but Kita seems like a great girl and I find her interesting. There’s just something about her that radiates good energy. People come in here to tan from all walks of life. Some are great fun people to talk to and others are duds.

This little lady is a shining star who has my full attention.

We’ll see what happens.

 

 

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