Ambria – Chapter 9 – Matinee Day – Part One

“Everyone wants that which retreats from them.”

I finally was able to make a date with Ambria to go to the movies. We’ve been trying for a bit but mitigating factors have intervened and kept us apart. But we’ve worked out the staffing issues at the salon for the moment.

Ambria works at the hospital Saturdays and Sundays, and I work at the salon Sundays so it’s hard to meet up. But I like this new world where I am in complete control. My time is limited and valuable with my girls. My female friends crave brunch and drinks with me, my male friends are lost without me and my girlfriends are clawing at the door.

I couldn’t be in a more valuable position. I love the demand. My time is limited for the first time in my life and the key to an exciting social life is being unavailable. You give them a time and a date, and they snatch it like a worm on a hook. Everyone wants that which retreats from them. It creates value. I’ve been taught in all of my sales jobs to sell the value. I don’t really have to do that anymore. The value is me and my time is limited. Give them a good show and they’ll crave more, and keep coming back to all of your shows and buy all of your albums.

Ambria and I are going to the movies for the first time. She loves film and so do I. Turn me on, dear. Well done. We agree on a film. My Cousin Rachel. I have no idea what it’s about. I threw a few choices her way, and that’s the film she chose. I’m good with that. It’s a Ritz theater showing so I know it’ll be cerebral. I don’t care. It’ll be good. I love anything the Ritz theater does.  Always art. Always a quiet theater. extremely comfortable chairs that recline. The staff is nice and love the art. No children. Ambria hates children and so do I. I have a beloved daughter, but I never took my crying daughter on an airplane or to a movie theater. Lorelei has always been chill and a delight. She doesn’t count. My theater major and four octave soprano respects art and theater. Boom!

We text the day of and it’s on. I’m looking forward to seeing Ambria. She’s a beautiful delicious baby, and on this hot June day, I look forward to giving her kiss in the back row like a teenage boy.

My daughter Lorelei had ordered some hair extensions that weren’t the right kind, so she asked daddy if he would take them to the post office and return them for her. Of course he said. She’s my beloved.

So I do that, and take a picture of the picture of the package going back to Seattle so she can get new platinum hair. Whatever baby wants. I know my way around the Post Office. I walk down 16th Street and head to Market Street after I send the Parcel off.

I’m waiting for the bus to Old City with a singular Muslim girl and a nice looking black couple. The 33 bus arrives and I step on and drop my token in the box. I always greet the driver as I have since riding the bus in the late Seventies going to high school in Philly.

The bus is packed and I cling to the metal bars rather than the hanging straps because in middle age I no longer have the upper body strength to swing in the aisle. I look at my watch and I know I’m cutting it close. Normally, I’m at the theater 15 minutes before the film starts out of respect. But I’m on a bus heading east on Chestnut Street and there is so much traffic.

I’m getting nervous, but I know she’s on a train coming down, and Amb has been on point so she won’t blow it and I’ll be there 10 minutes before the goddamn previews start. Again, it’s a crisis for me because I must always be early for films.  I’m standing on the bus. like all busses it empties out as it reaches its destination. I grab a seat. But still sweating and panicking about the clock. I’ve cut this too close. Not cool. I’m the clock guy. I have to be early and settled for the art to start!

I hop off the bus at 2nd and Market and head south on second street to the theater. It’s between chestnut and walnut back in a little area that no one would ever find. I hope to God Ambria didn’t go to the wrong theater. But she’s a really smart girl who does her research on ever date we go on so I’m confident she wont fail me.

I’m stressed.

I never want to be the guy going to the theater late. Ever. My father taught me well but I am obsessed. I text her I’m there. it’s 12:50.

I buy the tickets for “My Cousin Rachel”.  It’s so dead that the box office isn’t even open. It’s just a fat kid behind tha snack counter that generated my tickets . He’s really sweet and we chat about my situation. I tell the boy that my date is on her way.

Her train was 30 minutes late and she is now in and UBER en route to the theater. We are in crisis mode and I ask the fat kid if she blows the showtime, can we use these tickets for the 4pm show. He smiles and says yes. I love that kind of flexibility.

I’m on the phone with Ambria and I calm her. She says she loves the sound of my voice which I find hot but I want baby down here now. She’s doing her best and pushing hard and I think we can make it. But I like Ambria so much I would let her blow it and we can go to the 4pm show and I’ll be fine with it. She’s so beautiful and sexy I’ll make an exception for her.

Beauty always wins with me. The boy tells me that the show starts at 1pm but there are 10 minutes of previews so if she gets here at 1:10 we can still make the show.

Come on Ambria. Get here.

 

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Revealed: 5 Reasons Why Most Men Find It Difficult To Apologize To Women

Revealed: 5 Reasons Why Most Men Find It Difficult To Apologize To Women

The reason why most men find it difficult to apologize is something unfathomable. Saying I’m sorry is a short phrase and goes a long way in ending any argument or rift.

Apology should be easy for both male and females but for some reason it is not so.

Here are some reason why apologizing might be difficult for men:

1. They want to avoid further blame

Women like to talk and in this age of women empowerment, a woman will take the first chance she gets at rubbing victory in a man’s face. Add this to women that love nagging and you have the recipe for unending disagreement.

Sometimes, men do not apologise because they don’t want their partners to begin listing all the wrong things they have done in the past. They just want it to end there.

2. Some things don’t deserve an apology

Generally, women do not find it hard to apologize because they understand that an apology can go a long way in resolving issues. This is different for men; to them, some things are just too inconsequential for an apology.

3. Actions speak louder than words

Instead of saying “I’m sorry”, some men prefer to show their remorse by trying to please their partners. Some prefer to buy gifts and do a great deal of material-placating rather than tender a simple apology.

4. Pride

This is the most common reason men hold back on apologizing. Generally, men do not like to be seen as being weak enough to admit guilt.

Tendering an apology would mean acknowledging that they were wrong and this will put a dent in their ego.

5. They want to share the blame

When one tenders an apology, the person is taking responsibility for something that went wrong.

Sometimes, a man does not want to take all the blame, he wants to share the blame so he withholds apology. For example, when a couple disagree.

 

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