Two days later, I was working on a Saturday for Trish. (See: Trish 2012 to Present – The She Wolf) Normally I never work on a Saturday, and Friday I had worked open to close, but my buddy Johnny (See: Johnny R. 2011 to Present – Needle in the Groove) wasn’t able to come into the city for the South Street Spring Festival this year. We usually go to that every year and day drink our faces off, and then watch the Kentucky Derby at Twisted Tail, and do shots of bourbon. Then probably go to the Gold Club for vice.
But I send him the event and he tells me he has to attend his nieces’ graduation from college. Who has to do that? I didn’t ever get to see my nieces an nephews graduations. I didn’t want to. They’re great kids, but let my sister and brother-in-law suck that up. They paid for it. I’m just glad the kids grew up right. I don’t need to go there. But I’m sure there is some obligatory attendance in his family. Whatever.
I was talking to Trish, who is fed up with working Saturdays anyway, and told her I’d do it if she wanted the time off. She leaped at that and proceeded to go out to a nightclub with her hot friends.
I came in early and ran my weekend ritual. Go out to breakfast somewhere and then go to Wawa and pick up food to graze on all day. I’ll be fine. I like to work.
I’m running the program and it’s a gentle Saturday. I’m not getting killed, and the clients are sweet and steady.
I’m standing there at one of the computers writing a blog about a homeless guy I know who I like, and then suddenly Athena appears.
“Hi! What’s my name?” she says as she marches up to the counter.
I am so happy to see her. I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. “You’re Athena Tran.”
“Yes! how are you?”
I am so happy to see her without Jan, because she’s my favorite. I have no idea why she has somehow appeared before me.
“I love the tanning thing!”
“Well, you look great.”
“I know, right? I love it!”
Athena is wearing a tight orange lycra top and black lycra leggings and running shoes. She looks lovely.
“What brings you to me, Athena without Jan today?”
“I want another 5 pack. I’m going to tan more.”
“Okay. We can do that. Thanks for coming back to us.”
I’m super happy to see her.
“Yea, I love tanning and I want to keep going.”
“How is your Saturday going?”
“It’s going great! I’ve just been running all over the city.”
I see that her nipples are as hard as bullets and pushing against through her orange top. I love her more now. I’m a leg man but nipples jutting through a garment are number two for me. They are glorious. She seems oblivious and I can’t help but enjoy. She’s the sweetest thing but her nipples look like pretzel bites that are begging to be devoured. I love that she’s taking time to talk to me and I ask her about date number three with fucking asshole.
I wish I was that date. I would have treated her like a queen and romanced her appropriately, and if she felt like sex we could have celebrated at the bat cave.
Her nipples were so hard and prominent that I can’t believe she can’t see the shadows on the counter and cover those finger long nips up.
She tells me that the date was nice and she got really drunk. I thought at that moment she had parted her caramel thighs and this Romeo split her like a ripe melon. (It’s a dating blog. I’m trying to bring the most out of it that I can) They are like rock hard bullets. I love her even more now. This is classic phicklephilly. The best stuff on here is unrequited love. Watching me fail and get up again is what I do. But I love this bird and I’ll do my best by her even if I am just a mentor.
Can she just turn off those glorious nipples for a second so I can focus? No dice. I send Athena into a stand up bed imagining those award-winning nipples being grazed by 230 watts of sunlight. I hate my life. I’m a little ashamed by my feelings for this lovely girl, but she has already told me that she is a sexual being. I hope Christmas plays out for her and date number three guy, but she has to find her way. I would take good care of her and meet her needs and any anxiety about any of that has already been paid. Are her nipples pissed off at me? It’s like they’re trying to rip through her top. After her conversation with me about sex, and about when to do it has lit me up. I want to be with her. She’s a great girl. None of this is going to happen, but it’s fun to dream. Athena got plowed with alcohol on her third date with her boy and I just figured her thighs went their separate ways. But she said no. She said she read him the drunken riot act and told him that her virtue has value and she won’t give it up and wants to get to know him. I rejoiced in his information. I don’t want my little Athena to be turned into a stupid second date whore. Big step! I do feel sorry that she released her gold too early to worthless boys. but now she’ll cherish her maidenhood and hopefully be a bit more respectful of her virtue. Where the fuck was her dad through all of this? Fathers make or break a family. If dad blows it with his daughters it’s a huge mistake.
The next time she came in she told me she had sex with her guy. She said they aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend but they are exclusive. (What the fuck?) So she gave up her horny gold to this guy in a little over two weeks.
Hope he makes it.
Update: Apparently he has made it and things are going well between them. She thanks me for all of my solid advice. (Shouldn’t her parents have taught her all of this?) She tells me that she’s reading a book called, “Why Men Marry Bitches.” She says it’s a handbook for “good girls” to navigate the world.
Update 2: I heard from her friend Jen that Athena has left the hospital she was working in and is going back to South Korea with her mother! So I’m sure it’s done with the boyfriend. Why would anyone ever want to go back to South Korea?
So the Athena story ends right here. Maybe I’ll have Jen tell her that I was her secret admirer!
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