I direct the conversation to her free time interests. Food’s always an easy one. All people like to eat. Kita says she loves all kids of food but hates mushrooms. Me too. She says she likes the smell of pickles but can’t eat them. I tell her I love the smell but hate them equally unless they are sliced incredibly thin and buried under a delicious juicy burger.
Kita says he like cucumbers, I don’t answer. I like them but they always repeat on me because I am a carnivore through and through. My beloved daughter Lorelei is a hardcore vegan but my generation wants to kill stuff and eat steak.
“What food do you love?”
“Seared salmon and green beans. But I can’t get that because I’m a poor student at Drexel.”
“Last night I was at this great Italian restaurant, Gran Caffe L’Aquila. I have the hookup with the bartender and the owner. I was there with my buddy Church and I had three chardonnay’s and he had a gelato cup and a coffee and our bill was only $13.
“Oh, my god that’s amazing. I live on ramen noodles.”
“Do you want to get a gig here, cause I could hook you up.”
“My parents put me on an allowance, and don’t want me to get a job so I can focus on my studies.”
At this point my dear readers I’m setting the snare but it’s not like that. It’s a future phicklephilly fail but I will grace the time I get to spend time with this delicious baby, because I’m about to close.
I’ve been in sales my entire life. But I’ve never been predatory. I’ve never been about closing the deal. I’m more about opening a relationship with a client. I’ve always been that way with girls.
“I get the hookup and I know where to go.”
I pull up their menu on the salon’s computer.
“Check the out. Pan seared salmon with vegetables, All you want Kita.”
“Oh, that looks amazing!”
When I was young and in a band, the girls just rolled to me. That was easy and after all of my torture in middle school I figured I deserved that. But I have three sisters, and I grew up with women, and grew to understand them. (That and you can never get in the bathroom!)
Why am I having ideas about Kita? She’s really sweet and apparently likes to hang at the salon. I’m embracing classic phicklephilly love for her. This child. She’s so beautiful and fits into a fantasy caricature of things that turn me on. She doesn’t know that but I’m at an age where I’m just honored to be seen in public with such and exquisite gem. But when I think of anther outcome of this encounter if it actually happens I would just be happy to sit across the table from Kita and lay some incredible gelato on her.
“Lets go there and get you some salmon.”
“Really? I can get the hookup and a flight of gelato that you’ll love.”
“Let’s do that.”
“What does your Wednesday look like?”
“I have classes until noon but free after that.”
I think I’m going in for the close as usual. Born sales guy.
Baby seal on the rocks jumps in the water to cool off from current life stress, Great White shark devours seal.
“So lunch or dinner”
“Dinner works for me.”
“I’ll make the reservation, send you a calendar invite and text you the day before to confirm.”
‘Yes. Let’s do it.”
I confirm her cell and tell her I’ll send her my contact info. (Now we’re connected) I’ll send her an email invite after I make the reservation and I’ll confirm the day before so she can bullshit bail on me with some lame excuse.
I don’t really care. If she bails I’ll be doing wine and noodles at Dan Dan with my friend Francesca and loving life.
But I will feel the loss of Kita. (Praying she’s lonely and has nothing going on and needs guidance through her lost relationship with JR. (Worth dinner with this lovely baby)
We chit-chat some more but baby has to go study. I’m feeling the trembling excitement of the opportunity to share a meal with this exquisite beauty that’s become my number 1 in a space of weeks.
I have a girlfriend that will rock my world this weekend, but I only get to see her probably once a month. I adore her and she’s an incredible match.
But I’m still going to do this stuff because I can’t get off the drug of lust, beauty and sex.
I just hope to god she doesn’t mention our little dinner to the new guy. Because if she does, you know that young insecure little prick is going to put the kabosh on my dinner with princess at the restaurant. That could happen, and it will only mean that Kita is easily controlled by inferior loser dudes.
I just want to look across the table at her and learn more about who she is.
I pray this will happen because I am so taken by her, but only time will tell.
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