Cherie – Chapter 58 – Valentine’s Day

Cherie doesn’t realize her value to the tired, old, broken down man who is honored with her presence every time she shows up again to be with him.

As you know I have been in a relationship with Cherie for over two years now. I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend, but I’m fickle. She lives far away and I hardly ever see her. I know that’s not a reason for my infidelity and my little dalliances.

Phicklephilly isn’t going to write itself, and I am what I am. Nobody got hurt.

I love Cherie and nothing is changing. I’m living my life and she’s going to medical school to become a doctor. We rock, and I love being with her more than anybody I’ve ever been with.

Valentine’s Day was looming and I didn’t know what to do. I sent her a dozen roses on her birthday back in November and that was an expensive gift. They start you out at ProFlowers at a low price and then there’s the extras. The vase, candy, crazy delivery charges. You go from $19 to $70 in five seconds.

It’s why they’re in business.

So I did that, and Valentine’s Day was coming up on me like a homeless person asking for change.

I knew I had to do something different and was feeling stressed about it as the days counted down.

I asked Achilles what he was doing. (See: Achilles – 50th Birthday) He said probably just a nice dinner with his lady.

I knew because of our schedules I wouldn’t be seeing lovely Cherie. But I needed to do something.

What if due to my indecision, I told her that I had a gift for her, but I wanted to give it to her in person?

That would buy me some time and I could do something cool with her. Dave and Buster’s? Movie? Sephora gift card? Sexy underwear?

I was lost, but I needed to come up with something and fast.

There was a long period between our last meeting and she was a little frosty to me and I could feel the separation. Even when we were having sex. She liked it but she wasn’t emotionally engaged.

It was just a release.

She even told me after in texts that I had to work hard to get back in her good graces.

I secretly kind of liked that she enjoyed the sex but was going to make me work for her heart. Cherie is a wonderful woman and I couldn’t forsake her. She’s been hurt in the past and I needed to step up and work on the relationship however how distant.

The day is approaching and I’m being barraged with offers from Proflowers and I finally yield to their endless emails.

I open one of then and there’s a beautiful floral bouquet of spring flowers for $40. Vase and delivery included. A clear money grab but an opportunity for yours truly.

I click on it and the bouquet looks absolutely gorgeous. Just do it. I’m at my desk at home and they’ve got me. I pull out the credit card and swipe right.

I get to write a card to go with the flowers.

“Cherie, You are the light of my life. I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

I crack off the order to her address after double checking to make sure it’s correct because I’m half in the bag when I do it. I even run the sentiment by my daughter Lorelei and she approves.

 

Valentine’s Day comes and I’m at the salon. I picked up a bag of Hershey’s Kisses to dump in a basket on the counter for the girls to munch. We love our customers, so I thought it’d be appropriate. Achilles doesn’t give a shit because he just sees it as more candy wrapper trash. But me coming from a corporate sales background, I know these little things work.

I know Cherie’s in school all day and then works at the hospital after that. She won’t be home for a while. Probably gone for the day, poor thing.

We text our little Happy Valentine’s day emojis to each other and it’s fine. I don’t know at this point where she fully is mentally or emotionally with our relationship at this moment.

The day and night pass and I’m home on my laptop watching Netflix when I get the text at 10pm.

Wait…

Let me give you the earlier texts first…..

ME: “How’s your day going?”

“OMG just shoot me. I’m over it already. My doctor was like 2 hours late because he got stuck at the nursery for an emergency. How are you?”

“I’m doing well. Just having some lunch. Thinking of you.”

“I inhaled my lunch during a meeting. I hate meetings at lunch because I already pig out so I don’t need to inhale more than I already do. I wish I were with my Valentine.”

“You’re beautiful and I love you and I wish I were with my Valentine.”

 

So the whole day went by and we were both super busy. I was sitting at my computer watching Netflix at 10pm on Valentine’s Day and I got the following text:

“I love you soooo much baby. You are the best. I just got home and I’m so grateful to have a boyfriend that gives me flowers and tells me I’m the light of his life. I’m beyond in love and adore you so much! (Heart, Heart eyes, and kiss blowing emojis)

That token on that day changed everything.

Any virtual doghouse I could have been in vanished in that instant.

Cherie is a survivor. A girl that doesn’t want anything. She wants to do it all on her own. She’s been hurt in the past.

So have I.

Cherie’s accustomed to struggling and facing adversity at every turn.

I sent her flowers with a few key strokes on Valentine’s day. That gesture has bridged any gap that has occurred between us in the last six months.

She knows I love her. She knows I care deeply for her. She expects nothing but pain and failure in her life and yet, pretty flowers show up her house from the man who knows she is the one. The only one.

Cherie doesn’t realize her value to the tired, old, broken down man who is honored with her presence every time she shows up again to be with him.

A man who morally doesn’t deserve such a wonderful woman.

But a man who will try to always continue to evolve and do better.

A man who will learn to appreciate what a loving, giving, generous soul he has in his life.

Even if their encounters are brief.

 

Cherie and I are trying to set up a meeting very soon and I think the flowers have accelerated it.

Learn from me gentlemen!

 

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Signs Your Girlfriend May Be Cheating

If you have been settled into a relationship with your girlfriend for some time, you may think everything is great, and you are set for life with that special someone. However, things don’t always work out that way, as many men have learned from experience. Finding out your girlfriend has been or may be cheating can be devastating for any man. However, it is far better to know than to just bury your head in the sand.

So, how can you determine whether your girlfriend is cheating? Well, the last thing you want to do is destroy the trust in the relationship by accusing her if you have no grounds for doing so. This is why you need to do a little digging first to get a better idea of what is going on. Once you have some sort of proof or your suspicions are strengthened, you can then consider whether or not to speak to her about it. In this article, we will look at some of the signs that could indicate she is cheating.

Key Signs to Look Out For:

There are a number of key signs that you should look out for if you want to get a better idea of whether you partner may be cheating on you. One thing you may notice is a sudden increase in the number of calls she is making or receiving. In some cases, she may take these calls into another room or put the phone down when you come into the room. If you feel that she is being cagey with the calls she receives, you may want to delve deeper. For instance, you could do a cell phone number lookup to find out who has been calling her.

Another thing you can do is to look at any changes in the way she uses social media. For instance, in the past, you may have looked at social media posts together and had a laugh over various posts and photos. However, you may have noticed that she is far more secretive lately, and that she makes sure her device is not in your line of sight when using social media. She may even close her laptop or switch her phone screen off when you come in or move close to her. These are all possible signs that she is up to something on social media and private chat.

Her behaviors and appearance could also give an indication of whether she is cheating. For instance, maybe she has started dressing up a lot more and applying more makeup. She may have started spending more time going out without you. Some women may start ‘working late’ more often and coming home at all sorts of odd hours.

While these signs do not mean your girlfriend is definitely cheating, they can provide a good indication of what she is up to. You can then decide whether you want to confront her or wait to see if you can gather more evidence.

 

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Cherie – Chapter 56 – Can’t Get You Out Of My Head

“Don’t even think about it, because I’m not in the mood.”

WARNING: THIS POST IS A LITTLE NSFW!

So, Cherie was finally coming down to see me. It’s been a couple of months. I’m fine with it, but there’s a certain divide that occurs when people aren’t together for long periods of time.

Between raising her son, going to school full time, and working at Children’s Hospital there isn’t much time left over for me. That, and her Saab was in the shop for awhile.

But on the other hand, I’m only off two days a month! So at this point it’s nearly impossible. But I finally got a day off and she made arrangements to get down here. She can only be down here from 12:30 to 6pm. Which is fine with me. Anytime to just reconnect with my girlfriend is enough.

She texts me that she’s parking, so I head out of my apartment to meet her. It’s a mild day in Rittenhouse.

The original plan was to go to the movies, but because of her limited time and the length of time that we’ve been apart, We settled on late brunch. Besides, why would I want to sit in a movie theater for two hours next to the woman I should be looking at, listening to, and communicating in general with? It just didn’t make sense.

I’m walking south on 16th street when I see her across the street. I smile and she waves. She looks great. She’s wearing her hair in braids. It looks exotic and gorgeous. She’s got on a red jacket with some gold trim over a one piece black clingy dress. The hemline is mid thigh and she’s got on a pair of knee high boots. I love skirts and boots. Just a peek of knees and thighs.

We hug and start chatting. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really at the moment.”

“As you know, we’re near my house. You could rest for a bit after your long drive.”

“Okay, but don’t even think about it, because I’m not in the mood.”

I’m stunned. This is the hot nymphomaniac that I’ve been writing about for over two years! I didn’t even know she had that phrase in her vocabulary! It’s been over two months since I’ve seen her.

“That’s why you didn’t want to go to the movies. You just wanted to get at me.”

“I didn’t want to go to the movies because I wanted to spend time with you and see you because it’s been awhile.”

This sort of thing has happened once before. There was a period last June where we were apart for and extended amount of time. When we finally were together she was resistant to my affection. But I charmed my way back in.

It just feels like there’s a thicker coating of permafrost on her heart today.

We get to the house and she sits on the bed. We start talking and she’s telling me story. I get on the bed with her and start kissing her cheek and neck.

She pulls away.

I try to caress her soft thigh.

More resistance. Of course at this point I stop. Girlfriend or not...No means no.

So we chat for a bit more and I’m enjoying her story. But I haven’t seen her in a long time and I miss her. I know Cherie very well and I know she’ll yield to her own desires. I just need to move slowly and gently.

We start kissing. I’m holding my love in my arms. She’s warming up. I know what she wants me to do. I toss a thick folded blanket onto the floor beside the bed. (I have hardwood floors and my knees aren’t what they once were.

She slides toward me and as she does her skirt hikes up past her thighs.

“If you want me you’re going have to pull my panties off me. Show me how bad you want it.”

I’m kissing her thighs and knees as I curl my fingers into the waistband of her white lace panties.

“Can you please lift that delicious derriere my dear?”

Cherie raises her hips upward and I slide her underwear down her legs and off. I grab her thighs and pull her towards the edge of the bed. Spreading her thighs I reveal her small shaved vulva. I’m getting a bit aroused just writing about her. I love her so much, and God, I’ve missed her and this special time together.

I go to work on her and it’s difficult to tease her much, because I’m starving for her. Cherie responds accordingly to my deft tongue and lips. We’ve been together for over a year. I know exactly how to please her and get her going.

That escalates rather quickly as her nympho side kicks into high gear. She can take it no more and my pants and socks are off in a flash. I’ve had plenty of practice.

I climb up on top of her and slowly ease myself into her.

It is glorious. (And WAY overdue!)

The sex is thundering as it always is between us and within minutes she’s losing it.

“I’m coming….I’m coming… Ooohhhhhhhhh!!!!”

Cherie is the most orgasmic woman I have ever met. She really is in tune with her body. I’m whispering in her ear mocking her earlier words as I’m pounding her into the mattress.

“Don’t even think about it. Cause I’m not in the mood. Think about your words, Cherie. Think about them and think about where you are now.”

I know it sounds a little mean, but it’s not. Cherie is a strong woman, but in the bedroom, totally submissive. She likes me to be dominant with her, and I deliver.

I’m going to just keep going and let her get to at least three before I’ll climax. I always make sure that she gets all of hers before I get mine. At this point, mine won’t be long from now. We’re pounding each other like rutting dogs and the power is building up.

Cherie has now come, once, twice and now thrice!

I can’t hold back anymore. I quickly pull out and just put my left hand out like a shield in front of my turgid member. I come with such great force, I nearly blow my hand off.

Cherie literally backs away on the bed so she isn’t hit by any ‘friendly fire.’

We regain our composure and are both feeling happy and relieved.

“Ohhh…. That was awesome.”

We get cleaned up and I realize we’re both completely dressed from the waist up. Her dress is still on and even her jacket is still on. I removed only the necessary clothing to have sex with Cherie.

Efficient as well as utilitarian.

We get dressed and head out. She has to feed the meter so we take care of that before brunch.

“Hungry now?”

“I think I’ve worked up an appetite.”

The entire time we’re together we’re telling stories and catching up on lost time. We spend a substantial amount of time discussing our relationship. We need to figure out a way to spend more time with each other. I tell her that I’m going to take off every other Saturday. Cherie likes that idea and she’s going to see what she can do on her end. We’re  going to also try to arrange a few lunch dates during the week if possible.

We end up going to Marathon on 19th and Spruce. It’s close to the house. I love Marathon. Think of an upscale diner with delicious locally farmed comfort food.

It’s really been a great day with my girlfriend. I realize how sweet she is and how much I truly love her.

If you read this blog you’ll know that I get into all different situations, but no one gets hurt and I compartmentalize my life. The blog isn’t going to write itself and I need content and followers. I’m good at playing different roles in each sector of my life.

Many people worked on the Manhattan Project. They all did their different jobs creating the atomic bomb, but no one knew what the other one’s role was. That was created to keep it top secret. That’s how I roll. I have many characters in my life. Some don’t have to ever meet other ones and I never show all of my cards to anyone in this card game we call life.

We finish our meal and I walk her to her car. We’ve been together for six hours and she has to get back. I kiss her sweet lips goodbye and ask that she texts me so I know she got home safe.

Until next we meet.

Now back to my busy life.

 

 

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Cherie – Chapter 55 – State of the Heart – Part 2

It’s glorious. I know some guys would want some more time with their girl but I like being alone. It’s perfect.

Can you imagine having a loyal, chill girl who is fit and loves sex that you don’t have to see all the time, and can split like a ripe melon twice a month?

I know it sounds like a booty call but it’s just the distance and busy factors that keeps us apart. When she can come down and she’s on her monthly cycle we go to the movies and dinner and I get a break. Sex with Cherie is the best I’ve ever had based on her raw satisfaction and how much she cums. Guys, can you even imagine having a girl nearly 30 years your junior that goes wild and is unbelievably satisfied every time you fuck her? It’s like living in a parallel universe. It’s like God himself has sent me the perfect girl to fuck.

No drama.

She keeps all of her family drama from you and just gives it to you the way you want it.

She’s a woman who wants you all the time. Super horny. She is a neuroscience major at Temple, works at CHOP and is a cool mom. But in the bedroom she wants you to flip her every which way and fuck the shit out of her. Whatever you want. Very much running her life every minute of the day, but in bedroom you use her like a fuck doll.

It’s glorious.

But sweet and nice and normal. It’s almost like God said “You took in your daughter at 18 when she was at a breaking point with that piece of shit ex-wife of yours… I’ll give you one more girl. She’s on the right side of thirty. She’s going to love you unconditionally and make you feel like a fucking god when you fuck her.”

I’m a good person and everyone in my life knows it but I haven’t been the best boyfriend to Cherie.

But she’s been really absent at times.

I know that’s no excuse for my gross behavior but I’ve been careful. The blog isn’t going to write itself. I know that’s no excuse, but I’ve done what I’ve done because I’m not getting any younger.

I tell my friends like Johnny R. to compartmentalized their lives. I’m great at that but most guys I know aren’t. It’s sad that they don’t see the big picture. You can absolutely love a woman and be true to her in your heart and mind. But you can still act out for activity that seems interesting and is of a certain variety. It’s not cheating. You’re committed to her. You’re just exploring some other entertainment.

I can’t replace Cherie. I love her. I cherish that she actually is committed to me and loves me over the distance and hasn’t dumped my old ass at the side of the road.

But like I said, the blog won’t write itself and I’m always looking for new content. Sometimes I feel now after two years, I’m driven by the art. I probably am. I need to feed my child. I created this tome and I must keep her nourished. But I can’t sacrifice my relationship with Cherie.

She may be the greatest girl I’ve ever met. Young, fit, smart, and so easy to be with. She’s always telling me how she loves me more than I love her. That’s amazing, easy and fun.

I haven’t seen her in two months and it’s working on both of us. Cherie has been dealing with finals at Temple and everything else. Her two jobs and her son have to be a lot. We text a lot and I think we’re cool but she’s really frustrated. I kind don’t know why she can’t hop on the train to come here and get what she claims she needs so badly.

But I don’t want to press. I know we’re good from our texts and I just have to deal with our crazy schedules.

I want this relationship to survive, because I don’t want anybody but you, Cherie.

You’re that good. You could be my final girl.

Can you imagine that you win the prize as a doctor that gets to push me around in a wheelchair when I completely fail?

I suck, and you’d do it because you are that magnificent as a woman.

I think of your experience and I know it’s very difficult and there is a lot of moving parts to your life that I can’t see, Cherie. But I love you so much when you’re with me for no reason other than you’re you and I’m me. Every day with you has been magic. Every time I’m with you it has always been easy and loving and sweet. We’re a match. I love you with all of my heart, Cherie.

I can see myself married to you.

I was walking through Rittenhouse and it was a hot summer day and you were half-naked, and I found that hot as shit. But the thing I felt talking to you was in that moment, was I’d love to be married to Cherie. She’d be an incredible wife and mom.

I had sworn off marriage in 2001 and here I was looking at Cherie knowing I’d love to wake up every day next to my sweet queen, Cherie.

Not anyone else…

I’ve been a pig.  But have I? We’re fine. I’ve had some dalliances in a very British way. Nothing came of it and we’re fine. It’s been two months since I’ve seen you and it’s killing me but let’s figure it out, doll. Even if you can come down for a couple of hours I’ll do whatever you want honey….

Anything….

 

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If She Does These 11 Things, Your Girlfriend Is a Keeper

Put a ring on it.

We all want true love in our lives — it’s finding the right person to give you that love that’s the hard part. There are so many different types of people, and a million different ways to meet them. So how can you be sure you’ve found the right one? How do you know if the girlfriend you’ve chosen is perfect for you?

If you’re wondering whether the woman you’re dating is truly relationship material, there are a few traits you should look for. Here are the 11 signs the woman you’re with knows how to be a good girlfriend. Don’t ever let someone like this go!

1. She’s supportive.

She’s a fan of all your endeavors and doesn’t delight in belittling you, mocking your efforts, or generally ruining your mojo. If you feel you have a mission or calling in life, you need someone who will help, not hinder.

2. She’s a good person.

If you can’t think of half a dozen or so reasons why this is the case, then we have a problem. “She’s sexy” and “I want to sleep with her” do NOT count as reasons that she’s a good person, by the way.

Attraction and infatuation are all very good, but can lead you into the trap of an instantly heavy relationship — and those rarely last.

3. She’s honest.

Even when it’s not easy to hear. Sure, you’ll get along just fine with a “yes” woman… for a while. But to build something with lasting potential, you need someone who is there to call you on our BS.

Also, an honest person who is not afraid to say how they feel about things will be less likely to say stuff to please you, and then put up with something they actually dislike — that’s the road to resentment, which can destroy relationships.

4. She the perfect candidate to take home to mom.

…or anywhere else. You shouldn’t worry about your girlfriend being rude to family or causing a scene during a date. If she’s great fun for a night out or in the bedroom but nowhere else, it’s a non-starter.

5. You have chemistry.

I don’t mean Coke & Mento’s chemistry — explosive is not what you’re after. I’m talking about sharing a sense of humor, making each other laugh, and having complimentary personalities. If this chemistry grows, then you know you’re onto a good thing.

6. She’s not still dealing with ex-drama.

We all have them, but how we relate to them or describe our relationship with them says a lot about how available we are. If she’s still fighting with them, she’s probably not available and worse, is demonstrating how things will end in your relationship.

Note: if she’s still best buds with her ex, that’s possibly not a great sign either.

7. She has good relationships with her family and friends — and yours.

Family and friends are important in relationships. If she can’t respect these areas of your life, then she’s not the one for you. Whatever your beliefs, she needs to live with and respect them.

She might not think all your friends are great, but she shouldn’t be too selective about which of them she wants to spend time around. If she does that, she’s making it harder for you to be around them, and effectively limiting our contact with them. That should ring your “she’s trying to change who I am” alarm bell.

8. She gives you the space you need.

To fix cars, climb mountains, play video games, put the world to rights over beers with your friends, or whatever you want to do in your free time. Crying, fighting or sulking when you choose to do those things once in a while isn’t a good sign.

9. She’s not your usual type.

If you have a usual type, then you’re likely repeating relationship mistakes by choosing not just the same physical type, but also the same toxic behavioral traits in women.

The fact that things are different, and she’s a tall, quiet brunette when you have a trail of short, bubbly blonde exes is a good indicator, rather than something to worry about.

10. She likes herself.

Someone who isn’t comfortable in their own skin is hell to deal with. Occasional compliment fishing or looking for reassurance about something is on the normal scale. However, someone looking for that stuff all the time shows no confidence and will wear out even the most patient man.

11. She forgives easily.

One little grudge fosters resentment and can destroy a relationship. Many grudges are a recipe for disaster.

If she shows that she bears grudges and finds it difficult to forgive and move on with exes, colleagues, or in any area of life, then she’s not the one for you. You don’t want a pushover, but someone who understands that the past is the past and can leave it where it belongs.

 

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Cherie – Chapter 44 – Sister Love

As you know, Cherie is visiting with her brother who is stationed in Japan with the US Navy. He works in Intelligence so we don’t know what he does, but he’s working hard to keep America safe. Her whole family went over there for two weeks. So until she gets back I’m going to hold you over with a funny little story.

Not too long ago I went over to Cherie’s house to take her out to dinner. I get there and her younger sister, (who is smoking hot) answers the door. She’s wearing a white tank top and denim cutoffs. It’s obvious she isn’t wearing a bra.

This is what I’m talking about…

“Hi Serena.”

“Hey there. (Big smile) Cherie’s not home yet but you can come in and wait if you want.”

“Sure, thanks.”

“I join her on the couch and we’re watching TV. I text Cherie and she says she’s tied up with patients. She apologizes and said she should be home within an hour.”

I was a bit disappointed.

“What’s wrong?”

“Ahh.. she says she’s not going to be home for like and hour. It’s no big deal.”

Serena is just staring at me and smiling. Her one foot is up on the couch and she’s rubbing her shin.

“What?”

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re a beautiful young lady, Serena.”

“Cherie’s told me about you.”

“Oh really? I hope it’s all good stuff.”

“Oh it’s good alright.”

She leans toward me, her face close to mine.

“Since Cherie won’t be home for about an hour, why don’t you take me upstairs and fuck me real good like you fuck my big sister?”

 

“What?”

 

“You heard me. Gimme that dick hard and deep just like you give it to Cherie all night long. I want you to make me cum over and over like you make my sister cum. Take me upstairs and fuck me, Daddy.”

 

I got up off the sofa and walked out the front door.

 

And who do I see standing in the driveway?

 

Cherie.

 

She runs toward me and gives me a big hug and a kiss.

 

“Cherie…you’re home. I thought you wouldn’t home for like an hour.”

 

“It was a test.”

 

“What?”

 

“Yea. I put Serena up to it. I needed to know if I could really trust you. She’s a cutie, and you passed the test with flying colors. You’re the best boyfriend ever!”

“Wow. You’re something, honey. You know I’d never do anything like that. Especially not with your little sister. I love you.”

“I love you too, and I trust you completely. I’m sorry I did that, but like I said, you passed with flying colors. Thank you!”

“Of course. Ready to go to dinner?”

“Yea. I’m starved.”

We hopped in the car and off we went.

 

The moral of this story is this:

 

Leave the condoms in the car.

 

Disclaimer: The story you just read is complete fiction. I just wanted to give you all a little chuckle while Cherie is away in the Orient. She’s doing great and she’s been texting me. I’m happy she’s with her family and they’re having a marvelous time!

 

 

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Cherie – Chapter 41 – Wish Upon A Star

Happily, it has only been a week since I saw Cherie. She says she wants to come down on Sunday for a few hours. I finish at the salon at 4pm. She says she can get there around 5pm. I ask her when she has to leave and she tells me that she’ll probably head back home around 8pm.

Perfect.

She also tells me she’s on her period and I’m thrilled. I love Cherie. I really do, but lately with our schedules and all of the time apart, when we’re together it’s really just felt like booty call after booty call. I love our sex. That shit is FIRE! But I miss the dating and romance we once had. I mean, we still have it but we haven’t had any time to do anything other than have sex because of limited time constraints and just our raw need for each other.

Priorities, man!

So I look to see what movies are playing and there is one I think she’ll like at 5:50 at the Riverview Theater down on Columbus Blvd. I find a movie. It’s called, Wish Upon. It’s a horror movie and Cherie loves horror.

So I head home after work and clean up, change my shirt and get the AC on in my house.

Baby arrives on time and tells me she’s parked the Alpha Romeo down the street at 18th and Pine. I turn off my AC and scamper down there. I hop in and her AC in the car is frosty! The weather’s been so hot lately it’s a welcome relief.

I’m so happy to see her. She looks amazing. I immediately kiss her. She seems happy too. Her skin looks gorgeous and her lips are ripe. Her hair is all long braids of gold, copper and ebony.

Hot as shit!

I GPS our way down to the theater. The drive gives us a chance to catch up a bit on all the stuff that’s been happening with her life. School, work, son, family. She says she and her whole family are going to Japan to visit her brother and his wife. Her brother works in Navy Intelligence, so we don’t know what he does really. But I’m really happy for her and her son and her family.

I bring her up to speed on my stuff, Trish busted for cocaine and fired, going out drinking with Jill and Jill getting kicked out of her halfway house because of Trish. Also fired. Then Monster Mike stealing money from the salon and we fire him, and now it’s just down to me and Achilles. Because at least we know the only two people left are at least dependable and trustworthy! I tell her about the Ghost concert and that whole fiasco, but other than that I’m gushing about how happy I am to see her and that we’re going on a proper date.

We get there and there is tons of parking under I-95. I remind her that we parked under here for our first movie date. She remembers how we smooched in the car on that cold November day last year.

We head in, get the tickets, and go directly to hour theater. It’s small but there aren’t many people in the 5:50 show on a Saturday in the summer. We’re about 10 minutes early so there are loads of commercials playing on the screen, and then another 15 minutes of trailers for all the idiots who can’t get to the movies on time. The film begins and there is cuddling, caressing, hand holding and a little necking.

Now this is what I’m talking about. I miss this part of our relationship. Normally in every other relationship I’ve ever been in, it’s like a bummer when your girl is on her period. But I rejoice in my girlfriend’s menstrual cycle! We actually get to go on a fun date for a change. I tell her we must do more of this.

Check out the trailer:

 

Pretty awesome, right? We both really enjoyed this film. I really recommend it. It’s got some really suspenseful scenes and also some good scares. What I find funny about it, the main character gets this magic box that grants 7 wishes. But because she’s in high school she wishes for a bunch of high school girl stuff. It’s great! If you like scary movies with a cool story, you should see it.

After the film we head back to the car. It has started to rain a little bit, but we’ve never minded the rain. Just like on our very first date! We run under the freeway to where all of the cars are parked. and hop into the Alpha and smooch a bit. I love Cherie so much. She seems to be managing her life better lately. She was really going through a rough patch for about a month or so there. But everything seems to be back on track and my chill, sweet soul sister is back.

She drives me back to my place and I tell her how much I’ve enjoyed today and how we have to keep doing this.

She wholeheartedly agrees.

“Drive carefully dear, and text me when you get home so I know your safe.”

“I will. I’ll be careful.”

“I Love you, Cherie.”

“Love you more.”

She smiles and off she goes.

 

 

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