She hung out at the salon for three hours today! I love having her here. She’s such a pleasure to chat with and spend time with. She tells me how grateful she is that she has someone that can help her get through this mess.
“I hate men.”
“I hate boys.”
“All of these boys are just awful!”
“Maybe this is the time for you to take a break from dating and just work on yourself and try to heal. Then when the pain passes, you’ll be ready to commit to a meaningful relationship with someone who’ll treat you with love and respect.”
“Just take some time for yourself. Befriend time. Because it takes time to heal.”
“Thank you. Hey, why don’t you ever send anyone into Room 5?”
“I can go in there?”
Kita walks over and opens the door. “Hey, there’s no tanning bed in here! What’s it for?”
“We were going to buy an additional stand up unit and put it in there but we found we didn’t really need it. So now it’s just storage for the most part.”
“Hey, what’s this?”
I walk around the counter and head over to room 5. “What’s…?”
“Close the door.”
I gotta watch the front.”
“This won’t take long.”
Then Kita came close to me and we kissed. I gently held her lovely face in my hands and kissed her ripe lips. Then, again. And again. She then hugged my tightly.
“You better go.”
I’m always a little shell shocked when I kiss this eastern beauty. I’m totally falling for her. I quickly get back to the counter and regain some of my composure. Some customers walk in and they’re none the wiser. Kita steps out of 5 smiling slyly, and quietly closing the door behind her. She pads across the floor like a cat and sits in the waiting area.
I like these little kissing sessions we’ve shared. This is a virtuous woman that’s only been intimate with one dude and he’s history. The new guy’s messing up already and will probably screw up this once in a lifetime chance to be with this beautiful little chick. So the old lion will just lie quietly in the tall grass and wait for this little gazelle to get too close one day. But she’s a confused young girl who needs a mentor right now, not another predator.
I’m extremely patient.
Kita stays until closing just chatting away with me. She’s been here for three hours!
“Wanna come to Honeygrow with me?”
“Of course, Kita.”
We lock up and head over to the restaurant. Honeygrow is about thinking differently when it comes to their approach, their style + their people. Founded by Justin Rosenberg in Philadelphia in 2012, Honeygrow brings people together over the highest quality, wholesome, simple foods. As a newly converted proponent of a plant-based diet and tired of the mediocrity in both food and experiences presented by many of the older + emerging fast dining options, Justin decided to leave the cubicle world, train in a fine-dining kitchen, and pursue a life that spoke to his passion: Creating awesome things through the lens of nourishing foods. People love Honeygrow in this city. The place is always mobbed during the day. This is where the young people of this city eat now. MacDonald’s Wendy’s, Taco Bell and Burger King are still around and churning out the hit’s but the healthy minded urban professional eat at places like this now. Hip City Vedge, Snap Kitchen, and Sweet Green are just some of the new cool, healthy places to grab a bite in Philly.
The city is changing and I’m getting older. But all these pretty girls that roll in and out of my life all stay the same age!
Kita is chattering on about how she’s so confused about Steve’s behavior. I feel it won’t be long for him. Poor fool has no idea what he’s passing up. To have the virtuous, clean love of this gorgeous, fit lady and eventually have the honor to make love with her. Idiot! He’s blowing it! He’s causing drama and problems where none were there before. I’ll just be here for her and listen.
We munch our salads and I realize this is the first time I’ve ever been in one of these places. It’s pretty nice! I should eat better.
Kita glances about quickly and takes my hand. Looking me in the eyes she says softly; “Thank you… for everything!”
I smile back gazing into her lovely almond eyes. “Of course, my dear.
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