It’s Monday and we’re busy as hell. I’m cranking the counter at the salon and Amelia is running around cleaning beds.
Tis the season at the salon. We are in full swing and Amelia is stepping up to the challenge.
April through July is insane in here and that’s why she’s here. I’m grateful and we’re working well as a team.
New people are signing up and the regulars are rolling in. It is non-stop mayhem. This is the busy season. I’m so happy to have Amelia here now. She’s great as I’ve written before. But she’s on top of the cleaning and the laundry. She’s what I need. I must keep the customer service up.
Waves of clients come in to tan. We get hit with three waves of people. Non-stop tanning. We feel the urgency and it makes us want to tan ourselves.
We agree that when this crazy night ends we’re going tanning, which is fun.
I have been a die-hard slave to this place for two years and haven’t tanned in two months.
I hired Amelia and Eileen. Part of their deal is they get to tan for free as long as they’re employed. Both girls have jumped on the tanning wagon. I realized I couldn’t be the pale old white guy and dove into tanning with great vigor.
I started tanning like a maniac and love the results. I’m getting brown as a penny, and I’m even using a sticker to track my progress.
I hope Cherie appreciates the white heart on my pubic mound. Because that’s where it is.
Yea, I did that. A sweet white heart above my angry cock, but we are talking about my 24 year old co-worker so lets tap the brakes on tanning.
I really like working with Nicole. I actually like her better than Eileen. She’s older, and more mature and just so much greater depth that her teenage counterpart.
Plus, I spend more days with Nicole and I just like her better. I feel I can be honest with her the more I know her.
Amelia wants to start dating again.
She’s new to the city and lives in a studio with her cat. (Not good. As we know at phicklephilly!)
But if you’ve followed her series, she’s great and there’s so much hope and growth here.
She gives me a great reveal during our conversations.
“So you’re back on Bumble. That’s good.”
“I matched with this person but she seems like high maintenance.”
“You like Garret but…”
“What happened to your last relationship?”
“She didn’t trust me.”
“So is my sort of girlfriend.”
“Cool. Yea she fucked me over. We were together two years and have been split for nine months.”
“I’m sorry. So you’re even on both buckets. Your next love could be a guy or a girl?
“Does your family know?”
8th child in an Irish Catholic family based in central Pennsylvania.
Here’s a lovely girl that I absolutely adore. I love working with her. I love her work ethic in all that she does. I love her honesty and integrity.
I’m fascinated by the blessing that’s come upon our salon with these two wonderful women.
As much as I love Eileen as my hire and her savvy on the computer and her obvious beauty, I love Amelia more.
We’ve had some intimate conversations. I told her things about me. (No idea why but kind of love it.)
She told me she’s bisexual.
I instantly loved that.
Amelia is such a great employee and a wonderful person. We spoke about this at length and I’m glad she trusted me enough to confide.
I wish I knew more people like Amelia.
An elegant woman who was completely okay with her sexuality and able to love everyone.
I’m fascinated by her but do not look upon her as an oddity. A beautiful woman, born into a family of ten. They all have dark hair and baby daughter Amelia is blonde and blue-eyed.
And she’s kind of gay.
We’re all kind of gay. We just refuse to accept it.
But our Amelia has decided to tell me about her journey and I’m honored that she trusts me enough to tell her story.
I’d never do anything to hurt her or her reputation. (I’ve already told her some crazy gay shit from my childhood and she may even hook me up with a hot, passable TS)
A blog post I will celebrate on every social media site!
That’ll be amazing.
But after all of this… We went to Square 1682.
Church was there. He’s on point with burgers and insane drink recommendations. (See: Church – Brand Ambassador)
Amelia had a Sazerac and sipped a bit of it and I got her calamari.
I plowed three Chardonnays with ice like I always do and my favorite bartender Roman was on point. (See: Roman – Rock n Roll Bartender)
The night was good and its good for Church to talk to real girls. That’s all I bring. Fresh, nice girls that are fun to talk to. Church needs the practice .
Amelia’s cocktail, calamari, and my 3 Chardonnays all equal to $12 bucks. Total hookup.
I send Amelia home and tell her I got it because it’s all free. She loves this and for the first time feels the power that is the CHAZ.
We were in the salon tonight and she’s already talking about making a date for Gran Cafe La Aquila for the gelato.
Amelia wants this.
I know so much more about Amelia now. She’s equal for boys and girls. I look forward to more adventures.
It seems insane but phicklephilly writes itself…
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