The day arrives.
I was in meetings during the day and pleased that I didn’t get a bail text from baby. I stop at the salon and chat with Summer. We share some stories and she has no idea that I’m about to break rule number 3 two hours from now. (Don’t date the clients)
I leave and head to City Tap House to see my buddy Zack. His brother and his band are there from Wildwood, NJ. We trade rock and roll stories and mine are far worse that these boys. They love the name of the band I had in L.A., Haightwayten.
They ask me why my band had such and odd name. I tell them it’s because I ‘hate waiting’ for people that are always late and I’m always early. I bust their balls that their band is called “Fools Send” and even worse that they are a bunch of surfer Ska playing knuckleheads. They love it.
It’s 4:15 and I have to meet baby at 5. Zack places and elegant Bulliet Manahattan in front of me as always. I need to sip this baby to take the edge off of what I’m about to do.
Have dinner with a beautiful 21 year old student from Drexel, which to me isn’t cheating on my girlfriend Cherie, because I’m technically dining with a really good client from the salon. But if I’ve written a dozen chapters about a girl, I guess that warrants some sort of charge against me.
I’d rather be having dinner here with my queen, but she’s never around and just comes down for greatest hits. I want to take her to the movies and do stuff, but she has no time.
There’s a thrill in my dark self of running down this lithe gazelle for dinner tonight. Based on how excited she was last night I pretty much know she’s not going to bail. Sure, she has mid-terms but a dinner like this she just can’t afford.
I’m not really after her, but the old lion is bored. I just enjoy running down delicious game and getting them to say yes just to know I still can. I don’t know if that’s and ego thing or a continued low self esteem thing.
It’s obvious Kita is vulnerable and ripe for the picking but I’m not that guy. I will mentor and support her. I have three sisters.
At this point as I sit at the bar at City Tap House with Zack and his brother, I’m just happy that a young girl this pretty would willing come out and dine with the Dark Lord.
I love Cherie, but I’m driven by the blog at this point for content. I’m sorry. I know you were all hoping for me to be the lustful old perv that still has the power to pluck the ripe little cherries from the trees. But I’m just not that guy.
I miss Cherie. I want to have dinner with her and give her all of these things. But all I get is sex and breakfast anymore. I love Cherie. I’ve described her as WIFE which is terrifying to me. but Cherie has those qualifications and I would consider. But there’s that part of me that’s still the hunter.
I can’t help it.
I see that baby seal hop off the rocks because she’s hot and leaps into the sea to cool off. I am a grey fin rushing towards her in a sea of foam and the result is inevitable.
I may seem like the wolf of the sea. But I’m not.
If you’ve read this blog, I’ve been a gentleman that just wants to fall in love for the last time.
As we all know, that isn’t as easy as we’d all like to think it is.
I look at my watch. 4:40. I have to be at the restaurant to meet baby in twenty minutes. I’m laughing and trading rock and roll stories with Zack’s brother and his band. But I gotta go. I have to meet Kita for dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city.
The boys are loving my tales of L.A. and want to get my name tattooed on their bodies. I beg them to refrain and show them a pic of who I am to meet. They all rejoice in the power of the senior rock and roll success. I’m grateful but I have to go.
I turn to Zack and tell him I have to close because I have 20 minutes to get to Grand Caffe L’Aquilla across town.
I expect a bill, but Zack waves his hand and says it’s already done.
I drop a ten on the bar and we’re good.
I love him and I’ll bring more people here in the future,
I’m out the door. The brother band waves to the old rocker and pays homage. I like that, but only for a second. None of that matters from my past. I would just love for these little fuckers to make it in the industry before the are eaten alive or fail.
It’s quarter to 5 and I’m pretty sure baby will be late.
Tune in tomorrow for the thrilling conclusion!
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