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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Wildwood Daze – 1980 – Joette and Lola

16 year old Joette Carty and yours truly in 1980.

God… I never realized how good looking I was back then.

I’m the rhythm guitarist for the the Union Jacks. I’m in relationship with a 14-year-old girl and then I meet Joette.

Anne lives in Newark and I met her at the and of the summer when things were slim.I  was desolate. She was hot, young, and available.

you thought she was 16.

I always had a thing for long-legged Joette. The flautist that liked Niel Diamond and Barry Manilow. You knew that those guys were brilliant but my life was Aerosmith.

It’s the dead of winter. I’m in this band, but trapped in a high school where I know like one guy. And he’s in my band! I see this one girl wo’s in the school band, named Joette. She’s tall, pretty and blonde.

I loved that back then. Now I like more ethnic looking women, but that’s probably because I live in  city. There is so many different kind of beauty here in Philly.

The song says: “If you can’t be with the one you love… Love the one you’re with.”

My little girlfriend, Lola was in Newark, NJ. Joette was here. Live and present.

I liked tall, blonde long-legged women back then. I loved ex ex ex girlfrind Michelle and she had lovely legs when I knew her.

But Lola wan’t around and I’m stuck in this desolate shithole of a town and I start crushing on Joette.

Look at the photo. I was a good-looking guitarist in a local band and she was a musician too. We had different tastes in music but come on… You know it’s going down in Wildwood.

So we hook up.  She seems nice. Her mom seems nuts. Her parents are divorced. My drummer Brian tells me he went to high school with her crazy brother Joe.

Her mom is on a bureau drawer amount of pills, and Brian tells me her brother Joe once took his belt off and beat a teacher in class once before being kicked out of school.

Yea… she’s hot. This’ll be good.

It actually was. Her mom kept her little helpers in check and liked me. Her crazy brother actually liked me too because he said I was the first nice guy that was good to his sister.

That was a nervous moment.

Joette and I were and item through the cold desolate winter that year and i enjoyed my time with her. I still saw Lola when she came down but Joette was my constant local main squeeze.

I just loved her because she had long legs and she was built like a woman. Tall and lovely.

Great flute player.

Totally different from what I did at the time.

 

Spring rolled around and I was pretty wrapped up in Joette. I rmember my mom telling me that Lola was on the phone and wanted to talk to me.

The summer was about to break and that is an exciting time. You as a native are going to crawl out of the horrible darkness of the winter and stand in the sun again on a warm sunny beach. Surrounded by friends and new talent.

Living in Wildwood in the winter is like being lost at sea at night for months. The cold lonely nights. The isolation. The depression. The beauty of the place that feels like a windy prison.

It’s awful. I wouldn’t wish it on any child. resort towns need to be a summer fun spot to be enjoyed but the rest of the year is terrible for its youth.

It’s like any podunk shit town in america.

I’m with Joette now… Lola is on the phone. She says how much she’s looking forward to coming down this summer and us being together and being in a relationship.

“I love you.”

“Uhhh….” ( I can’t do it. I’ve been with Joette all winter thorough the darkness that is this island my sisters and I have been dropped off on.)

“Chaz… do you love me?”

“Ahh…”

So back then at 18 I was pretty much romantically bankrupt. I didn’t know how to compartmentalize like I can now. I was and absolute neophyte when it came to matters of the heart. i was a dumb teen that wanted what he wanted when he wanted it and never thought of the repercussions of my actions.

It’s sad that I couldn’t see that. I simply wanted the thing in front of me now and could no longer think of the little girl who fell in love with me at the end of last summer.

But living in Wildwood and being in a band changes a boy. There’s a certain curse you hold being in that godforsaken town in the winter. If you’ve been following this series, there is something that happens to the youth in this town and you affix to it because you have no other choices.

It’s unhealthy to raise children from the city on an isolated island where nothing is happening.

You did it for yourself dad.  Plus you were already running your program with your hot secretary pool down here sir.

It was a natural progression of you continuing your agenda of inner unhappiness about it affected a few people along the way dude.

It made me cold and calculating in my Romantic life, dad. Passionate like you, but I had the same romantic bankruptcy that you had.

I remember I once asked you… “What if you got a girl pregnant and she had a kid that was yours. What would you do?”

“Well I don’t know that kid and I didn’t raise him so… nothing.”

Okay.

So I’m on the landline in the dining room with my little girlfriend on the phone asking me if I still love her and how much she wants to be with me and I’m ambiguities.

That’s cold.

I remember doing that to Lola.

That was shitty.

I’m not a good person in this moment.

I have my band which is rocking. I have established my place here as someone. I have a hot blonde girlfriend. The summer is approaching. I know what the summer looks like here.

Non stop fun and gorgeous teenage girls I want to spend time with. I will meet them and love them as they arrive in droves. Literally delivered to me after this horrible winter of discontent.

I mis my life and friends in Philly. I have been banished from all that i know, but the fun is returning.

Any minute now.

It’s June. I’m going to graduate high school.

All I want to do is have fun and play guitar in a band.

I want to be Joe Perry.

Lola is crying on the phone. I can’t commit to this summer being her boyfriend.

I felt nothing, selfish juvenile cunt that I was back then.  (look at the photo)

We hung up and I knew it was over. But i didn’t care. i was glad i didn’t have to deal with her anymore.

I just wanted to work at Hunt’s Pier and play in my band and go to clubs and have fun.

I was just a typical asshole guy I suppose. I hurt a young girl’s heart and didn’t feel a thing, too self-absorbed in my own success.

But I will tell you… when you pull shit like this no matter what your age, you leave a hole. You will trip over that hole later in life and have to somehow fill it in and fix that hole.

Because although you put a whole in a person, you left a hole in yourself.

You will have to fix that son.

 

Lola was heartbroken and found solace in my lead guitarist Jim. Classic. I can’t have Chaz, so I’ll be with his best friend. I never gave a shit after that, because I was emotionally bankrupt. I’m sure Jim never enjoyed her at the level i did.

Oh, and Joette. With in a week after dumping Lola and the summer exploding in full swing… I dumped Joette too.

The shark needs to swim. Great White needs to hunt. It’s the summer of 1980 and the island is on fire.

 

 

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My Young Life: Claire – 1978 – Loop Line Girlfriend

Claire was a lovely girl I met on my rise to greatness.  My friend Anthony gave me a list of phone numbers that I could call and meet girls on. This all seems insane now. But there is a thing that exists in the 70’s called the loop line.

You actually pick up your phone on your land line and call a number and in 1978 there is a bunch of kids on that phone that can talk to each other. I don’t even know what it is or how it worked.

It’s some open line in the bell telephone system where you can dial in numbers and talk to strangers.

I chatted with a few people. Think about it. You dial in and the line could be totally quiet. Then you would here a click and say hello. Someone would be on the other end of the line.  It’s kind a 1970’s precursor to Tinder.

It was forty years ago. Kids going on the landline phone at home and meeting other kids.

That’s where I met Clare. The pretty slender schoolgirl from St Hubert’s High school. Was this for real? We connected on the loop line and exchanged phone numbers.

We set up a day to meet. She started walking down Cottman Street south and I started walking north. She lived further east in Northeast Philly that I did. I sort of lived on the edge near Cheltenham.

It was a long walk on foot. But I really wanted to meet her. Back then you didn’t know even what the other person looked like. Before you left you house you had to describe what you looked like and what you’d be wearing.

I made it. Clare was slender, freckled and lovely. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m fresh off of Terri and Star Wars.

She said her knees are cold in her school uniform. I loved Catholic schoolgirls and their legs. This girl is adorable. There’s something erotic about it and I always liked it from when I was a boy.

We go back to Clare’s place and go into her basement. We listen to Kiss Alive One and she gives me the record. Huge move. I am a huge closet Kiss fan and I like this baby and she just gives me the record. I accept the gift and take it home. It turns out to be an incredible record that I have loved forever.

I tell Clare I’m in a band but it’s a lie I have been telling for two years, I did it just to impress girls because it’s what I wanted to be, but was not. I was a failure. Nothing. A liar and a loser. That was me.

but I knew somehow I would become my dream. I just needed the chance to make it happen.

I would meet with lovely Claire.

we would sit on steps of churches or wherever we could hide and make out. We would literally spend hours making out. Our teen tongues swirling in each other’s mouths. Inhaling carbon dioxide.

My hands gently squeezing her plump, ripe breasts as Claire moans in my ear.

She would turn to the side and her breast would fall into my hand and she liked it because it felt good.

I loved making out with fifteen year old Clare. Sometimes she would wear tiny shorts and the bottom crescents of her buttocks would be sticking out. I would cup them in my hands and squeeze while we kissed.

Funny, I never thought of the notion of finding out a way to have sex with Clare. It almost never entered my mind. I don’t think either of us were mentally ready for intercourse. It was just fun to kiss her and feel her up. That’s about as sexually advanced as I was. I discovered masturbation when I was around twelve so I knew the mechanics of sex, but I wasn’t ready to have sex with a girl yet.

I think time and distance broke the relationship. But now that I think about it, even back then, I liked to keep women I liked at a distance. I wanted a cute girlfriend to kiss and touch, but I think Clare got really clingy. She was coming down to my neighborhood too much and I got tired of her. It seems my best relationships are long distance.

I guess you could say she was my very first girlfriend. Terri was just a date, (I loved Terri though) and maybe a few other girls at the shore were dates. Anna Marie was just a girl I fooled around with and made out with. She turned me on, but I never considered her a girlfriend. Just a fun hookup.

We sort of drifted apart. I don’t even remember us breaking up. We were only fifteen. She lived pretty far away and maybe the summer happened and I went to Wildwood all summer.

I do remember running into her on Morey’s Pier in Wildwood, NJ that summer. I remember my sister Janice coming home and I’m with Clare in the dark on the sofa making out with her like crazy.

But now that I write this I realize that Clare was first. I can’t believe I missed that. I wonder what she’s doing today? Probably married with a few grown kids.

I hope she’s happy and healthy.

Clare, if you ever read this… Thank you for your love and affection.

 

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Annabelle – Epilogue

“’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” – Alfred Lord Tennyson

It was about 6 months later until I saw her again. I was working for a local publication, and my boss asked if I’d check on their booth at an event in University City. It was on a Saturday in the spring of 2015. They would normally have a booth set up at some sponsored events, and they’d have a couple of interns man it.

Since I was new no one would recognize me there, so I could see that the magazines were displayed and the swag was out, and that the interns were doing their jobs.

I met with my friend Carla for a few drinks that evening at The Continental bar in midtown. Now that I think about it, I had spent the day with Kylie, (See: Kylie – Broken Wing) and had to ditch her to go meet up with my good friend Carla.

We had a couple of drinks and wound up chatting with a couple of gals we would meet up with later. After about an hour we hopped in an UBER and headed out to University City. We got there and when you live in Rittenhouse in center city, going out to University City is like going to a different planet.

I was expecting a straight up festival, with beer and food, but all that was out there was a bunch of families, a Ben & Jerry’s ice cream cart and a big stage set up. Oh, and our little booth off to the side.

Carla and I were clearly disappointed. We thought we’d be chugging free drinks and stuffing our heads with chow. We go over to the booth and check it out. I chat with the interns and everything seems to be in order.

The show starts and it’s some sort of musical number.

“Carla. I need to get out of here now.”

“This thing sucks. I agree. But it seems like something’s bothering you.”

“See that girl right there? The one on the left in the show.”

“Yea.”

“That’s Annabelle. My ex-girlfriend.”

“Oh the girl who was standing over there before, staring at you since the minute you got here?”

“She was?”

“I didn’t even see her. How did you…?

“Women can sense these things.”

“Let’s go.”

The next time was  a month or so later when I went to a beer garden that was my account at the publication. They invited me down to their place of business for some free drinks. I can’t pass that up.

So I get there and have a few drinks at the bar, and who the hell comes out to entertain everybody?

Yep. Same musical troupe, and there’s Annabelle. I watched the show a little bit, but it was so awful, I had to get out of there. Their stuff is so silly it’s absurd. I think the only reason the troupe exists is so the lead guy can run around in public in a fucking dress.

It was killing me to see her and I needed closure. I texted her and said I wanted to meet up and chat. We set it up and I met her at a bar in Northern Liberties. (Which I hate)

I had one before she arrived. She gets there and we go to a table and sit down. She orders a drink and said her stomach has been bothering her. She says it’s from all of the junk food she’s been eating down at the beer garden where her troupe has been performing all month. I think she’s full of shit. She always pulls health issues or headaches to get out of stuff.

I begin to recount all of the stuff she did after she broke up with me, and how much it hurt me, and how adults don’t do that to each other. I told her how much that hurt me for months, having her rip open the sutures that were trying to heal in my wounded heart.

She said she was sorry she hurt me, but really didn’t show any real emotion. I believe simply because she isn’t capable of it. When you don’t know who you are, where you’re going, or what you want in life, how can you possibly know what anyone else around you is feeling? Annabelle only sees what she wants. She hasn’t a clue that her selfish actions can really hurt a person that is close with her.

She told me that she had moved, and was going to buy some shitty house but her parents told her they didn’t want her living in that neighborhood, so they bought her a nice house in a better part of town. I suppose since they’re rich and she’s the only one of their kids that’s a financial failure, they felt they had to step in. So she lives on the first floor, she has taken in a roommate who lives on the 2nd floor and uses the basement for her photography stuff.

She has the roommate because she obviously can’t afford the mortgage. Who has roommates in their thirties?

“I don’t really have to work that hard anymore or make a lot of money. Because I don’t have the bills I used to have.”

(Yea, because your parents bought you a fucking house.)

She left after the one drink and I walked her outside and she got on her bike.

“You’ll have to see my house.” she said as she rode off.

No thanks, I thought to myself.

Well, so much for closure.

Her apology was hollow.

About a year later this woman I know who works in the arts hit me up at the publication I worked for at the time. Trixie wanted some love from our magazine to promote a little art performance she had written. I asked her if there was any budget to advertise and of course she said no. These “artists” never have two shillings to rub together.

So I talk to my editor and since we support the arts, she said she’d be happy to write a little piece about it and put it in our events calendar.

I called Trixie and told her that the piece would run for the two weeks before the event. So it would be in our magazine twice. She was very happy and thanked me for the free support/advertising.

So on opening night of the show I decided to check out what I had promoted for the last two weeks. I like Trixie and I decided to take my good friend, Carly (See: Carly – 2013 to Present – The Mad Baker)

Carly always comes through for me in the clutch. She’s one of my favorite people in Philadelphia.

We plowed some vodka before the show in case it sucked. We hop in an UBER and head down to the show. We get there. It’s some little installation in South Philly. We go in and there are only maybe between and 20 or 30 people there. We grab a pair of wines (Box wine!) and head into the show.

It starts with some woman doing some sort of weird slow dance on the floor. I don’t get it. Then they have us all head upstairs for the 2nd part of the “performance.”

I have the sudden realization that it is a two woman show starring Trixie and of all the fucking people on the Earth… Annabelle.

I’m an artist. I’ve been an artist my whole life. Started drawing as a child. Art major in school. Won art shows, and drew comics. I have sold my art work and even had it stolen. So my shit must have been good. I taught myself how to play guitar. I started out as a singer in the choir and then a lead singer in my first band. Then guitarist in my 2nd and 3rd bands. Philly, Jersey and LA. I’m a writer and a huge film guy. I love all kinds of music from Sinatra to Slayer and everything in between. I love the ballet, the orchestra, the arts in general. So I have a pretty good idea what is good art and what is absolute shit.

What I witnessed that evening may as well have fallen out of a dog’s ass and hit the pavement in a steaming pile of awfulness.

It didn’t make sense. It was poorly written. Horribly acted. Trixie has a great ass though. That’s all I can say. She looked hot. Annabelle was like a scientist in the beginning and then changed into a bird of some kind. It made no sense at all. Annabelle literally wrapped in saran wrap with feathers covering her sort of non nipples and hippie bush. It was a revolting mess.

I’m grateful that I had the lovely opportunity of plying myself with alcohol before the “show.” (more like, abortion)

After that massacre, Annabelle came right up to us and I told her it was really good. It was either that or just simply throw up on her in disgust.

I introduced her to Carly and I’m sure she thought Carly was my main squeeze. Oh, by the way, Carly looked amazing. Black Versace cocktail dress, black sheer hose and black pumps. She looked smoking hot.

Annabelle told us she was going to have to get out of the polyurethane feather nightmare that she was wearing and would chat some more. We told her great job and we’d be downstairs sipping free boxed wine.

We went downstairs and grabbed more wine and went outside to smoke.

“What do we do?”

It was starting to rain.

“We get the fuck out of here. Trixie ambushed you and got free advertising for her shitty show that no one went to see. We’re going.”

I hit the UBER app and we were back in Rittenhouse in 15 minutes.

This is an entirely different epilogue that Michelle’s (See: Michelle – 2007 to Present – A Brand New Day) This is all I have to wrap up the tattered mess that was my short nine month relationship with Annabelle.

In hindsight, should I have ever gotten involved with Annabelle? No. She was too young, and too naive about herself or even the world. It was an absolute mismatch. I once made a list when it was over of all of the thing I liked and didn’t like about Annabelle.

On the GOOD list there were only 3 things. Youth, sex, and nice to be with when we were together just doing things. (ie: dates, museums, dinners, etc.)

Just think. Two of the 3 things she almost had no control over.

The BAD list had over 15 things that I didn’t like about her on it. That my friend, is a strong indicator that it was an absolute mismatch and maybe she was just with me due to her distant daddy issues and I was a novelty to her. A new toy. The latest shiny thing that had attracted her attention like a squirrel.

I remember she told me she once slept walked and went into the bathroom and cut her bangs off. When I met her that second time at that shitty bar where she worked I thought her hair looked a little weird. She had to go to a hairdresser to try to fix that mess. I think it may have something to do with stress.

One time she slept walked and got scissors and cut up a dress that she was supposed to wear to some event for her sister. This chick has real issues or maybe even a real mental disorder. When I look at my relationship with her now, I can’t even believe I stuck around as long as I did. I should have cut her loose way earlier than when it ended. I should have seen the crazy. But you know, I did. I just put up with it because I loved her.

I didn’t love her. That just sounds nice. That’s why people put up with shit. No. People put up with shit because their minds are clouded with society’s norms. If you can take a step back, (Most men can’t. Actually most people can’t) you’d see that you’re in a relationship with someone who is absolutely not right for you. I know some idiots that are doing this right now!

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bitter. But you can think about your mistakes with people. You can talk to your friends and family about your mistakes, but when you take the time to actually WRITE them down, you see the truth. The truth “that your own rod licks you the hardest.”

My mother used to say that, and it’s so true. Think of all the fucked up shit that has happened to you in your life. The bad stuff. You did that. You were probably the architect of that madness. You made that. You at least helped. You brought that nightmare into your life.

It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt anybody. I just want you to think. “Doing the same thing over and over and thinking you’re going to get a different result is madness.”

I’ve done that. We all have. I have to evolve up and out from this relationship. I will. I will never get mixed up aith a girl like Annabelle ever again. I’d rather die alone than go through something like that with such a mixed up emotionally bankrupt, lost soul like Annabelle.

You gotta cut your losses and go.

Everybody’s different and we all go through our own shit in our own way. You can tell your friend that he should leave his cheating wife who hasn’t fucked him in two years but he has to exit that burning building in his own way. All the while wasting years of living he should be enjoying and not going to fucking meetings and therapists.

Drop the clutch and GO!

It’s like telling someone they should get in better shape.

You try to change your own mind and body.

That shit’s hard. How are you going to change another person?

You can’t. They have to do it their own way in their own time.

Anyway. No more artists or failed actresses. I just can’t.

Annabelle was texting after the show and thanking me profusely for my support. Sadly, she seemed so scared and unsure of herself. I guess now that I was standing outside the gates of Annabelle Asylum, I had a different perspective. I could see clearly she was just another lost soul of the arts community here in our fair city

I had some great dinners and some decent sex with her so there’s that. But I would erase it all if I could have the opportunity to never have met Annabelle. But I’m wrong in my thinking. I had to meet her. I had to experience this so I could learn more about myself. I’m still on the journey to find real and genuine love in this city.

But now based on these experiences I’ve had I now have a clearer idea of what that should look like. I have learned much.

And for that I am grateful and I continue to evolve and grow as a man.

That show was the last time I ever saw Annabelle.

But last year on my birthday, she messaged me on Facebook.

“Happy Birthday, Charles, I hope your life is going well.”

I waited a day and thanked her and wished her a happy birthday too. (Hers is July and mine is August 9, both Leos)

 

That was the last I ever spoke to her. I’ve never seen or heard from her again. (Thank goodness!)

 

Will I ever find a girl who is a good match for me in this city that will stick around?

 

My heart is always open, and we’ll have to see what happens. Thanks to you all of my readers. We’ll get there together!

 

 

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