Kita rolled into the salon today just like she said she would. She chit chats with me for a bit before tanning.
“How are you feeling about everything with your ex?”
“I’m okay, but I just wish I could move forward and not still hurting.”
“You’re hurting because he was your first love and you were together for over 3 years. But spend some quality time with your new guy and the pain won’t be as bad. You’ll be having fun and not thinking of JR.”
“I know but it still hurts.”
“It’s supposed to… that means you care. You have a good heart and are a good person.”
“Sometimes at night when I’m alone, I feel sad.”
“That’s going to happen. That’s part of healing. It takes time.”
“I know. But I want to be there now and don’t want to have to go through this part.”
“Everybody goes through this part, Kita.”
“I just don’t want it to be there but it is.”
“We’ll work on this. We’ll keep talking about it.”
“What do you like to do when you’re not studying or tanning?”
“I like to study and eat right and work out.”
“What’s your drink of choice?” (Cause I love to drink)
“I have Asian glow.”
“What’s that?” (smiles)
“I can’t really drink. I have one or two and I’m gone.” (I’m actually glad to learn this and that Kita isn’t the unusual college booze hound.)
“My friends are all in fraternities and there’s obviously lots of planning and parties and I’m not about that.”
I love that too. A transplant that hasn’t fallen into the destructive part of college.
“Do you have a part-time job?”
“My parents don’t want me to get a job because they want me to focus on my studies.”
I love this girl. Beauty, intelligence, studious and isolation.
We’re chatting and customers are coming in. I don’t know what the hell is going on because we’re actually busy. Apparently a lot of people get married in October.
She tells me people say she looks like Karrueche Tran. We google her and she does, but Kita is way cuter. Besides Karrueche is Vietnamese and Filipino. Kita’s Chinese. (Or is she? She doesn’t look Chinese to me.)
I keep thinking when each interruption occurs she’ll find a way to bail, but Kita doesn’t. She steps away and plays with her phone and continues to hang. I love that. Doesn’t she have anywhere to be? Maybe not. Estranged boyfriend. New guy making his moves through Instagram. But Kita’s still feeling the sadness and pull we all have. The remorse, loss, and betrayal from this boy.
She doesn’t have a job, she’s not in a sorority and has just arrived in Philly from Florida. She might as well have just met me at the bus station in Hollywood in 1982. But I’m not that guy anymore. Right?
She’s just letting customers go and she’s hanging at the counter and I’m loving every minute of it. I’m actually feeling anxiety and shaking a bit I’m so excited by Kita’s presence. That is some classic phicklephilly infatuation.
I’m going to do what I do and the shark fin will cut through the water.
I love my girlfriend, Cherie. I do. She’s amazing. Marriage material but please find me and kill me if I ever even start to talk about anything like that. But Cherie only gets down here maybe once a month. I love that because at this point in my life I like to be alone and once a month is like an Olympic sex event and is always unforgettable.
You saw how much I celebrated going to the movies with Cherie when she was having her period. I want that. But she’s so busy with getting her Masters, and Children’s Hospital and her son, etc. and me with all of my businesses, there’s limited time.
When Cherie and I are together, it’s God come to earth and I adore her, and our times together. I love being with my girl and it’s so peaceful and easy I would build a life with a lady like this. Cherie is a dedicated, loyal wonderful, sexual dynamo that I absolutely love unconditionally. But there are variables and compartmentalization that needs to happen.
Cherie who is rarely around and has earned over 40 chapters of love. Endless love letters to her legacy, but she’s simply absent because of her career and education. She’s one of the greatest women I’ve ever met and I want to keep her… but I am what I am.
I want to sit quietly at a table with her and have dinner. I want to stroll through an art show with her. I want to go on vacation with her. I want to giggle over drinks with her, but our schedules will simply not allow it.
I meet Kita and she’s just a sweet girl who wants for some reason to be Florida Dark in the tanning department. I work at a salon. I can make that happen.
She loves to be tan. She told me tonight that she googled salons before she left Florida so she could continue her tanning journey.
I think because of her military brat life and being adopted, she has had some challenges. She has another sister who’s adopted as well, but there has be something that the child must feel or wonder about.
It’s October and there’s no reason it’s this goddamn busy at the salon tonight but then I realize there are a lot of weddings in October. It’s cool and crisp and I’ll make your bride darker than the dress.
There’s no reason for this delicious beauty to want to hang at the counter and chat with this middle-aged great white shark.
This baby seal is in a shitload of danger, but to be honest, the shark is just happy to have her near him tonight.
Just like the hour we spent last Sunday.
What am I getting myself into? What are my feelings here?
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