Sun Stories: Anastasia – The New Number One?

There’s no new number one. I’m tired of all of this drama and titles with all of these beautiful girls that come in the salon. I feel like I’m just creating it all for content.

Anastasia came into the salon one night back in the fall and said she had just relocated to Philly and got a good job. She works for Aramark. One of the biggest super brands in the city. She worked in marketing and shipping. She didn’t seem thrilled with her vocation.

Like any young person she was making her way and happy to have a job after college. Anastasia is 23 years old but acts more mature that most girls her age.

However she loves to tan. I like ladies that like to tan. Because that’s what we do.

She’s pretty and sweet and sociable. I like girls like that. She’s pretty and I love that she does her makeup so she has smoky eyes. I love that. I think it’s my favorite. Maybe I like smoky eyes because I love ethnic women. They naturally have that and it’s so lovely.

Anastasia’s down to Earth and tells me a little about herself. She complains that she goes out with her friends but they always go out so so late and get too drunk. (To me that’s typical early twenty something behavior. It’s just what we did at that age.)

But Anastasia seems a little different. More mature. I like that she has a bunch of gay friends too. That good. She embraces everybody and like me that makes for a balanced existence.

Anastasia really seems like a cool chick and I’m getting great vibes from her. I feel like she is looking to expand her sphere of influence and I suggest we should hang out and get a drink.

I’m taking a risk here, but I’m really good at what I do. I break rule number 3 here at the salon. (You’re available, but you’re not available. If I date a client and fuck it up we lose a client. Not good) I ask her to meet me for a drink sometime. Anastasia is totally down for that.

I love that. She’s beautiful and I really like her. I’m not after her, I just want to spend time with her because she’s a great girl and I love socializing with new good people. (Especially pretty young women)

The heart wants what it wants and I will never stop being who I am. I’ll be seventy and doing this. (If I last that long)

Anastasia comes in a lot and is getting really tan. She looks so beautiful. But Christmas is approaching and she will probably take a break and be with her family and friends.

Holidays are expensive when you’re young and after a while she disappears.

I miss her.

In my fantasy drama I wanted to make her my number one, but if you don’t come in it doesn’t work.

Sasha still holds the title just based on her sheer beauty and my shallow embrace of gorgeous women of little mettle.

The holidays arrive and my dear Anastasia is gone.

I miss her presence.

Months pass.

I actually make the bold move to text Anastasia that she looks a little pale.

She responds that she’s mired in holiday gifting debt and will be back.

I wonder how a girl who loves to tan so much won’t come in. But it’s a financial reason and I get that. Tanning is a luxury product unless you have eczema, seborreah, psoriasis or seasonal affective disorder. Because we will hook you up for that. $100 a session at your doctor’s office for light therapy of five sessions for $40 at our salon. Boom!


It’s mid February and beautiful Anastasia suddenly returns.

I am elated to see her. Of course she’s gorgeous with no tan but I know she wants it. She needs it.

I catch up with her. Things are the same at her job. Just corporate bullshit like everybody I know and all of the days I’ve spent in that prison.

She starts to come in everyday again. I love that and I love seeing her again. She’s sitting there in the waiting area in her boots and jeans and I can see her thighs are amazing. I love her. (In a phicklephilly way)

Could she be the new number 1? Bumping Sasha off the pedestal just from sheer number of appearances?

Also there is no way in hell I’m ever meeting Sasha for a drink. She is firmly ensconced in a relationship and is a high maintenance bayba who wants a doorknob sized ring from her man if he wants to marry her.

Sasha is the most beautiful woman who comes in here to me, but she’s a vacuous pretty girl. That’s all. I love beauty and find it hypnotic but Anastasia is the real deal.

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m sitting in the waiting room with Anastasia.

“What are you doing for Valentine’s Day, Anastasia”?

“I was going to go out to dinner with one of my gay friends but he bailed.”


“He said he didn’t like the food at the restaurant I picked.”

“Where did you pick?”


“I love Marathon! Upscale diner with locally farmed great food!”

“I know right? But He’s just being a bitch typical gay dude.”


“He’s only saying that because he doesn’t feel like going out.”

This tells me on Valentine’s Day that lovely Anastasia doesn’t have a man in her life and has no plan.


I put a bunch of kisses in our basket to tell our ladies we loved them on Valentine’s Day.

“What’s your deal, Anastasia.”

“I don’t think I ever want to be in a relationship.”

“Why not, honey?”

“I was in a relationship for two years. Two years ago. He cheated on me. Broke my heart. I like to be alone.”

“I like to alone too.”

“I’m not lovey and kissy and he wanted that all of the time from me. I’m just not that.”

“I’m the same way. I don’t need to be in touch with someone all of the time.”

“Yea. He didn’t like that I wasn’t super attentive and was always texting and on me… you know what I mean?”

“Yea. He was super insecure. They want control and they are usually the ones that cheat.”

“Yea. He cheated on me two years ago. Piece of shit. He actually blamed me for not being so  lovey to him. That’s why he cheated.”

“That’s bullshit. That’s classic insecure piece of shit asshole who worries about his girlfriend and always cheats first. I’ve met all of this assholes..”

“I just don’t think I can ever be in a relationship ever.”

“You’re young. But you’ve learned much, but you may be able to be in a relationship at some point. You have time.”

“I don’t think so.”

This is my Great White Shark/Baby Seal moment.

“Let’s meet for a drink. My man Roman is the god of the bar at Square 1682. Monday?”

“I fucking hate Mondays.”



“We can drink our faces off and the bill will be $11. It’ll be great.”

“I’m down.”

“I like talking to you.”

“I like talking to you too.”

“I’ll be in tomorrow to tan! I’ll see you then.”

Anastasia is a lovely woman. So mature. I love at 23 she’s willing to meet with me and hang at my favorite spot.

I want to learn about her family and everything. I’m sure my buddy Roman the bartender will enjoy the show.

I really hope this happens next Tuesday.


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