Kita flew back from Florida yesterday. Her flight landed in Philly yesterday night. She texts me that day to say she’s coming in to tan today. I didn’t respond because I’m pissed at her absolute neglect of me while away for a month in Florida. I know I’m just acting like a spoiled brat but I don’t like feeling neglected. But I know I’ve brought all of this on myself. As my mother would always say: “Your own rod licks you the hardest.”
I meet her. I fall for her because she’s young, cute, Asian, has a great tan, and sweet legs. All the wrong reasons to fall for someone. But hey, phicklephilly was built on bad decisions.
I get to know her and she’s pretty boring. She has no compass when it comes to navigating romantic entanglements. I give her oceans of advice and she’s still a foolish little girl. But she’s lived a sheltered life in affluence and is only 21 years old.
Whenever I went to Wawa I’d pick up an extra banana for her. That’s when it started. Then it was the cereal bars I’d keep at the salon for her. Then, the full on gourmet bag of snack mix because I know she loves snacks. I want to keep it going so I go on Amazon and buy a case of those snacks for her. (Half a dozen bags)
I give her free water when she’s in the salon and her bottle’s empty. I bought her pepper spray to help keep her safe in the city. I gave her a $45 lotion for free. I take her out to dinner and gelato at Gran Caffe L’Aquilla. I take her out to a special little Christmas lunch before she left for Florida. I gave her a nice bag of dark chocolate covered pretzels as a little Christmas going away present.
That’s a lot. I’ve gotten nothing in return. (Well I did get some sweet kisses and some adult feels so there’s that.) I get radio silence for a month while she’s lounging on a beach in the Florida Keys. Then she has the nerve to come right back in here to tan the day after she arrives and comes in when I’m NOT here?
But, like I said before, this is all my doing. She’s so young. I mean what was I even thinking?
Kita’s a sweet lost little girl who I’ve had the honor of spending time with as a 55-year-old man. She’s 21! What are the chances an old guy like me getting to have dinner with a sweet little baby like her? My life is beautiful. Most men my age would kill to do what I do.
It’s nice. I’m honored after all of my sinning I get to just have dinner with a pretty young lady. I have a girlfriend, but it’s complicated. We’re fine, and I’m dedicated to her but I love eating gelato with all of these other girls.
But there’s nothing happening.
What man wouldn’t want this? You have a girlfriend that’s a sex machine, who comes to your bed once a month and rocks your world. You love her as a person and the sex is fire, but you don’t get to see her all of the time due to her commitments. Her education. Her son. Her job at children’s hospital, her car in the shop. And whatever horrible responsibilities she has that she hides from you being a single mom who’s black and living in Pottstown.
It’s the perfect relationship for me. A girl who adores me, and is amazing in the saddle but is almost never around.
I love it.
I talked to my neighbor Trish (See: Trish – The She Wolf) about Kita and her neglect of me and she said we as artists do the same thing. We get really mad at those that neglect us because we’re so sensitive.
But I told her being sensitive is what makes us artists in the first place. The deep, hard feelings makes us absorb it more than other people, and we remember it and can create. She agrees. We have a sweet moment. She’s sitting on the floor of my apartment smoking pot, but all good.
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