Maria – Chapter 7 – Ghosted

Hello phicklephilly followers. This is Maria’s story about what happened to her dating her boss.

I have the greatest respect for my my muse that inspired phicklphilly. I am just happy just to have lunch with her, but here is her tale of one of her romantic encounters.

We’ll leave it at that. I’m honored the one woman that inspired me to finally start writing again after 10 years was cool enough to share with me a dating story.

I think what this guy did to Maria is really shitty. Sad how one man’s inspiration can be another man’s folly.

This week, we have Kristin* (Who is my Maria the muse that inspired me to write phicklephilly) who was ghosted by one of the owners of the restaurant she works at after they’d been seeing each other for a month:
Hmmm… where should I begin?
I had started a new waitressing gig in Philly, and I was super excited abou…
— Read on www.elitedaily.com/dating/ghosted-dating-month-boss/1807692

 

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Trish – Unexpected Visit

After my fun evening at Square 1682 I head home. I get a text from my neighbor Trish. (See: Trish – The She Wolf) She says she wants to hang out with me soon and watch something on Netflix. I tell her that I would love that.

“Sweet! You let me know when! I’m chillin’ now if you’re in a sociable mood. No pressure though!

“Hey”

“Heyo!”

“Just got off the phone with Church.” (See: Church – Brand Ambassador)

“Do you want to come up and watch Netflix? Our usual fare?”

“Aw, how’s he? Okay I hope. Let’s watch it when we can laugh at them together.”

“Ok come up.”

“Yay! Let me grab my necessary belongings.”

“Door’s open.”

Trish pops in and she sits on the floor. She always sits on the floor. She just likes to be there. I’ll come home sometimes and she’ll be sitting on the floor chatting with my daughter Lorelei.

She has her blunt an ashtray and lighter. I’m half in the bag from my busy day. I’m still sipping chardonnay smoking cigs and chilling.

I start the program and we’re digging the show. It’s called A B C’s of Death. The producers gave random letters of the alphabet to 26 directors and let them make any kind of crazy short film about death. It’s really good. Trish and I like it because the state of mind we’re in when we watch it, (high or drunk or both) it’s easy to pay attention to each one because they’re so short.

So we’re watching it and I don’t remember when we stopped watching it but the next thing I know is I’m headed to the bedroom to get my bottle of coconut massage oil.

Don’t know why and don’t know when. I’m browning out. But Trish for some reason wants me to rub her neck and back. I do remember putting the oil on my hands, rubbing them together to warm it and went to work on her. She pulled her shirt over her head and she sat on the ottoman clutching her shirt to her breasts while I massaged her neck and back.

Crazy right? Trish isn’t into me. I’m her neighbor. I’ve known her for years. I wonder if her legs are feeling stiff because I would LOVE to give her a good leg massage. Trish has spectacular legs that I’ve always admired.

So I’m really going to town on her. Digging in and giving her a deep tissue massage. I’m massaging her neck and back. I feel like I’m really good at this. Maybe because I care about her. I really want her to feel better and not be in pain. I’m really enjoying this. I’ve always been attracted to Trish and this is a pretty intimate situation with my neighbor. She’s really submissive at this moment. I like it. I move her every which way and she just lets me do it. It was great and not sexual or weird in any way. But it was really nice to touch her body like that. It was like an exploration of her flesh.

You hear these stories of guys inviting girls back to their apartments for “Netflix and Chill.” They just want to have sex with them. Classic move: Guy offers said girl a neck or back massage and tries to turn that into a sexual encounter. It’s awfully cliché.

But nothing happened! She’s my neighbor!

I don’t remember much after that. I probably just went to bed.

UPDATE: Nothing happened but a great massage an she was back in my apartment hanging with my daughter Lorelei having dinner and it was like nothing had happened! So we’re cool. I’d still like to give Trish a leg massage just to make sure she is okay though….

 

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Francesca – 2014 to Present – Monday Feels Like Friday

I’ve been working a lot lately.  But it’s always good to schedule some time with friends you haven’t seen in a while.

I pack up my laptop and head out on Monday and go to Cavanaugh’s in Rittenhouse. The Monday special is half off all cheese steaks. That’s with fries or tater tots. It’s a great deal. I always sit in the back at my favorite table because it’s quiet and I can work on my computer or write this blog.

Karina took Ann Marie’s place on Mondays. I love Ann Marie and miss seeing her sweet face. (See: Ann Marie – 2015 to Present – Rose Among Thorns) I thought things wouldn’t be the same after Ann Marie left. But it’s been quite the contrary. Karina does everything that Ann Marie did to ensure the level of hospitality I so love…and more! Normally the person you love that works at a bar or restaurant leaves and it’s just never the same. But Karina nails it every time.

Says my name when I come as she greets me. Immediately brings me a glass of ice water to my table. Knows the exact way I order my cheese steak without me even having to tell her. Brings my glass of diet coke out when the food comes out. Checks on me regularly but not too much. Just the right amount of attention I need. After lunch she asks me if I will be having my usual cocktail later. At 3pm she brings a Manhattan to me neat with a cherry. I don’t want the cherry so she stopped doing it. She also brings me a side of ice. Perfect.

I sip that one drink for an hour. I’m happily typing away and around 4pm the lovely Karina returns and asks if I’d like another. I do, and she makes another one. Ann Marie would do this same ritual, but the drink she made was spirit forward but not a Manhattan that I know of.

Oh, and Ann Marie always charged me full price for everything. The drinks were always eight bucks a piece. Karina on the other hand only charges me $5! She makes a perfect Manhattan with Bulliet Bourbon. So although I do miss cute Ann Marie, times truly are better now on Mondays than ever before.

Around 4:30pm in rolls my dear friend Francesca. I haven’t seen her in over eight months. She’s 5′ 9″ Brunette, Boobs paid for by her dad, and legs for days. She loves everything pizza, and loves to drink wine. She’s attractive so she’s great to take to events and she can handle her cocktails so she’ll never embarrass you. I’m surprised I’ve never written about her before this but it just hasn’t happened. (Maybe we were having too much fun!)

I met Francesca back in 2014 through my friend Alice. (See: Alice – 2012 to Present – The Cute Recruiter) I was invited to lunch by Alice and she said her friend would be joining us. I immediately took a shine to Francesca during that lunch. She said she Francesca formerly worked at the same recruitment firm. Francesca now worked for the liquor company Jacquins at the time, and I worked at the wine publication, so we had a lot in common. I told her we should meet up and she could go through my account list to help her find some good bar clients to whom she could sell her products.

She’s dressed appropriately for a woman I haven’t seen in eight months. She looks beautiful and is wearing a barely there little black outfit. It’s just a light top and what appears to me little shorts. I’m suddenly happy it’s such a hot day. Francesca has gorgeous long legs and this may be the most I’ve ever seen of them.

We head over to Square 1682 at 17th and Sansom. We sit at the bar and she has a cosmo and I switch over to chardonnay with a side of ice. Roman the bartender is there and as always, he’s on point.

Francesca says she’s no longer with her boyfriend. There was a guy before him who we all thought was gay, but she swears no. Then there was this guy and now he’s gone too. Apparently he had anger issues. He never hit her, he would just get really angry about things all the time. Too angry for whatever was happening. I know Francesca is a chill chick, so this dude had a problem. She also goes on to say that he was jealous. Even of my texts to her. Which is ridiculous because I usually just send her crazy pizza pics because she loves pizza.

She had worked for a payroll company and recently she and a few of her coworkers were laid off. Good news is, they’re paying her a few months of severance. She’s been interviewing with a medical supply company. I think she’d be great at that. All those medical reps are usually hot girls. Maybe she’ll meet a doctor!

It was great seeing my lovely friend, I think in a week or so we’re going to meet up again and rip into some brick oven pizza!

 

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Church – 2012 to Present – The Motherload

“With friends like Church, who needs to go to the liquor store?”

My man Church is making some major changes in his life. He’s a brand ambassador and has collected quite a collection of different spirits over the years. He has decided to get rid of all of the booze in his house. So he packed up a few bags and gave it all to me. Here’s what he’s given me so far.

Starr Ultra Superior Spiced Rum

2 bottles of Leblon Maison Leblon – Reserva especial Brazilian Rum 

The Famous Grouse blended scotch Scotland

Social Still Barrel Gin 90 proof

Liter of Plymouth English Gin

Wild Turkey American Honey Sting Bourbon

Liter of Brugal Especial Extra Dry Rum

Social Still Gin

The Famous Grouse Smoky Black Blended Scotch Whiskey

The Famous Grouse Scotch

Old Potrero 18th Century Style Whiskey

Social Still Spiced Rum

Social Still Hop Gin

Buffalo Trace Kentucky Straight Bourbon

Karlsson’s Gold Vodka

Social Still Rye Whiskey

Boulard Calvados Pays d’ Auge VSOP Cognac

Macallan Edrington Ambassador Scotch

The Naked Grouse Blended Scotch Whiskey

Domaine De Canton French Ginger Liqueur

Chambord Resberry Liqueur

Johnny Walker Black

Westland American Single Malt Whiskey

Nikka Coffey Grain Whiskey

The Glenturret Highland Single Malt Scotch Whiskey – (Aged 27 Years!)

2 The Glencairn glasses!

and finally….

The Macallan 17-year-old scotch whiskey!!!

Obviously I was blown away. It’s the most booze I’ve ever owned at one time in my life. That’s over two dozen bottles!!!I cleared off this cabinet in my bedroom to house it all. It takes up two shelves. I’m so grateful he thought of me when it came to disposing of his booze. I’m sure I’ll find a good use for it. I have added to my own tiny collection. Two bottles of Whistle Pig 10-year-old Rye Whiskey, and a fifth of Ketel One Vodka from the Nolet Family distillery signed by 9th generation son, Carl Nolet!!!

I told my daughter, Lorelei we would crack the Macallan 17 on her wedding day. (If that ever happens.No pressure!)

Anyway, with friends like Church, who needs to go to the liquor store!

Love that guy!

 

 

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James – Modeling Agency Mogul

I met James a few years ago. He worked for Wilhelmina Models back then. I was invited to a fashion event at the old Amory at 23rd and Sansom Streets. I went with then ex girlfriend and long time friend, Michelle, (See Series: Michelle – 2007 to Present – A Brand New Day)

The event was mediocre at best. The Armory was a hot venue. I don’t mean popular, I mean no air conditioning in that old stone building. Also there was no access to the restrooms. So you had to go out into the alley, and go into a port-o-potty. Pretty awful. Michelle and I met some nice people and we got to see a few runway shows.

We were in the VIP section which was in the back corner of the room. So free drinks and ladies bringing sliders around for us to munch on. Michelle and I are all about free food and drinks.

But at one point during the night we meet James. He is a really nice affable guy that seems hip and stylish. His hair is sort of blondish and sweeps across his forehead. He is wearing a light blue seersucker suit. We chat for a bit and exchange business cards.

After a bit, Michelle and I were fed up with the place and were both sweating from the humid August heat. We said our goodbyes and headed across the park to a cooler watering hole.

I kept in touch with James after that night. We’d chat on the phone or email about movies and TV shows. If James hadn’t gone into the modeling business, he definitely should have been a movie critic. Whenever I read his posts on social media about some film he saw recently, it’s always an eloquent fair review of the film. I love movies, so naturally I’m a big fan of James.

I heard a couple of years ago he went out to Los Angeles to work for an agency out there. I figured him a natural for that city. Hip, cool, and tons of hot models. I was sure he’d kill it out there.

And kill it he did.

Recently he returned to Philly. I was shocked, so I asked him if we could meet up for lunch and find out what he was doing now.

We met at Misconduct on JFK. (Love the chicken tenders!) We caught up on generalities and then we got into it.

James said that it’s really expensive to live in LA. He and his girlfriend had a place in West Hollywood. He was doing really well at a big agency out there. He worked in talent acquisition for them.

Sounds great right? He said he was bringing in $18,000 a month for them, but seeing little return for his efforts. So after a couple of years they decided to pack it in and come back to Philly.

But the story doesn’t end there. James is opening a new agency of his own. He’s been in the business for years and has all of the contacts. They should have the actual brick and mortar agency up and running in two months. But right now he’s building the business so he can hit the ground running when they officially open for business. he’s even gotten investors!

I’m really proud of my friend, and wish him well in his new endeavor. I look forward to hearing more about his success in the near future. Maybe I should invest. Who knows? How bad would my life be surrounded by models. I’m a modelizer anyway!

Best of luck, James! The kid stays in the picture!

 

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My Family – Lorelei – 1996 to Present – Life with Lorelei

She’ll always be the apple of my eye.

One of the joys of my life is my daughter Lorelei. She lives with me here in Philly and it’s great. She is twenty now, and has lived with me for almost two years now. She has a very sweet and chill disposition. Lor is very unobtrusive. She works as a food runner and hostess at a restaurant here in the city. She seems to like it well enough. They serve some vegan cuisine and she likes that because she’s vegan herself. This is a choice she has made on her own.

She usually is home from Monday or Tuesday night until Thursday or Friday. Then she’s gone. She goes and stays at her boyfriend’s mom’s house the rest of the time. Mostly weekends. Which gives me a break. Not that I don’t want her there, but I still enjoy my solitary life and it’s nice to just be at one with the bat cave and Netflix.

She has been into something called flow arts lately. Actually, she’s been doing it for a while. I got her a hula hoop that lights up with LED and strobe lights in it. She has gotten really good at it and does it at concerts and festivals she and her guy attend. They’ve been together two years now and they seem happy. They like to do all of the same things, so that’s good. He’s a good kid and he’s good to her. I approve.

She also recently got a flow wand. This is a little more complex. It’s about a foot and a half long. It has strobe and LED’s in it as well. It’s on a string that is threaded through a hole in the upper third of the wand. She swings it around and it appears to be floating. The way the lights are programmed, when it’s swinging vertically around her it leaves these trails of images in the darkness. Like Pikachu, or flames, or signs of the zodiac. It’s really cool! She’s had it for a little over a month and has become very proficient with the wand. Recently, she was even in a music video performing her hooping. You can actually watch that video at the bottom of this blog.

Sometimes, she’ll come home and we’ll just chat. It’s really nice. How many dads get the opportunity to sit down and just shoot the shit in a real way with their daughters? There’s none of the sanctimonious “How was your day?” crap. What we talk about is real. Life. Work. Family. Life challenges. Friends. etc. It’s a rare thing, but I get to do it at least once every other week. What kid even wants to be around their parents at that age? So I feel lucky. We have a solid honest connection. I know I’m doing the best I can as a father, and she chooses to be here with me. She won’t always be with me. But at least I have this time with her.

Lorelei recently changed up her hairstyle. It’s long on the top, but shaved on the sides.

Sort of like this, but longer on the top.

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Well, she’ll pull the long hair up onto the top of her head in a hair tie. Then she’ll ask me to come in with my electric beard trimmer, and shave the sides. I have a good eye and a steady hand, so I’m sort of her part-time barber. I’ll go along the sides and shave it all down so that it’s even. “We’re like a Latino family, Daddy. Doin’ each others hair.” She says, I laugh. I wonder where she got her sense of humor?

There are just some simple moments that happen on a weekly basis. Trish brought up a wooden chest for Lorelei to put her clothes into. (See: Trish – 2012 to Present – The She Wolf) She was dressed really hot, so maybe she had just come from a date. I’m in my office in the back room typing away. Music is on, and the next thing you know Lorelei and Trish are in my room. Trish is digging into my candy, Lorelei is hooping and looking at herself in the mirror. We’re all laughing and talking. It’s great. I’ve got a roof over my head, my daughter is happy and healthy, and I’m pals with my neighbor.

Life is good.

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Church – 2013 to Present -Seizure Salad

I’m sitting in my go to bar with Church. It’s our spot and it’s what we do. He’s sipping a Sailor Jerry and Coke, and I’m having my usual Chardonnay with a side of ice. He orders a salad and I go with the sliders. There is a couple a few seats down from me to my right. I know the guy, his name is Brian, but I don’t know the lady he’s with so I wave but don’t approach. He could be working.

On the left of Church, is a brunette in her thirties and an older gentleman. Looks like a lawyer. We don’t really pay any attention. We’re chatting and doing our thing.

Daphne rolls behind the bar and says hello. She tells me it’s a slow night. Not much happening. She goes back to her hostess stand and it’s just another night in paradise.

Suddenly, the woman who was sitting to Church’s left, goes off the bar stool and hits the floor. Normally, I’d call that Thursday night.  We see so many banged up people around the city losing their shit. But this woman was having a seizure. People within visual range are shocked and the bar goes quiet.

I point to the phone on the wall, because the bartender on duty didn’t see one of her patrons suddenly vanish from the bar. “Liz, call 911.”

She starts dialing. Church, with his cat-like reflexes, springs into action and goes from sitting next to me sipping a drink to all the way around the other side of her on the floor holding her head to keep her steady. I get down there and untangle her leg from the lower rail of his bar stool. I have the legs. Church is focuses on the poor woman’s head. She’s thrashing about, and Church is barking commands to those around him. He’s literally single-handedly coordinating the effort to help save this poor woman, and keeping her from injuring herself further.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but Church was formerly a Corpsmen in the United States Navy.

A Corpsman works in a wide variety of capacities and locations, including shore establishments such as naval hospitals and clinics, aboard ships, and as the primary medical caregivers for sailors while underway. Hospital corpsmen are frequently the only medical caregiver available in many fleet or Marine units on extended deployment. In addition, hospital corpsmen perform duties as assistants in the prevention and treatment of disease and injury and assist health care professionals in providing medical care to sailors and their families.

They may function as clinical or specialty technicians, medical administrative personnel and health care providers at medical treatment facilities. They also serve as battlefield corpsmen with the Marine Corps, rendering emergency medical treatment to include initial treatment in a combat environment. Qualified hospital corpsmen may be assigned the responsibility of independent duty aboard ships and submarines; Fleet Marine Service, SEAL and Seabee units, and at isolated duty stations where no medical officer is available.

Yea, pretty bad ass. That’s the guy you want next to you when somebody takes a header at your favorite bar.

She’s making what almost sounds like barking sounds, and staring wildly about. He’s got a good hold on her. He’s talking to her. But mostly he’s trying to keep her from bashing her face into the wooden wall of the bar. The bartender comes around, and some others have gathered. I grab a cloth napkin and ask if we need to put it in her mouth. I always heard that epileptics could bite or swallow their own tongues. Church says, no. He knows what he’s doing and has the situation well under control.

She seems to be calming down. I look over at the guy who was with her. He’s just standing there staring, and looking uncomfortable. The paramedics come and stabilize her. I feel so bad for her. It’s the holidays, and she’s out for a drinks and this horror befalls her. They get her onto the gurney and roll her out. The police are there and also ask some questions. Church is on point, he gives law enforcement the full report.

They also speak to the guy she came in with. He says he doesn’t know her very well. He met her over at DelFrisco’s steakhouse, and then brought her over here for a drink. That’s a big lawyer hang out. Not my scene. This guy didn’t do anything to help or comfort her when she had the seizure, and he didn’t go to the hospital with her. I don’t care if you just picked up the chick in a bar. Lady falls down, you go to the damn hospital with her. I’m thinking that weasel was married and didn’t want any problems. How would he explain to his wife that he was at the hospital with some other woman? I may be wrong, but I got the vibe something was definitely shady about that guy.

We go back to our seats at the bar and have another drink. Church is pissed because somebody was telling him to turn her head when she was foaming at the mouth and that’s not what you’re supposed to do. Me, I was just glad the lady was okay.

Daphne came over to chat and get a recap. I tell her what I know, and tease her.”You had to say it was a slow night and that nothing was happening, and look what you did, Daph…”

“I know, right? Me and my big mouth.”

Indeed…

 

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