Renegade – 1978 to 1979 – Chapter 3 – Dog Food & Drummers

Mike Carlin on the drums!

It was fun to be in a band. I knew it would be. There’s a real comradery respect between the band members. You didn’t choose these guys as friends, but sometimes you just hung out with them and went to the mall. It wasn’t just a group of friends strolling to the Orange Julius, it’s the band Renegade.

Sometimes during practice to break the tension of developing a new song, jokes would be fired back and forth between members.

Chaz: “Maybe I should open this shirt another button when the girls stop by again.”

Jerry: “Nobody wants to see that hairless baby chest of yours.”

Chaz: “Oh yeah? Well, I’ll have you know Gerald, that hair doesn’t grow on steel.”

Jerry: “It doesn’t grow on Jell-O either.”

Shut me down!

Or the time Jerry first met my younger sister April. He would say, “Oh there’s my wife.” It was bizarre and eccentric. She was only 11 years old! We all knew that it was just a funny bit he did, and in no way it meant to be lascivious in any way. It was just weird.

Sometimes Jerry would go into the cupboard in the kitchen when he would first come over and start eating the dry dog food right out of the box. I think he just did it to shock people. It was all very funny and he was a great guitarist.

One time I noticed that one section of the hair on the right side was darker.

“What happened to your hair?”

“I put hydrogen peroxide in that section.”

“Why did you do that, Jerry?”

“Because I wanted to have one little blonde patch in there like Joe Perry. But instead of making it lighter, it made it darker.”

“Okay…”

The band was coming along. We were working on a few songs by then. But something was off. It was the current drummer, Jack. He just didn’t fit with the band. He also wasn’t very good.

One day somebody brought over this guy Mike. It was just Me, Jerry, and Larry hanging out and working on some new material. Jack wasn’t around for whatever reason. Maybe he bailed on practice or something. This other guy Mike gets behind the drum kit and we decide to let him jam with us.

We run through a few numbers and this guy’s tight. He’s also a good-looking guy. I remember my sister Janice coming down to the basement and acting a little extra friendly during their greeting.

We decide we want Mike to replace Jack. But we don’t want any drama or Jack losing his shit. I tell the boys I’ll handle it. They’re happy about that because they don’t want to deal with it.

The next day I call up Jack and tell him the bad news. Jerry has quit the band to focus more on school and with no Jerry, there is no band. He seems frustrated but accepts the reality of it. Without the lead guitarist who knows all of the songs and all the solos, there’s no Renegade. He says he’ll be by tomorrow to pick up his drums.

I think it was a Saturday because we were all off from school. Jack is packing up his drums. “Tell Jerry, next time he wants to start a band to make sure he’s SURE about it.” I sensed Jack’s frustration. I also felt bad about lying to him. But I had high anxiety back then and didn’t want to face the drama and rejection of it all.

As Jack pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street, I stood on the sidewalk watching him turn the corner. A station wagon down the end of the street started its engine. The wagon pulls into my driveway and Mike, Jerry and Larry get out.

“Pretty slick guys.”

“Yea, we wanted to get started as soon as possible.”

“What did you tell Jack?”

“Umm… I just told him his timing was off and he needed to work on that. He agreed, and I said that we’ve auditioned some other players and we’ve decided on a specific candidate to be his successor in Renegade.” (A bald-faced lie. I didn’t have the balls to do that.)

“Wow, man. That took balls. Good job!”

We start unloading Mike’s white Ludwig drum kit. We all carried pieces of it and he gets it all set up.

About a half-hour later we’re running through the setlist and the band is sounding as tight as a crab’s ass. (That’s watertight)

We’re happy with Mike and I think we’re all set. The usual gaggle of teenage girls wander down the back steps and park in various parts of the basement around the band.

Life is good. Once we were all just targets of bullies. Outcasts. Weirdos. Victims. But now we play rock and roll and everything has changed. The boys that hang up at the corner don’t fuck with us anymore. We are a band. We play songs they like. No longer will they hurt us and especially me. I have created something. It has taken me to the next level. They sit on the corner and play street hockey. I make music with strangers from another school in my basement.

One of the bigger guys one day pulls me aside and tells me that he thinks it’s cool that I’m in a band and the music is good. He thinks it’s cool that his girlfriend and her friends want to hang in my basement and check out my band. He asks that I keep an eye on his girl Patty while he’s at football practice. He knows I’m harmless and it’s a cool place for her and her sisters and friends to be while he’s busy with the boys.

I have become a refuge for the bullies of my neighborhood. I’m happy with my new alliance with these animals. I look at Ray and think about Ryan O’Neil. A dear close friend to Lee Majors in the seventies. Lee was so busy shooting the hit TV series, The Six Million Dollar Man, (A show I worshipped) he asked his buddy Ryan to look after his wife Farrah Fawcett when he was away. Ryan said what I said to Ray that very day.

“I’ll look after like she is my own.”

Ryan O’Neill ended up clipping Farrah and making her his girlfriend and they had a child and he loved her until her untimely death.

I didn’t think of any of this at the time because it hadn’t happened yet, but we were a collection of misfits that suddenly had access to a lot of pretty girls that would show up at our practices for no reason. It was alien to us. But we loved it. None of us were accustomed to being around pretty girls. I think Larry was especially freaked out, and it seemed like Jerry didn’t care. Mike dug the attention, and I just loved that we had an audience.

I was NOTHING before this moment.

Something was happening, and I liked it very much. (Second from the right… Oh my)

The pimple-faced, bespectacled, greasy-haired loser was emerging as a singer in a tight rock and roll band. Skin cleared. Braces were off and swagger was starting to happen.

The girls liked the songs and we were doing something no one in the neighborhood was doing. The world was opening and for the first time, I really felt alive!

I loved playing the song Cold Gin by Kiss, even though back then I was a closet Kiss fan because as great as they were live, a lot of people thought artistically they sucked. But it’s a great song and I adored playing it with the boys. At that time I had never even tasted hard liquor. I just dug the jam.

 

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Andrea – Clowning Around

I met this girl on tinder. She seemed cute enough and the conversation wasn’t as stale as the other matches I had so we decided to meet up over coffee.

The day of, I go to pick her up at her house. I knock on the door and she opens it.

She was, to say the least .. not really like her pictures. She was a little bigger and her face didn’t even look the same. I’m already disappointed but I’m already here and it would be rude to back out now. So she gets in my car and we start driving to Starbucks. On the way there, we talked in the car for a bit and it becomes apparent to me that she is an “XD RAWR so rand0m” type girl. But again .. I’m already here. .. (Yea, I don’t get it either)

We get to Starbucks and she gets me to order for her because “I just can’t handle that right now”. (ok …)

We sit down and I’m already counting the minutes until it wouldn’t be rude to call it a night. We start talking, well, I start talking. The most I can get out of her is yes, no or a slight laugh if I tell a joke. From talking to her like this, I find out she’s actually only 22, her profile said 27. Not a huge deal but I wouldn’t have gone out with her had I known that before. (Or would I…?)

Eventually I ask her what she does. IMMEDIATELY, in one breath she screams out I’MSOGLADYOUASKED I’M A PROFESSIONAL CLOWN WANNAHEARMYCLOWNLAUGH HHOOOOOOONNKKKK HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA.

I am mortified, the entire coffee shop turns to look and she is oblivious to it. Suddenly she is no longer this weird shy girl. She starts telling me all these stories about her clown adventures. This goes on for probably 8 minutes. Everyone around is looking and obviously listening in on it (not that they had much choice). She then tells me LOUDLY how her boss and one of her coworkers propositioned her for a three-way. She goes on to say, “Yeah I thought about it, but he’s 60 and I was 17 at the time so I decided not to. Plus we were doing a child’s birthday party at the time so it might not have been appropriate.”

As soon as she says that, a girl in the corner of the coffee shop lets out a stifled laugh. My date notices and goes beet red. I suggest maybe we should call it a night because I had an early meeting the next day. She saw through my lie but went with it. A few minutes later I realize tomorrow was Sunday. I drive her home, awkward silence follows for the 15 minute drive.

We arrive, I stay silent and don’t get out of the car. She sits there for a bit not saying anything. I go ” Soooo..”. What follows next is 100% true. She said this. I can’t ever forget it. She blurts out, “Wanna come inside and have clown sex while my cats watch?”

Yeah .. she said that. I stay silent for about 10 seconds because I don’t know what to say. I eventually say “I uhh, dont have any condoms, sorry”. She gets the message and leaves. I hightail it out of there and never spoke to her again.

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – 12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Research shows that the first impression is formed within 7 seconds of meeting somebody. If you have a job interview, the manager can make a decision about hiring you in just 30 seconds. Avoiding the common mistakes that ruin this first impression could increase your chances of finding a job, a friend, a client, or a life partner.

I collected some common blunders that can make you appear rude, bored, selfish, and annoying in the eyes of a person you meet for the first time. Read this list through to the end to find out how to avoid errors and use your 7 seconds wisely.

1. Weak handshake

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Limp handshakes can be a real killer of the first impression. Research shows that people with a weak handshake are judged as being shy, anxious, less open, and lacking any ability. Another common mistake people make is holding the other person’s hand for too long. If you want to succeed, give a firm handshake and follow the two-second-rule.

2. Wrong hand position

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Mind the position of your hands while sitting. You can put your hands in your lap, but don’t put them in your pockets because it will suggest that you are hiding something. If you put your hands on the table, don’t squeeze your hands too tight or put your palms down, it could indicate that you want to control the interviewer.

Also, while placing hands on the table and loosely folding them is an appropriate and even preferrable position in the Western world, this gesture would be considered rude in Japan and India.

3. Chewing gum

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

If a person sees you for the first time and you are chewing gum, they might think you are sombebody that is immature, childish, and somewhat lower class. Chewing gum is a bad idea at a job interview. However, in less formal circumstances, people chewing gum are usually evaluated as more friendly and approachable.

4. Avoiding eye-contact

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Eye-contact is a powerful tool for making a good first impression. Research shows that people maintaining eye contact while talking and listening are often judged as more confident and intelligent. People avoiding eye contact, on the other hand, are viewed as less sincere, less attractive, and more anxious.

5. Playing with your hair

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

While women have been shown to touch their hair up to 18 times a day, playing with hair can send the wrong signal to the person you’re sepaking with. While it’s often used as a flirting technique, it can also indicate anxiety, low self-esteem, stress, and discomfort. When playing with hair becomes repetitive and obsessive, it can even signal an impulse control disorder.

6. Wrong conversation topics

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

There are some taboo topics which won’t help you make a good first impression on anyone: health problems, money, religion, ex-bosses or ex-partners, politics, or personal life and problems. Try not to focus the conversation only on yourself and don’t forget to listen to the person you’re speaking with.

7. Invading personal space

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Physical space is the distance you make between you and the person you’re speaking with. Researchers distinguish four levels of personal space. The distance between you and the person you’ve just met at a formal meeting should be about 4 to 12 feet. If you approach the other person too closely you may seem aggressive, while standing too far away shows you aren’t interested.

8. Making distracting noises

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Any random sounds you make, like tapping your foot, tapping your fingers, or cracking your knuckles may be annoying and distracting to others. Tapping can indicate nervousness, irritation, or impatience, and can also suggest that you are lying or trying to irritate others. While cracking knuckles can help you relieve stress, it’s one of the top most annoying sounds, according to a survey conducted by The New York Times.

9. Frequently checking your watch or cellphone

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

The average person checks their phone 110 times a day! Yet, it’s very impolite to check your phone or watch during a conversation. It shows that you are not interested in the other person, that you are bored, and that you have better things to do. Research shows that even having your phone on the table next to you reduces a conversation’s quality and engagement.

10. Forgetting names

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

It is embarrassing if you forget a person’s name, especially if this person remembers yours. To avoid this, immediately repeat the name after the introduction like: “Hi, Anna! Nice meeting you.” Don’t use the excuse that you are terrible with names, if you are interested in the other person the name will stay in your head.

11. Being late

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

When you arrive late, you give the impression that you are unreliable, bad with planning, don’t value others’ time, and lack commitment. Try to manage your time in a way that you won’t be anxious about being late and won’t need to rush. Even when you arrive on time but had to run before that, you won’t be centered and focused enough.

12. Bad attire

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Statistics says that 55% of the first impression is based on your appearance. Some studies show that your appearance, height, weight, hair color, and amount of make up can influence the size of your paycheck. If you meet somebody for the first time try to be conservative and neutral in your choice of clothing, be polished, and don’t use heavy perfume.

Do you recognize yourself in any of those descriptions? Which of these points would ruin your opinion about a person with no hopes of improvement? Which points should be added to this list? Share your opinions and experiences in the comments.

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Sun Stories: Sasha – Chapter 2 – The Black Silk Stockings Incident

So Sasha returns to the salon. She is hands down one of the most beautiful women that has ever set foot in this salon.

I refered to her as my #1.

She loves to tan and I upsold her to a premium package but she feels like she gets more tan in the Cadillac. (That’s powerful but a non-premium bed) These girls are so picky.

She left for a while because she wanted to take a break from tanning. If you leave you can’t be my #1 anymore.

But one day the beautiful Sasha returns to the salon. I’m delighted to see her. I love beauty. I know I’ve always been a beauty addict. She looks marvelous as always. I welcome her back and tell her I’ve been horribly unfaithful to her and she has lost her spot as my number one. It’s all in good fun and we laugh it off.  But there’s a part of me that is serious. I miss my queen. I made her my number one in my head and she left us.

“How are you? I’ve missed you Sasha.”

“I’m having a shitty day and I have a hole in my stockings.”

“I’m sorry. (intrigued by any talk about her legs) They seem okay.”

“It’s high up on my thigh, but their ruined.”

I make lists and rules for the salon and it’s all in good fun. Sasha gets it and knows it’s all just a fun game. It’s a fun way for me to fuss over these girls and create a little competition. They all have fun with it and it makes the place like a lively club.

I do love Sasha in a classic phicklephilly way.  Just me being charming to a gaggle of gorgeous women I adore being in the presence of.

But when I converse with Sasha she actually ruins the false dream I create for her. They always do. She seems shallow and high maintenance. She’s really into tanning. I love that. The beautiful addicts. Addicted to anything that they think will make them prettier. They cling to everything they can to hold onto the only thing they truly possess that has carried them through their entire lives.  Beautiful DNA lottery winners that have skated through their lives sliding down the rainbow of their own genetic beauty and have had everything handed to them. Please don’t misunderstand me here. I get it. I’m a beauty addict. I love them all. I don’t care what’s going on inside of these lovely vessels.

She says she struggles getting her face tan. She’s not happy about the premium package I totally gave her a deal on to help her. She feels like a different bed works better because it is hands down the strongest bed in the house. I don’t care. Sasha’s paying for the premium package and using a lesser bed. Give the people what they want. Whatever works.

Sasha reveals to me that she is 112 lbs and 23 years old. She’s a spectacular, lean Persian beauty and her mom works in local TV in Boston. This chick is a genetic miracle and born into money. Her face is lovely. Her hair is black and even though her nose is crooked, she is a perfect beauty. She has almost no bustline. I like girl with small breasts because they appear more youthful. Her body is lean and her legs are incredible. So I adore her on just the leg aspect. If you’ve been reading this blog you know I am leg obsessed so I would date a girl with an average face if she had a good landing gear and means of propulsion.

While waiting for the sunbed she wants she also tells me that in high school she was 140 lbs. Fat she says. A bigger girl. Who knows what was going on there but on a girl of her stature that’s chunky. She says in High School she was a bad girl and fooled around with a lot of boys because she felt ugly.

Okay, overweight and low self esteem and your mom was smoking hot. I get it. The blog isn’t going to write itself so I’m all ears.

She’s been with the same boyfriend since she was 17 years old.  She now works at an IT Recruitment firm here in Philly with a bunch of girls that tan here. There is one girl who is in my top 5 that brough them all in and she’s gorgeous. I love her too. I can be at the back of the salon without my glasses and I know when this chick comes in just from the slender shapely legs that I see with my special leg targeting super power. Believe me, when it comes to legs, I have a super power. I can hear the rustle of stockings from 50 yards away!

I love stockings and hose. They encase and cling to a woman’s legs to make them look better and keep them warm. Any leg wear and anything related to women’s legs drives me nuts and makes the dopamine drop like mad. I love it.

Anyway, she and the boyfriend live together here in Philly. He goes to Penn and she works in recruitment. They’re both from Boston. So he’s in school and she’s working. So the obvious move financially was to get a place together. They’ve been together for 4 years.

She tells me that if they get married, (Which seems inevitable) she wants a 3 carat diamond ring. She even shows me a photo of the ring she wants. I start to hate my number one. (Former number one)

A ring like that costs anywhere between ten grand and twenty grand. That’s insane. What kind of woman would put that much emphasis on a stone that is in a created market by the DeBeers family.

Most natural diamonds are formed at high temperature and pressure at depths of 140 to 190 kilometers (87 to 118 mi) in the Earth’s mantle. Carbon-containing minerals provide the carbon source, and the growth occurs over periods from 1 billion to 3.3 billion years (25% to 75% of the age of the Earth).

It’s the hardest mineral on the planet but marriage is a complicated and fragile experience. Half of them fail and the wedding business is a billion dollar industry. I’m starting to hate Sasha. She’s a vacuous foolish girl who has watched too many Disney movies and grown up in a place not based in reality.

Think of the pressure this is putting on her man. I tell her he’s going to have to find and incredible career out of college to become that level of debtor to buy her a stone on a ring that could slip off and fall down a sink forever.

So pretty but so superficial. I find that behavior empty and gross. So pretty on the outside. Ugly and stupid on the inside.

Can you imagine a guy dropping $20K on a fucking ring for a girl with no tits and working at a recruitment firm? And she’s a shitty person. She’s just really pretty. That’s it.

Run, dude. But that poor sap can’t believe that he finally gets to fuck the hottest girl in the room. Run, dude.

Sasha tells me if they ever move back to Boston she’s going to get a roommate and they will live separately I ask her why if they’ve been together for so long. She says she doesn’t like the idea of them acting like they’re married and not actually being married.

But they’re doing that now. It’s just tradition and ideals at this point. That would be expensive and stupid.

I can see all of this insanity from where I’m sitting now at 55. I’ve lived through every nonsense relationship tradition you could probably imagine. It always ends the same.

I look at Sasha and I’d love to fuck her back to the stone age, but that’s it at this point. She has officially lost her superficial silly title as the number one babe at the tanning salon.  (I know it’s just a game, but we gotta have some standards here people)

Somehow when she’s sitting there and we’re chatting and we’re getting into work stuff she says the phrase:

“I’m not going to be a pussy about it.”

Me with six 5 star Yelp reviews has to embrace my fallen number one using the word “Pussy” I have to do this. We’re close enough now.

“Sasha. It’s funny that people use that word as being soft or weak.”

‘I know, right?”

“I hear that phrase a lot and I’ve given it some thought.” I say this as the older statesman of the tanning salon in Rittenhouse. I’m the guy that the girls listen to in regard to which bed, lotion, exposure time and program they should adhere to be beautiful now.

“What are you thinking about that?”

I love that we’re going to have this conversation. I’m going to risk it.

“When men say things like, grow a pair of balls, or sack up, they mean be a man and be hard. Be brave and stand up for yourself. But in reality, the testicles are the most fragile part of a man. If you strike or kick a man in the balls he will fall to the ground and actually feel broken and nauseous from that. You can basically take a man out by hitting him in the balls. They hang outside his body in a bag and aren’t even strong enough to be inside his body to manufacture sperm. Fucking weak. One swift kick and we’re down. On the other hand, pussy is strong. Stronger than balls. A pussy can take a solid pounding and is strong enough to push out a baby.  A human being. Pussy is mighty.”

I know I risk being fired for this view.

“I totally agree with you Charles, and think about that all of the time.”

I love that Sasha think about how strong her sweet pussy is all of the time. I would like nothing more that to test the tenacity of her vagina. But I digress.

This is as intimate as I’ve ever been with hot, shallow, Sasha and I offer the Sweet and Sexy hot bronzer. She accepts it after hearing of its effects and actually like the idea of me giving it to her for free.

This is so fun! I love this tanning drama!

She comes out after her session and looks a little red. I tell her rosy complexion is the tingler activating the melanin in her skin to make her darker. She likes that. She tells me she had micro blading done on her eyebrows. I don’t know what that is, but apparently it’s something that will make this already perfect girl more beautiful.

Microblading, also known by a variety of names such as embroiderymicrostrokingfeather touch and hair like strokes, is a form of permanent makeup that provides a means to partially or fully camouflage missing eyebrow hair with the appearance of simulated hair using fine deposits of cosmetic tattoo pigments. Over time the strokes can blur and fade and will need to be refreshed.

Sasha tells me she has to protect her eyebrows from tanning while she is microblading. I wish I had come up with a nonsense product that people felt like they needed their whole life.

No. I could never do that to another person because that’s a lie. Sasha is beautiful and fucked up, but I’m here to serve her.

She comes out a little rosy from the lotion.

“Look. It worked. You look darker. Amazing.”

“I do right?”

I touch her forehead and arm. She’s red. My fingers gentle touch leaves a white impression then returns to red/brown. She’s happy with the results and I am the therapist. I am the one that delivers the tan. The beauty, The thing they all crave and don’t really need, but this is a business and it’s what Achilles and I do now. (See: Achilles – The Bronze God)

I notice her lovely legs are bare when she comes out of the booth.

“What happened? Won’t you be cold?”

“I told you I ripped a hole in my stockings today.”

I watch as she throws a black cloth wad into the trash.

“See you Thursday and thank you for everything!”

Off she goes.

I slowly walk her to the door and wave goodbye.

I watch her bound down the steps. Her shapely lean legs flexing as she makes her way back to Walnut street.

I turn back to the trash. That’s Sasha’s black sheer stockings that encased her lovely legs all day in the trash. The ones with the disappointing hole.

Well, off to the dumpster out back.

 

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Kellie – Feminist Sex Tornado

Next Monday I’ll resume the Cherie series. I just needed to gather some material! So here’s a story from a few years ago. 

THIS STORY IS NSFW!!!!

I met Kellie on OKCupid and we chatted back and forth for a while. She even asked for my number and we chatted on the phone a couple of times before meeting up. We talked for over an hour one night and I’m usually not a phone person, so it seemed like we got along very well. The one downside was that she was an ultra-feminist.

Now let me just say that I have nothing against feminists or feminism. I’m a feminist as well in that I believe in equality and want all my female friends to have the same opportunities as me as a white man. I also can get on board with all the ‘don’t blame the victim’ stuff — I get it, there are plenty of reasons women can’t feel the same level of safety as me when walking home alone at night and it makes me sad and angry because these are my friends. BUT there’s a certain point where a line is crossed and just everything you say makes me cringe. These are not feminists but SJWs (Social Justice Warriors)and they are so annoying. I’m not going to get too much into the politics of it but after hearing her say a few things on the subject that sort of grated my nerves, I told her there were a few things that we might not see eye-to-eye on but that we probably had the same core values. She was cool with this (at first) and said she didn’t mind when people disagreed with her and she found it more interesting to speak with someone like me — who disagreed on some things but was basically not a scumbag — as opposed to talking to someone who was a ‘yes man’.

Fast forward to the date. We meet up at a restaurant and right away I’m attracted to her. Our plans are to go to the museum afterward but I really don’t feel like it. We have a couple of drinks with dinner and are getting along pretty well. We’ve both had a few drinks at this point and the vibe is more one of ‘lets keep the party going’ rather than ‘lets go look at art’ so I suggest we go get more drinks at a club. She suggests we get some wine and go back to her place for a game of monopoly. I try to talk her out of the monopoly game but she insists that we play monopoly. Not wanting to be a stick in the mud, I oblige. We go dutch on our dinner/drinks (which I hella respected her for insisting upon) and grab a cab to the wine store and then to her place.

We’re hanging out drinking, her place is nice but there are a few weird things like fridge magnets of penis’, which I actually think is funny and cool. Then she pulls out the monopoly board and takes the lid off and there’s a huge knife in it. She starts laughing and I laugh along nervously. She said her mom put it in there as there was no space or something last year when she was travelling. OK cool. The knife is put away and I relax. We’re drinking wine and playing the board game and she’s making eyes at me. This is going well.

Now this is the kind of girl who thinks it’s rape if you are in a relationship and you ask your partner more than once for sex if they say no the first time. I’ve been in relationships with girls who had a higher sex drive than me and have been on the receiving end of this. Sometimes it’s annoying but I never felt I was raped. So I was not planning on making any moves on her after we both had a few drinks. I wanted this to go somewhere for the long run and didn’t want to get physical right away anyway. I get up to use the bathroom but apparently I had to do something with the door to get it to close and she got up to show me and we start making out in her hall. She’s a great kisser and a red-head and we get along so well so far, I am very turned on.

We go back to the game for a bit but eventually we end up on her bed and clothes start coming off. I tell her I don’t want to sleep with her as we’ve both had some drinks and I’d like her to be my girlfriend one day. This puts her off, she says it’s too soon to say that and to be fair, she was probably right but I was drunk and smitten. She says for me to either take her pants off or we can go back to monopoly, it’s up to me. So I take her pants off. I slide my fingers inside her and feel this weird thing inside there. I’m like WHAT THE FUCK? Pull my fingers out and am like “uh…what’s that?” She starts laughing. I guess she forgot there was a diva cup in there. But she’s cute so no big deal. She goes to the bathroom and removes it but the mood is kinda gone, so we make out a bit more and decide to go grab some pizza. I’m getting tired by this point, so I go home but we make plans for her to come to my place in a couple of days.

Fast forward to my place 2 days later. We’re Netflix and chilling, more wine. One thing leads to another and we end up in my bedroom after about an hour. She is CRAZY in bed. It’s like a sex tornado. But she doesn’t want intercourse, which is OK. She is sucking my cock, giving a hand job, grinding me, sucking my cock again, it’s like a whirlwind. She asks for me to go down on her and I dive right into her fiery box.

Afterward we go back to Netflix and are cuddling on the couch. I suggest Ex_Machina as I think it might interest her because I thought it was a cool movie with some feminist undertones. Well she was offended that there were so many naked women in it and she ended up going on this rant and I was disagreeing with her on some points. Soon she’s telling me that she can’t see me again (in a very condescending way) because we just don’t see eye-to-eye on things and she can’t respect someone who thinks X etc… and I have a lot to learn about women.

At this point I’m a little annoyed but not too broken up about it because in the long run I could likely not stand listening to her Tumblr meme like beliefs on a daily basis. I call her a cab and we never speak again.

 

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