My mind’s been reeling since the possibility of having dinner with the lovely Kita. I wrote a fantasy piece about her a week ago and now part of it is coming true. Should I start writing about the lottery?
I had an incredible Friday into Saturday with my girlfriend, Cherie. It’s always magic and we’re such a perfect match. I love her very much. She’s a wonderful woman and I’m blessed to have her in my life. The pleasure she bestows upon me are beyond words. It is euphoric but doesn’t own me like when I was with Annabelle.
But phicklephilly isn’t going to write itself.
The plan was made to have dinner with lovely Kita last week. I couldn’t believe I was able to pull it off. It hasn’t happened yet, and there are a myriad of things that could go wrong, but I’m an eternal optimist. I’m prepared for it to fall apart at any moment, but I am hopeful of the outcome.
I just want to sit across from this beauty and share a meal with her. That’s it. I love the idea of meeting new, pretty women and getting to know them. Cherie is my queen, but is sometimes absent for long periods of time.
I love the hunt. The thrust and parry of romancing women. That’s always been the inspiration for this blog. I’ve covered so many topics and times in my life but this is my favorite part. If my buddy Church knew I was doing this he would firmly disapprove, but fortune favors the bold and he would never understand what I’m doing. But Johnny R. and my pal Robert and James would.
I have compartmentalized my life. That’s what I tell my close friends. Sleeping dogs need to slumber and the cards must be kept close to the vest.
I made the dinner plans with Kita last Thursday and in classic phicklephilly fashion let the lure hit the bottom and cool off for few days. I can’t seem to eager. I can’t just leap onto the rocks and start chomping at this baby seal. I need to swim a bit and keep my dorsal fin hidden for a few days.
We always want that which retreats from us.
I put Cherie on the train back to Pottstown today after our magical session. I had planned on running some errands today, but the store was closed and it was all a bust. I don’t care. I can pick up that stuff next week. I stopped at the salon to see Summer and go tanning.
Her boyfriend Jax was there chilling and I’m always happy to see them both. The crazy young couple has soldiered forth with their relationship.
I go into the stand up unit in room 4. It has an input for an audio cord so you can plug-in your phone and rock out to your own tunes. Of course I do this and listen to Joan Jett sing “Do you want to touch?”, “Highway Tune” by Greta Van Fleet (Amazing!) and “To the Top” by Krokus. (From the glorious album, ‘One Vice at a Time.’)
I hang bit more and then decide to get some food. I was thinking MacDonald’s, then Giovanni’s Pizza. I settled on the latter and walk in and order a slice and a small drink.
This guy I used to work with approaches me and says: “I got his meal.”
I’m grateful and we chat. The crazy irony of this is that I have been taking meetings with him in the last few weeks and he wants me to sell a new phone app that his company has been developing. He had just texted and called me an hour ago to tell me that they were ready to go forward with me.
I’m stunned. What kind of serendipity shit is this?
The guy that wants me to work for his company and wants to finalize the deal next week, is in the pizza bar I decide to go to for a quick bite instead of MacDonald’s. I just want a little food before I go crush three Chardonnays over at one of my favorite bars with my friend Prova.
The guy is hanging at the bar with his dad drinking a beer. I can’t make this stuff up! We sure up some dates this week and agree to meet again. I rip into my free slice and soda. The only thing better than free pizza is free drinks.
Later I go hang at Prova’s bar for a few and when the places gets crowded, I bail. No discount which kind of irks me. I did go on a run to Dunkin’ Donuts for coffee and pastries for her and the other bartender. But I really don’t care, because things are good and I’m happy to see these girls.
I sometimes like traveling solo to bars where I know the staff. I get all of the attention and I’m not responsible for anyone else’s happiness but my own. That’s not selfish. That’s just me being a Leo.
I pay the bill and head back to the batcave in Rittenhouse. I know when I get there I have a few things to do. I have to write-up the calendar invite for dinner to Kita. I have to also push my contact info to her. I have to do this today.
I let the moment cool. I waited a few days and now the dorsal fin has to surface for a moment. My father used to say, “Timing is everything.” My dad was great at absorbing original things that other people have said and making it his own. But he did take from the greats and I use his stuff in my own life. Creativity is what springs from the greatest minds but we need good recorders to carry the info of others and present it to the masses. He was good at that.
He had a great mind, but struggled with himself as we all do. But I’ve learned much from that mighty Jedi.
He may be dead but his spirit and words and ideals live strong in me today. I’ve passed them on to my daughter Lorelei. That keeps him alive in us all.
I pour a glass of chardonnay and light a cigarette.
The calendar invite has to be perfect. There are no second chances or missteps allowed with this rare bird.
Kita knows I’m going to do this but I like that she has no idea when it will all happen.
I hope it doesn’t fizzle the moment I send it.
I have to believe in my powers and my fatal charm is firmly in place. The groundwork has been laid and all I need to do now is follow through with my plan.
But at this point of my life I’m prepared for disappointment and failure. I’ve had enough of that so I’m good with whatever the outcome.
I prepare the invite. Make sure it’s perfect and it’s ready to go.
I put on some heavy metal music. The Haunted comes to mind. I don’t know why. Probably because they crank out some furious shit that could go any way depending on the outcome of this Saturday send to Kita.
I take a sip of wine and a pull from my cig. I go with sharing my contact info on my phone first. I make sure it’s correct and hit send.
Off we go…
Then I send the calendar invite for our dinner date at Gran Caffee L’ Aquila.
It’s done. Fingers crossed.
Now we wait… (The worst part, but I’m prepared for the inevitable.}
I go back to making out with my wine and cigarette. I never smoke or drink around Cherie. She’s not much of a drinker and I would never smoke around her because that shit is disgusting to a non smoker. Respect.
I start writing about our little foray last night and this morning. It was glorious and as always really good. Sex and peace for my baby girl.
It was a spectacular fourteen hours with my love so there is much to write in my ongoing love letter to her.
But then my phone pings.
I respond accordingly; “Kita!!!!”
“Are you in tomorrow???”
I love her urgency. I pray she’s sitting home alone studying on a Saturday night.
“11 to 4!” (Sun emoji, because it’s a tanning salon)
“Okay! I’ll see you!”
“Great! See you tomorrow”
“(Smiley emoji with the little hands up)
That’s adorable and affectionate. I’m smitten. I am going to be trembling when she comes in tomorrow. It should be dead tomorrow so I’m hoping that she can hang out and chat.
I love Kita… phicklephilly style.
Can’t wait to see her tomorrow. So far the plan is working.
Please pray for me she makes it to dinner next week.
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