Ambria – Chapter 10 – Take Me to the Garden – Part 2

I turn and it’s Ambria. She looks lovely of course. She’s wearing a flouncy white top and jeans ripped at the knees. She’s all over me. She starts kissing me and rubbing me. I’m all hot and sweaty and I kind of don’t want her doing all that. It’s just so humid. But I’m happy to see her. She’s really frisky. I ask her what’s she’s drinking.

“Long Island Ice Tea. This is number two.”

She’s half in the bag. It’s cute. She’s so happy to see me and glad I came that she’s all over me. Kissing me deeply and caressing my neck and hair. I feel like a celebrity. I tell her I’m really hot and sweaty and she disagrees and keeps going. It feels like she loves me. She’s a little drunk but it has certainly loosened her up. She’s clearly horny for me. I’m honored.

“Do you want to get out of here?”

“I do. It’s hot and I really would like to go to the Red Owl Bar. It’s about a block away.”

“I told my friends that you were coming and I needed to return your umbrella. It’s cool if we split.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally. They know I’m going to leave with you.”

We head for the exit and she’s not finished her potent cocktail. She says it may take her awhile to drink it and she knows she’s can’t just down it. She suggests tossing it.

“Do you want it?”

I tell her yes, and down it in one gulp. Practice makes perfect. She’s amazed but shouldn’t be. That little plastic cup that was half full didn’t stand a chance against me. We head over to Red Owl holding hands. It’s a warm night, but there is something spectacular about walking through Independence Mall with a beautiful woman on your arm on a Summer night in this city.

Independence Hall on my right, standing strong and elegant here in the cradle of liberty, and the Liberty Bell to my left, shining brightly. I love Philadelphia, and I love this sweet girl beside me.

We enter the Owl and I feel the rush of icy cold air conditioning. I am pleased. I know I’ll get a good drink here, and be able to dry out. Like every other girl on Earth, Amb is instantly frozen. I offer my blazer over her lovely caramel shoulders and she readily accepts it.

We take a seat at the corner of the bar and I order a glass of chardonnay with a side of ice, she asks me to just order her a light cocktail from the drink menu. I get us two waters because baby is a little buzzed and should hydrate up. I always plow gallons of water into myself on a daily basis. Especially in warm weather. It’s so easy to get dehydrated in hot weather and if you’re drinking alcohol, double trouble.

We’re sitting at the bar, and Ambria can’t keep her hands off me. She’s being really affectionate. Holding my hands, constantly touching me, moving close to my face, nibbling my ear and kissing me. She’s so cute. Very frisky tonight. She’s said on several occasions that she’s happy that we’re taking it slow. But I realize tonight when she says it, she’s been sarcastic about it the whole time. She really wants me to make love to her.

“Where have you been all my life?” she coos.

She’s said this before on other dates.


We’re chatting at the bar and she’s settled down, and I’m drying out, feeling cool and feeling better, and a bit more relaxed.

She tells me she has a condo in Atlantic City and she wants me to come down with her next Sunday. So we’d stay over through Monday and come back Tuesday morning. I suppose this is it. It’s time. I know she has a house and a rental property, I didn’t know she had a shore house as well. The Nurse Practitioner is money. I’m not after her for her money, but I like a girl who has her own thing going. She a great success and a beautiful, funny, charming lady.

I agree to go to her shore condo with her. She’s delighted because she knows its on.

“Pack a bag, Tiger.”

We are ready to leave and our bartender kind of sucks. I can drink all I want at home, and like I said before, I go out for the hospitality. The staff is just tepid at the Red Owl. The reason I don’t drink here is because it’s too far from my house and it’s expensive.  But shitty service can’t be forgiven. But Ambria comes to the rescue. I go to the restroom and she asks for the check. I come back and we still haven’t gotten it. WTF? The bar is pretty empty but the bartender is too busy running his mouth to one of the other patrons. Failure. When you’re in the service business you have to take good care of everybody all of the time. I do it at the salon, but this clown can’t multi task. The bill comes after she asks a second time. I can see she’s puturbed. She had one drink and didn’t even finish it. Good girl. She sobered up. We both have to work tomorrow. Me at the salon at 11am, Ambria at the hospital at 6am. Superstar.

The bill finally comes and it’s $52. She grabs it, shoves thre twenties in it and hands me my blazer.

Holy shit. Free drinks on baby tonight. I’m very pleased. Ambria is the only girl I’ve dated on this phicklephilly dating odyssey that actually has paid on a regular basis. It’s 2018 and this lady gets it.

I’m super happy I didn’t get killed on drinks tonight. I know it sounds selfish but I have value, and this lady sees it. I like that the tables have turned in my favor.

We walk up to Market street. The evening has cooled off a bit, and I’m feeling great.

We stop on the way and kiss some more like teenagers in love.

She has her work cell and says she doesn’t have the UBER app on it and I tell her I’d be happy to send her home in mine. ($12 bucks. She’s already dropped $60 on drinks for me!) Even then she says she can take the train. Where has this girl been all of my life?

The UBER comes and we kiss goodbye. It’s luscious and passionate. She hops in the car and I kibitz with the driver. I get in with her and tell the driver to take me to 18th and JFK and then take her home. “Junior” is fine with it.

We’re in the car (SUV) headed back to Rittenhouse. She looks gorgeous. She leans against the door and stretches out across the back seat. She has taken her shoes off and puts her soft feet in my lap. I’m not into feet but Ambria’s are especially nice.

She’s smiling and loving me. I can feel it.

“I just want you to come home with me.”

“You have to be at work at 6am.”

“But you can home with me and I’ll leave and you can stay at my house.”

“I have to get to the salon early and take care of some things. I can wait for Atlantic City. It’s locked down and I’ll close this. I just want to go home and sleep in my own bed and get up and grab breakfast and run the salon. If I went to her house tonight too much could stall me tomorrow morning. I know what you’re all thinking. She wants you! Go to her house and make love to her tonight. Or… Some of you may be thinking, Phickle you’re a piece of shit and cheating on Cherie. I haven’t done anything. I’m just in a place for the first time in my life where I am in love with two women at the same time and that has never happened.

It is what it is and I’m just going to roll with it. Everybody’s happy and satisfied and I’m going forward with all of this. I decided to write a dating blog two years ago and I would have never dreamed I would be where I am now. I think with all my experiences I’m well equipped to manage this life.  I’m having a great time and maybe I can change the way people think about dating, relationships and marriage forever.

That would be my ultimate goal.

Or… it could all blow up in my face and I’ll end up alone.


I’ll take that chance.

My heart is open and if this all goes down in flames I’m secure in the notion I can love again and again for the rest of my days. If not, I’m fine with work, Netflix, booze and cigarettes. I really am. I don’t want anything.

The car pulls up in front of Misconduct Tavern at 18th and JFK.

“Wanna come home with me?”

“Gotta go, babydoll. Text me when you get home. Movies on Monday?”

Kisses and heart hands and I hop out of the car. I walk south on 18th Street. It’s late on a Friday night.

Vango is a black club in Rittenhouse. I walk through the throngs of gorgeous black girls as I make my way home. The cigarette I’m smoking is delicious. I see hot girls in bodices and short skirts and I love them all. Black women are the sexiest women on the planet. They’re also the most passionate and the most loyal.

I just want to get home and sleep. I’ll get to the salon early.

Achilles is getting a new air conditioning unit installed in his house and I’m taking his shift. Great thing is, I’ll do all of my laundry in our industrial washer and dryer. I’ll go to Wawa and get all of the food I need for the long Saturday. Breakfast sandwiches, Roastbeef hoagie, banana, apples, with peanut butter dip, Tastykake Bells, Herrs chips, Diet Coke. I graze all day if I have to work a Saturday at the salon.

I make it back to my apartment and have a text from Ambria. She’s home safe and loved her night with me. I pour myself into bed and set my alarm for 9am for Saturday.

I’m looking forward to seeing Ambria on Monday (My first day off in seven days non stop) We’ll go to the movies again to escape the heat of the summer. (We both love a stolen matinée!)

We agree we don’t care what we do, we just want to be together.



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Ambria – Chapter 9 – Take Me To The Garden Part 1

I was working at the office when I got a text from Ambria that she would be at the Independence Beer Garden with some of her co-workers on Friday night. I would be working at the salon until 8:00pm so I told her I could swing by around 8:30.

So I close up shop and head out. It’s really humid and just gross outside. I walk east on Walnut street and figure if I can just get to the other side of Broad street, I’ll head up to Chestnut and see if I can hop on a bus before I melt. I’m walking on 13th street and just as I get to the corner of Drury Street, some crusty homeless guy asks me if I can spare some change and I tell him I don’t have any just like I always do. But as I round the corner onto Chestnut, I see a hot, slender junkie chick, and she asks me the same question.

“I can’t resist a damsel in distress.” And I open my wallet and give her a dollar.

I am a shallow, fickle asshole. She was so grateful and God blessed me and I gently stroked her arm and told her to take care. I can’t resist beauty, even if it is hooked on opiates.

I keep walking east on Chestnut having done my good deed for the day. I look west and see that a bus is coming. I get to the corner and hang at the stop. I dig a token out of my pocket and hop on. The bus is air-conditioned and it’s just what I need to dry out a bit on my way down to the garden.

I get off at 6th street and walk up to Market Street. I enter the beer garden and they card me. Of course at age 55, I’m delighted to be carded. The only place I get carded now is at Rite Aid when buying cigarettes because by law they have to log in your birthday.

The place is pretty busy and there are loads of people around the main bar. It’s a big place. Well, it is Friday night, and normally I never go out on Fridays because it’s amateur night and mostly young people. They’re just noisy, drunk and annoying. It’s almost too hot to be outside at a beer garden. I prefer a nice quiet air-conditioned cocktail bar.

I don’t see her so I walk to the back of the garden because I know in the Southwest corner of the property there is a small bar. It’s like a little shack. I quickly get a Yards Pale Ale and it’s just what I need. I love a cold crisp beer on a hot day. I crush it pretty quickly and text Ambria where I am. I tell her I’m at the bar at the southwest corner of the garden, and she texts me back.

“That means nothing to me.”

It seems like I never date a woman with any sense of direction. But I don’t care, I’m going to order another beer and just chill for the moment. Suddenly this beautiful woman shows up. It’s not Ambria. It’s a woman who looks like she’s in her late twenties or early thirties. What’s unique about her is her hair is blue. But it looks amazing. It matches her dark blue denim skirt. She’s wearing a tight yellow shirt and little ankle sandals. Her legs are spectacular. She seems to be waiting for someone. I’m going to drink my second beer and stay right here. Maybe Ambria will come and look for me.

I get my next ice-cold Yards and it goes down easy, while I drink in the beauty of the woman standing there across the path from me. I swear, If I weren’t here to meet Ambria, I’d go over and talk to her. I swear to God I would connect with that lovely baby. She’s amazingly hot. But I can’t take a chance with Ambria on the property somewhere.

Here’s a pic of the blue haired fox.

I know it’s not a great pic but you can see that she is one fit girl. Her thighs are talking to me. Stacked and packed! Delish!

I decide to go look for Ambria because I’ve been here for twenty minutes and haven’t seen her. I walk back around to the main bar area and walk along the side searching the crowd. I don’t see her. I turn the corner and start walking along the front, when I get this little poke on my back.


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