Kita… When I first met you I liked you immediately. I can’t put my finger on it.
Actually I can put all of my fingers on it. You were sweet, nice and a lovely young girl. Asian. Loves to go tanning, a flash of blonde hair over your dark roots that actually creates a halo of gold around your lovely head.
I started writing about you before I knew you. I never do that. I only write about real encounters but I knew very little about you. But meeting you was an inspiration. I don’t know why. You never know when the spark will come but it feels so good when it does. There’s certainly nothing special about your persona.
You’re cute, fit and tan. You and your sister were adopted from China by a couple of Americans and they’re powerful people. That’s pretty cool and I’ve done my research and they’re a couple of high up important people. So that anybody that gets to know you will have to understand that protocol.
But quite magically I had the honor to get to know you. A lucky girl snatched from an orphanage in China by a great couple that maybe couldn’t have kids. It’s almost on a Brad Pitt and Angelelina Jolie rescue. You and your sisters are lucky girls.
I had the pleasure of getting to know you. What are the chances? A middle-aged man who writes a dating blog for Philadelphia about all of his dating foibles and relationships. You transplant from Florida and attend a university for hospitality management . Nothing extraordinary about that.
But you love to be tan. There’s only a handful of you that’re really addicted. It’s okay. Sunlight is what we deliver here at the salon, and I’m one of the best salesmen in the city. So if you want results you’ve come to the right place.
But I had the chance to actually get to know you. You’re 21 years old. A child. Not like my former co-worker, Summer. She has so much experience when it comes to life, boys and social, but you’ve been sheltered.
Not in a bad way, but in a way that’s been detrimental to your development when it comes to navigating the world of romance and relationships.
You like to hang around the salon and chat with the old lion that’s fought so many battles in regard to love. Not all battles, but maybe some wrestling matches.
I give you advice and wisdom my lithe gazelle. I know so much about your family now. I’m good at reading people and profiling personalities over time. Your story is textbook, darling.
A dad who’s job is so important he’s not around. I like him and admire what he’s done for our nation. Mom is the same but retired. Dad kinda knows his kids but is busy and good with opening the wallet. Mom is a little more loose with words and questions but a little tighter with money and budget.
It’s a nice balance and I think you have a nice family. I have that too and it all makes me smile.
But you and your lovely sis went to private school for girls. That’s no boys. You gotta know boys unfortunately and make mistakes with boys to navigate the world of woman adulthood.
You chicks missed that.
You had the one guy somewhere around 16 and he broke your heart. That should be nothing and you move on to the next hottie.
But you couldn’t eat and had some real depression. Totally normal. That’s what pain, depression and sadness is. Depression and sadness is like an illness you’re born with and gets worse during events. Your mom gave you meds to combat your sadness.
Sick kids need to suffer and get well with the tools they have and the people around them. You don’t stuff pills down a child’s throat to shut off the feelings of illness. The child or the adult needs to feel the searing pain of sadness and loss and eventually heal on their own. (Surrounded by family and friends)
But nobody has the patience to console and wait anymore. They give you a pill to get you in line.
You’re killing the child’s development. You think You’re doing the right thing and saving your child, but you’re ruining their development and their future coping skills. I know you didn’t mean it, and were trying to help your child… the adopted child that’s not your blood but you fucked up.
She needs to be sick and sad. She needs to heal in a natural way that’ll make her evolve and be strong. She’ll be a better stronger woman on the other side.
Fuck sake… no drugs!
Then Kita gets with some other white boy romance loser. He sends out his best representative to get in her sweet pants. Who knows, maybe he liked her, maybe he thought he loved her, but after a few years he grew tired of her. People change… they grow.
Maybe he’s and asshole. I don’t know. But JR basically fazed Kita out. Terrible, but I get it. He may have grown tired of the super tanned, needy, Asian chick he closed on some passionate, sweaty night.
His family didn’t like her and her family thought she was trading down into some lowlife Delaware county trash. Because her family is rich and powerful.
After 3 years JR’s had enough. He wants to drink, drug, and kiss some other babies. Kita has zero experience, doesn’t drink, isn’t all that interesting, and kind of isn’t fun for him. He wants the hot bitches in the club. Kita is a scheduled, nice, conservative, needy, very communicative young girl that could be viewed as a burden to a young man.
So after some time he tires of her. I don’t see that in this moment because she’s a 21 year old gorgeous Asian, fit baby, but it happens.
I was once at a wedding with my brother in law and he asked who a specific girl was.
I told him it was the bride’s hairdresser.
He said: ” She’s hot. But somebody’s tired of that.”
I never forgot that simple wisdom.
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