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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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 6 – Oh My God – Part 2

I direct her to her free time interests. Food is always an easy one. All people like to eat. Kita says she loves all kids of food but hates mushrooms. Me too. She says she likes the smell of pickles but can’t eat them. I tell her I love the smell but hate them equally unless they are sliced incredibly thin and buried under a delicious juicy burger.

Kita says he like cucumbers, I don’t answer. I like them but they always repeat on me because I am a carnivore through and through. My beloved daughter Lorelei is a hardcore vegan but my generation wants to kill stuff and eat steak.

“What food do you love?”

“Seared salmon and green beans. But I can’t get that because I’m a poor student at Drexel.”

“Last night I was at this great Italian restaurant, Gran Caffe L’Aquila. I have the hookup with the bartender and the owner. I was there with my buddy Church and I had three chardonnay’s and he had a gelato cup and a coffee and our bill was only $13.

“Oh my god that is amazing. I live on  ramen noodles.”

“Do you want to get a gig cause I could hook you up.”

“My parents put me on an allowance and don’t want me to get a job so I can focus on my studies.”

At this point my dear readers I’m setting the snare but it’s not like that. It’s a future phicklephilly fail but I will grace the time I get to spend time with this delicious baby, because I am about to close.

I ve been in sales my entire life. But I’ve never been predatory. I’ve never been closing the deal. I’m more about opening a relationship with a client. I’ve always been that way with a girl.

“What kind of food do you like Kita?”

“I love salmon and green beans. I miss that. My mom makes me so much good food!”

“Sounds simple and amazing!. I want to tell you a place I went to last night.”

“Where? I never go anywhere.”

“Gran Caffe L’Aqilla.”

“My man Church and I went there last night. I had three Chardonnay and my buddy had amazing two scoop gelato and coffee… $13.

“Oh my God.”

“I get the hookup and I know where to go.”

“I wish.”

I pull up their menu on the salon’s computer.

“Check the out. Pan seared salmon with vegetables, All you want Kita.”

“Oh that looks amazing!”

When I was young and in a band, the girls just rolled to me. That was easy an after all of my torture in middle school I figured I deserved that. But I have three sisters and I grew up with women and grew to understand them. (That and you can never get in the bathroom)

Why am I having ideas about Kita?  She’s really sweet and apparently likes to hang at the salon. I am embracing classic phicklephilly love for her. This child. She’s so beautiful and fits into a fantasy caricature of things that turn me on. She doesn’t know that but I’m at an age were I’m just honored to be seen in public with such and exquisite gem. But when I think of anther other outcome this encounter if it actually happens I would just be happy to sit across the table from Kita and lay some incredible gelato on her.

“Lets go there and get you some salmon.”

“Yes.”

“Really? I can get the hookup and a flight of gelato that you’ll love.”

“Let’s do that.”

“What does your Wednesday look like?”

“I have classes until noon but free after that.”

I think I’m going in for the close as usual. Born sales guy.

Baby seal on the rocks jumps in the water to cool off from current life stress , Great white shark devours seal.

“So lunch or dinner”

“Dinner works for me.”

“Around 5pm?”

“I’ll make the reservation, send you a calendar invite and text you the day before to confirm.”

‘Yes. Let’s do it.”

I confirm her cell and tell her I’ll send her my contact info. (Now we’re connected) I’ll send her and email invite after I make the reservation and I’ll confirm the day before so she can bullshit bail on me with some lame excuse.

I don’t really care. If she bails I’ll be doing wine and noodles at Dan Dan with my  friend Francesca and loving life.

But I will feel the loss of Kita. (Praying she’s lonely and has nothing going on and needs guidance through her lost relationship with JR. (Worth dinner with this lovely baby)

We chit-chat some more but baby has to go study. I am feeling the trembling excitement of the opportunity to share a meal with this exquisite beauty that has become my number 1 in a space of weeks.

I have a girlfriend that will rock my world this weekend, but I only get to see her probably once a month. I adore her and she is an incredible match.

But I’m still going to do this stuff because I can’t get off the drug of lust, beauty and sex.

I just hope to god she doesn’t mention our little dinner to new guy. Because if she does, you know that young insecure little cunt is going to put the kabosh on my dinner with princess of the restaurant. That could happen, and it will only mean that Kita is easily controlled by inferior loser dudes.

I just want to look across the table at her and learn more about who she is.

I pray this will happen because I am so taken by her, but only time will tell.

We’ll see.

 

Just so you know what I’m so enamoured of her I’ll give you this….

How can phicklephilly resist?

(Kita – Now)

That’s why I’m losing my shit…

 

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 5 – Oh My God – Part 1

Kita rolled into the salon today just like she said she would. She chit chats with me for a bit before tanning.

“How are you feeling about everything with your ex?”

“I’m okay, but I just wish I could move forward and not still hurting.”

“You’re hurting because he was your first love and you were together for over 3 years. But spend some quality time with your new guy and the pain won’t be as bad. You’ll be having fun and not thinking of JR.”

“I know but it still hurts.”

“It’s supposed to… that means you care,  you have a good heart and are a good person.”

“Sometimes at night when I’m alone, I feel sad.”

“That’s going to happen. That’s part of healing. It takes time.”

“I know. But I want to be there now and don’t want to have to go through this part.”

“Everybody goes through this part, Kita.”

“I just don’t want it to be there but it is.”

“We’ll work on this. We’ll keep talking about it.”

“Okay. ”

“What do you like to do when you’re not studying or tanning?”

“I like to study and eat right and work out.”

“What’s your drink of choice?” (Cause I love to drink)

“I have Asian glow.”

“What’s that?” (smiles)

“I can’t really drink. I have one or two and I’m gone.” (I’m actually glad to learn this and that Kita isn’t the unusual college booze hound.)

“My friends are all in fraternities and there’s obviously lots of planning and parties and I’m not about that.”

I love that too. A transplant that hasn’t fallen into the destructive part of college..

“Do you have a part-time job?”

“My parents don’t want me to get a job because they want me to focus on my studies.”

I love this girl. Beauty, intelligence, studious and isolation.

We’re chatting and customers are coming in. I don’t know what the hell is going on because we are actually busy. Apparently a lot of people get married in October.

She tells me people say she looks like Karrueche Tran.  We google her and she does, but Kita is way cuter. Besides Karrueche is Vietnamese and Filipino. Kita’s Chinese.

I keep thinking when each interruption occurs she’ll find a way to bail, but Kita doesn’t. She steps away and plays with her phone and continues to hang. I love that. Doesn’t she have anywhere to be? Maybe not. Estranged boyfriend. New guy making his moves through instagram. But Kita’s still feeling the sadness and pull we all have. The remorse, loss, and betrayal from this boy.

She doesn’t have a job, she’s not in a sorority and has just arrived in Philly from Florida. She may have just met me at the bus station in Hollywood in 1982. But I’m not that guy anymore. Right?

She’s just letting customers go and she’s hanging at the counter and I’m loving every minute of it. I’m actually feeling anxiety and shaking a bit I’m so excited by Kita’s presence. That is some classic phicklephilly infatuation.

I’m going to do what I do and the shark fin will cut through the water.

I love Cherie. I do. She’s amazing. Marriage material but please find me and kill me if I ever even start to talk about anything like that. But Cherie only gets down here maybe once a month. I love that because at this point in my life I like to be alone and once a month is like an Olympic sex event but is always unforgettable.

You saw how much I celebrated going to the movies with Cherie when she was having her period. I want that. But she’s so busy with her Masters, and Children’s Hospital and her son, etc. and me with all of my businesses, there is limited time.

When Cherie and I are together it is God come to earth and I adore her and our times together. I love being with my love and it’s so peaceful and easy I would build a life with a lady like this. Cherie is a dedicated, loyal wonderful, sexual dynamo that I absolutely love unconditionally. But there are variables and compartmentalization  that needs to happen.

Cherie who is rarely around and has earned over 40 chapters of love. Endless love letters to her legacy but she is simply absent because of her career and education. She’s one of the greatest women I have ever met and I want to keep her, but I am what I am.

I want to sit quietly at a table with her a have dinner. I want to stroll through an art show with her. I want to go on vacation with her. I want to giggle over drinks with her, but our schedules will simply not allow it.

I meet Kita and she’s just a sweet girl who wants for some reason to be Florida Dark in the tanning department. I work at a salon. I can make that happen.

She loves to be tan. She told me tonight that she googled salons before she left Florida so she could continue her tanning journey. (You’ve seen the pics… she is absolutely smoking hot. Bronze goddess. Malibu Barbie)

I think because of her Navy brat life a being adopted she has had some challenges. she has another sister who is adopted as well,  but there has been something that the child must feel or wonder about.

It’s October and there is no reason it’s this goddamn busy at the salon tonight but then I realize there are a lot of weddings in October. It’s cool and crisp and I will make your bride darker than the dress.

There is no reason for this delicious beauty to want to hang at the counter and chat with this middle-aged great white shark.

This baby seal is in a shitload of danger but to be honest, the shark is just happy to have her near him tonight.

Just like the hour we spent last Sunday.

What am i getting myself in to?  What are my feelings here?

(Kita – High School)

Lovely Legs….

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 4 – Entanglements- Part 2

Hank texted her on Instagram and asked her about her situation

JR had basically blown her off after 4 years and discarded this delicious beauty. Dude, she’s so nice and sweet. How could you discard such an amazing  lady?

So this new guy is seeing her and it’s going well cause he’s nice to her and that’s all she wants. She says she likes white boys and this one isn’t much better looking than the last but if he’s nice to here and that’s all that matters.

Noted…

 

‘”He lies to me. He went out to a club and said he was home.”

“We’ve grown apart.”

“I can’t have a liar in my life”

I juice her with all of my amazing relationship philosophy. She needs this. I’m happy to help this poor heartbroken girl.

“She knows at 21 she’ll leap to a new guy named Hank. He’s nice and treats her well. He Dm’d her on Instagram and that’s how it’s done now. Hopefully he’s nice or at least sends out his best representative for our dear Kita.

He simply Dm’d her on instagram. (Direct Message)

It’s that easy now.

I would have given her and her friends tickets to my show back in the day and close her properly on the bus… but I digress. (she’s a nice girl)

I adore this girl, and I’m thinking about her and I know this is just a phicklephiily surge. I’m in a relationship and I’m just having a moment. Just like I always do.

Nothing will happen.

I love Cherie and I’m just having my usual nonsense.

I would like to figure out a time I can have lunch with her though. I can’t help it. I just want to be around her (and those legs) as a trusted mentor that would love to just hang and help with wisdom.

But I’m old. I should enjoy the limited time I have with anyone at all. I thanked her for giving me the hour out of her amazing delicious life to sit and talk to me.

That’s enough. That’s all I get of this girl.

Maybe I can get more.

I’m delusional.

That could never happen.

Yea… I’m done. She’s 21. I’m insane.

 

I just want to grab dinner with her. That’s all. I’m in a relationship but my love is absent and I just want to have dinner Philly style.

I won’t do anything….

 

Kita has become new #1 at the salon because she is the queen of tanning. She really has become the woman who represents what we do.  She has that certain something that lights me up.

I’m praying as I write these words on many levels. I want my girlfriend of a year to come down here this Friday night and embrace the love that we’ve found. But I want to do much that this Wednesday night I am sitting having dinner with lovely Kita. Munching her beloved salmon and looking to me as a mentor. Would I like to split her like a ripe melon? Of course. But that’s not what Kita needs right now. Her Admiral Navy dad would have me assassinated .

I’m in love with my girlfriend, Cherie. I love our limited time together. We are Motley Crue when it comes to sex, but I miss getting pizza and a movie with my love. I’m not getting any younger and if I can only see my devoted once a month because of school and career I will seek other people for companionship. I won’t cheat baby, but I just want to eat some noodles with you and you’re never around. I know you’re working toward a degree and I am somewhat loyal to you, but occasionally  I would like to tip a glass.

I miss you all the time. You are probably one of the best most loyal women I have ever met and I would consider spending the rest of my life with, but right now we are all in flux and I need to lean into that.

So in the meantime when you’re absent I’m eating gelato.

I love you Cherie, but I am what I am.

Kita says she like white boys…

 

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 3 – Entanglements – Part 1

Kita came in just like she said she would on days I was working. I love this. It’s classic phicklephilly without any fulfillment. A beautiful perfect Asian girl who had the right body type I like. Young girl meets a legal adult.

If I wasn’t the shark I was, I would lie and say I am here to guide her. But I’m here to devour this baby seal if she even slips of the dry rock into the sea for a minute.

I’ll give her all of the guidance, conversation and patience that maybe the Admiral should have shown her but I’m not him. I’m nothing like him. I have a conscience and I will respect and defend this baby from a bunch of douche bag boyfriends but if Kita swims anywhere near my maw she will be split in half.

 

Kita comes in and she’s having problems with her boyfriend and I love it. I know this child will leap to another young man who will send out his best representative to penetrate her and cross this Chinese girl off his list. He has no idea of the exquisite wonderland that has been opened to him.

But I see it.

It’s a another quiet day at the salon and Kita wants to chat. I’m fixated on my love. She sits in the chair and crosses her legs and as always they are exquisite and shapely. Kita has no idea that her legs alone are a point of worship for this cool dad that knows stuff about relationships and writes a dating blog. I’ve been reduced to an ape that sees a mate because of natural selection.

She begins to tell me about JR who she’s been with since she was 17. That fucker totally punched my love’s V card. They’ve been in love for years. 17! She’s 21 now and it’s been four years. He was the puppy love best representative in the beginning as this dude would be but he’s failed miserably in the last few years.

He’s become distant and controlling of my lovely girl. She’s been loyal and sweet and devoted and he’s chosen another path. Lying. Cheating. And worst of all putting her on a shelf. He blows off beauty for weeks at a time and has no contact with her. What the fuck is that? That’s immature. But I start to realize he’s known her so long he knows he can manipulate her like that now.

That’s pretty fucked up to do that to woman. I don’t know when he developed that. He may have just have a personality defect that she’s grown out of. He blows her off, breaks up with her and says bad things to her. (Uses profanity. I hate that)

She takes it because she doesn’t know any better. She’s a good girl. A good person and is really trying.

She doesn’t understand this new behavior.

But this is his real shit. He’s an insecure loser that had a girl he was tired of and started to treat her badly. Because he could. But that pup got off the leash when she met another guy.

 

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Kimiko – Chapter 6 – Patterns in the Ivy

I really enjoyed my date with Kimiko. She’s beautiful and smart and I want her. But alas I’ve worked 53 days in a row and have had zero time for anyone in my life this summer. But life is still beautiful in our fair city and I’ll make my way.

I’ve been in touch with Kimiko and she’s been patient and responsive. But everyone’s patience runs out and I think I’ve lost her because of the salon and my crazy hours.

She doesn’t like coming to the city and it’s just been too long. I could feel her fading and now it’s happened.

I feel a twinge of resentment to the salon but there are bigger fish to fry and if it’s not to be then so be it. I don’t know if that makes sense, but if the schedules don’t line up and baby’s in Jersey it just won’t work.

I text her last week and she was responsive. She was away visiting friends so I still had a hook in her. But a week or so later I tried again and got no response. I waited another day and tried again. But all I heard was crickets.

So I think this chance at some fun love is dead. But what am I? I’m in a loving relationship with Cherie for over a year now and I’m still making dates with women because I hardly ever see Cherie.

I love Cherie and she’s my girl but this blog isn’t going to write itself. I slept with Ambria but that was basically a one night stand. I really liked Kimiko and could feel it in our kiss. But work, distance, and schedules have destroyed this flower before it could bloom.

I guess I just have to let this one go. I liked her. I wish we could have done stuff together. Just movies and drinks would have been fun, but if it didn’t happen than I suppose it’s not meant to be.

Death by absence. I hope she met a nice guy who’s treating her like a lady.

 

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 2 – Art Imitates Life

Kita  –  Madiera High School

Sometimes writing this blog is a grind. Most of the time it is an absolute pleasure and has become a form of therapy.  When you live in your relationships you can’t really see what’s happening. When you think about it you still don’t have it, because your lost in your feelings and thoughts. When you tell your friends about it there’s something in that, but when you write about it you get it all out. There’s a clarity and finality that comes from that. When you take a pen to paper or hand to keyboard, you finally get it all out. You’ve documented what’s happening today and what’s happened to you in the past. By writing about the experience, you finally tell the story and resolve it. You get it all out. You can fire off all of your feelings and let it go. It’s amazing and feels so good. This has been a cathartic exercise for me and I’m so happy I finally dug in and told all of these stories.

Rather than carry them around with me in my head, it’s a glorious dopamine rush and an opportunity to spend these rounds here on WordPress.  It’s like you’ve been carrying heavy groceries of good and bad products from your life and you finally get the opportunity to set them down and take a rest. You pick up the good food and take it home with you and leave the rotten fruit at the curb. It’s been a beautiful journey and I appreciate all of you reading this right now who have chosen to join me on this journey.

I normally only write about people I know. But I wrote about little Kita having just met her at the salon. I guess I was just so taken by her. I felt a connection even though she’s only 21. Don’t worry dear reader I’m not after her. I just love her in the classic phicklephilly way. It’ll pass once she stops tanning here or goes home.

But something miraculous happened.

Kita came in to tan last Sunday. Of course I was delighted to see her sweet face. She looked lovely. White blouse, Little black shorts that showcased her lovely shapely legs and sandals. Cute as a button. My heart was aflutter. She says she’s not doing a spray tan today, and only wants UV. No problem. We discuss the different beds and she decides to give the Alpha another chance. I ask her if she ever uses a bronzer lotion. She says not normally but will try one. I give her Tahitian Bronze which is the best lotion in the house.

We chit-chat a bit more and then I send her into room 1.

When she comes out instead of leaving she starts chatting with me. It’s Sunday. She should be out doing what she does when she’s not going to school. Thankfully it’s dead this time of year and she and I sit in the waiting area.

I love this! (I get to see those lovely legs!)

She’s originally from Washington DC. She’s an adopted child and so is her sister, They’re not related and it happened when they were age 3. They are both Chinese. Her father and mother are both career Navy. Dad’s an Admiral that has sat with the former President Obama and has the pictures to prove it. This guy’s sounds like he’s the man.

Kita and her sister Jill attended The Madeira School, Washington, District Of Columbia. Kita loves to talk about herself and tell me her little stories about her life. I’m just happy to smile and listen because she’s so darn cute.

Madeira students and sisters Kita ’15 and Jill ’16 competed in the Savageman Triathlon, a fundraiser to fight melanoma with the motto “A savage race to fight a savage cancer.” The competition took place on September 14 and 15 at Deep Creek Lake, MD, and consisted of a 0.9 mile swim, 22.9 mile bike ride, and 6.2 mile run. In the photo she is standing with her older sister Jill and her dad who appears to be a Vice Admiral in the Navy. (Funny, she competed in a triatholon to fight melanoma but loves to go tanning!)

She also was on the Women’s Lacrosse team at Madeira High. She was also proficient at track and field. She ran the 100 meter in 13.84. That’s impressive.

Kita later did an internship at the Animal Welfare League of Arlington.

Kita spent her Co-Curriculum at the Animal Welfare League of Arlington doing research for events, clicker training dogs, and sitting in on animal adoption interviews. During her time there, Katy’s interest in the business component of the shelter grew and she was eager to learn more about the hiring process and personnel management. In learning how an animal control shelter runs, Kita said she had the opportunity to learn more about public service and employee work ethic.

Back then she was in high school and was a teenager with dark brown hair. Not the blonde, lean young woman she is today that stirs my loins.

She has more to tell me and wants to share about her current relationship. She’s been with JR since she was 17 and I’m sure he punched her V card.

There is nostalgic love there but there are problems. The relationship is ripping at the seams because they are growing apart and she needs advice. I will be that elder to help her on her journey is she’s willing.

I think she is and she’s spent over an hour here sitting with me and has moved from top five to number one in my book. I can’t wait to hear more about the romantic life of this lovely waif.

She bids me farewell to go workout. She works out everyday. Her body is proof. I am euphoric that this lovely lady has chosen to spend time with an old bull like me. Kita says she likes talking to people and learning new things. Kita is a ripe canvas that I think I can help navigate the dark waters of romance and relationships.

She left and I am still high from her beauty. I want to learn more about her and where she is in her life. She asks what shifts I work and says she will come in when I’m working. I love helping people so I am compelled to try to offer Kita my assistance I can in regard to matters of the heart.

She comes from a good family, but if there is any wisdom I can offer I will to help guide her forward. I know my intentions are always true but she is so beautiful I am drawn to her. It’ll go nowhere and she’ll go forward but if I can help her I will. I have my own love life to manage.

You have no idea, but I love you Kita, just like I loved Maria. (Maria – 2016 to Present – Amor En Vano)

I want to learn more about you!

Your legs are lovely!

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