Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 12 – The Day Before Tomorrow – Part III

She comes out after a bit and is looking great.

“You look good. Just think in the next six hours you’ll get darker and darker.”

“I love it.”

She’s back hanging at the counter being my little protege’.

“Did you get your six page paper finished?”

“Yes! wrote it last night and submitted it this morning!”

“Good work. I knew you would. I like what you said about writing in general.”

“What?”

“You don’t want to do it, but once you just start writing you’re into it and you just get it done.”

“Yea.”

“I feel that way about my writing. I know plenty of good writers. Better than me. Better material. But they just don’t motivate themselves to do it. If you want to be a ballet dancer, you need to take a class everyday. If you want to be a painter, you need to paint everyday. I write everyday and it’s gotten easier because I practice everyday. I like your work ethic, Kita.”

“Yea. It’s just that I have to do it, so I dig in.”

“Midterms are the end of the week, right?”

“Yea. So I’m studying like mad for that. So exhausting.”

But I love that she’s carved out some time to have dinner with me tomorrow night.

“I can imagine.”

I tell her about some of the challenges we’ve experienced with some of the staff here at the salon.

“I’d love to work here.”

My mind soars.

“You’d be amazing here. I know your parents have you on an allowance and they want you to focus on your studies but you’d be perfect here. Oh my god. You’d be perfect. You’re like the poster child for this salon to show how it really works because you have such a great tan. Plus, you’ve got such enthusiasm for tanning.”

“Oh that would be incredible!”

“And the best part…”

“What?”

“FREE TANNING.”

I can almost see the dopamine drop in her pretty head.

“Ohhh… that would be Heaven.”

“I’m going to think about that. Just think. In the spring is our busiest season. We need two people on at night to handle the numbers. Can you imagine us running this place like a well oiled machine?”

“I would absolutely love that, Charles.”

I think about how I would absolutely LOVE that as well.

“You’d be perfect for this place. I’m going to think about that.”

“Giggles. I’m staying up here this summer, so that would be awesome.”

I tell her the story how in the last few weeks our beloved Summer (See: Summer – The Outlaw Returns) has asked me to take a couple of her shifts because she’s either had some family function, or, was hungover after a drunken fight with her boyfriend, or how her car’s transmission died while they were in NYC and couldn’t get back to Philly to work. On two of the occasions I had already made other plans. That stuck Achilles having to work from 10am to 8pm twice in the last month. He takes a very dim view to people calling out. Even to the point where when we talked about it he said she called out around 2 hours before her shift was to begin. Not cool. I don’t know what’s been going on with Summer lately. There seems to be a lot of chaos in her life, but it all seems self imposed.

Achilles is losing his patience.

“Start looking for somebody else, W.” (That’s what he calls me.)

 

“I know your parents have you on an allowance because they want you to focus on your studies but I know you’d love to work here, Kita. That could maybe come to fruition.”

She smiles and tells me that would be awesome. We’ll have to see how the whole Summer situation plays out.

I change the subject.

“Do you have any roommates?”

“I have 3 roommates. One is my friend, and we hang out a lot, the other two are nursing students and they have a different schedule than we do. We all have our own rooms and just share common area, kitchen and bathrooms. It’s a good setup because everybody’s chill and I’m usually studying.”

We chat some more and now she’s been here for over two hours much to my delight. She tells me she’s ecstatic about our dinner date tomorrow and can’t wait to meet me tomorrow at 5pm.

We part ways and she’s off to study.

I watch her pad down the steps like a cat.

Fingers crossed for tomorrow…

I’m not even thinking of Cherie.

 

 

Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 11 – The Day Before Tomorrow – Part II

This baby doesn’t know what real darkness is. It has nothing to do with pigment, melanin or skin color. But I do.

“Anyway….No worries. Happy to help. What are we doing today?

“I want to do a spray and a UV session today! What do most people do?”

“Oh, the double dip today! I won’t recognize you tomorrow!”

“I’ll be dark! I wanna be dark!”

This baby doesn’t know what real darkness is. It has nothing to do with pigment, melanin or skin color.

But I do.

Customers are coming and going and it’s getting busier. I just love that’s she’s hanging close to me at the counter. I go and clean beds on the in between, and I love walking back up to the front and she’s just there chatting with clients. They love her and compliment her on her gorgeous tan. She’s loving it and saying she’s pale.

Oh, the irony.

Clients ask about what lotion they should buy and she pipes up and recommends the Tahitian Bronze, because I let her try it one day. It’s the most expensive lotion in the house and she’s selling it to these pale ghosts.

“Yea, I used it and it got me really dark.”

These sheep are looking at this really pretty petite Asian girl with skin like delicious caramel and will do whatever the fuck she says. Kita is a natural and I make a mental note about this for the future.

I tell her normally that women go into the spray tanner and then follow it up with a stand up session to give them a little more and bake on the spray solution.

Kita’s made it clear to me that she doesn’t like the stand up units because they have no face tanners. (600 watts of UV ‘A’ rays to brown the face and not burn it because the face is harder to tan than the rest of the body.)

We finally settle on Kita going to Room 2 for a lay down UV first and then to the spray tanning booth for a clear coat level 3. She’s afraid she’ll get too dark with the level 3 so at the last-minute she changes it to the level 2. (Probably a good decision but either way I’m sure she’ll look amazing)

“Can I get a robe?”

I love this. She’s going to UV tan in her favorite bed, number 2 and then wrap herself in one of our little blue robes and walk back to number 8 and jump into the Versaspa spray unit. Just the idea of lovely Kita standing before me in nothing but a little robe and completely naked underneath brings my blood to a boil. But I must refrain from any thoughts or feelings. I’m a professional here. I have three great yelp reviews using my name, and I have to keep my composure around clients even if I have a crush on them.

I’ll be fine.

I send her into room 2 and off she goes. I go about taking care of clients, cleaning beds and doing laundry.

In a little bit she comes out in her little robe. It has no belt on it so she clutches it to her lithe body as she shamelessly approaches me. She was all covered up when she arrived tonight but now I can see her shapely, tan legs. The experience is maddening because of the ironic circumstances. My mind flashes to her wrapped in that robe emerging from my bathroom and joining me for a night of passion in my bedroom.

But only for a second.

“I forget what I’m supposed to do in the spray booth, can you give me a refresher, Charles?”

“Of course. Let’s go to room eight.”

Here is this little doll that I absolutely adore and has gone from top five to my number one standing in front of me in a tiny robe. I tell her where to put the repelling lotion and run through the poses she must do while in the booth to get the best spray tan. I remind her about the hair net she has to wear and send her in.

“Do I need to call out to you Charles when I’m ready?”

My mind goes straight to the gutter.

“No. A green light will come on in the unit and when you’re ready you simply press it and then off you go. The lady’s voice will guide you through the four-minute process. Then all you have to do is stay dry for the next six hours and when you wake up tomorrow you’ll be Malibu Barbie.

“Okay! Thank you!”

“No worries, Kita. Just follow her directions and you’ll be fine!”

I walk back towards the front of the salon as she closes the door. I think of how spectacular she must look as she stands naked in that unit as the spray strikes her glistening fit body. I’m envious of the Versaspa in that moment that it gets to see the very thing I will never see. The heater in the machine will glow red and she will submit to the commands of the voice as she turns to display her nude vessel to the spray that will hopefully make her look the way she believes she should.

I think she’s perfect the ways he is, but she loves to tan, and this is a tanning salon. and I would never have met her if I wasn’t here.

I used to always complain early on in my dating journey on this blog that ‘the wallet never came out’ with all of these middle-aged women I tried dating in the beginning. But if this date happens tomorrow I will gladly shell out whatever’s necessary to feed this little flower and make the night special.

Because her youth, beauty, and sweetness are a gift to me. Just the fact that she hangs at the counter like a pup and listens intently to me to learn about life is satisfactory payment to me. The very notion that this 21-year-old girl will meet me for dinner at a nice restaurant is enough for me. I may even try to do a picture but that’s a stretch. Her showing up and just being Kita is a win for my ego.

I thought about her. Phicklephilly loved her from afar and then ran her down and got her to hang out and confess to me her life, and now to go out with me on a date is spectacular. Just for the fact that I can dream something and bring it to fruition at my age.

I know it’s insane but if she said, I’m hung up on JR and I’m dating Steve but if you give me X amount I’ll be your sugarbaby… I would possibly buckle and take some money from my brokerage account and split her like a ripe melon.

But please…. settle down. Not happening. She trusts me. I’m honored by the fact that she trusts me enough to have dinner with me.  My black wings her neatly folded away and I’ll be the gentleman I truly am.

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 10 – The Day Before Tomorrow – Part I

I’m working away at the salon and I hear, “Charles!” Of course it’s sweet little Kita to see me. As always, I’m delighted to see her.

“How are you feeling, dear? You said you were getting a sore throat on Sunday.”

“I’m fine. It’s just allergies. I was just sneezing and my right ear is clogged up.”

“Aww! I’m sorry. But I’m glad you’re not getting sick. Are you taking anything for the symptoms?”

“Just some allergy medicine. I feel better.”

“Cool. You didn’t text JR, did you?”

“No but I wanted to. I just wanted to tell him something like… I miss you.”

“Resist the urge. I went through the same thing with my ex Annabelle. (See: Annabelle – Nice to Meet You.)  All that back and forth just tears your heart to pieces. Young people need to go through the pain of a breakup. Once you’ve had a bad one, you mature and your mind resets itself to never let anyone hurt you like that again. You don’t become hardened as a person but you put things in place so that when you go into your next relationship you know you’re already prepared if something should happen. When you don’t know what to expect going into or out of a relationship, the effects can be devastating.”

“How long can the pain last?”

“Sometimes a year.”

“Oh… no!”

“Yea. But you’re young and you’ll bounce back faster than an older person because you have so many options that happen faster than an older person. You have youth, beauty and opportunity on your side. You’ll be fine. Your case is a little more special because You’ve been with this guy since you were 17. There’s a real history there with your first love. You’re 21 now, and you know it hasn’t been good for the last year or so.”

“True. He did lie to me and treated me badly. That hurts, but I still miss him being my boyfriend.”

“That’s nostalgia, Kita. You just miss the good times in the beginning. You’ve obviously grown apart because you’ve matured and he hasn’t.”

“I guess you’re right but I just want the pain to stop and I want to move on now, but I can’t.”

“That’s because you need to heal. That takes time and unfortunately with matters of the heart you have to put your time in. Befriend time. Because that’s the only thing that makes the wound heal. It’s just a sad truth of life. But you’ll learn from this. You’ll come out on the other side of this experience a much more mature woman who’ll know how to navigate relationships and make better choices in the future.”

“If you say so, Charles.”

“I know so. I’ve been there enough times to now know what I want and I won’t let myself be hurt like that ever again. It took me a long time to learn it but I hope you come to it faster.”

“I hope so.”

I look into her dark almond eyes. She really is beautiful to me. “You’re eyebrows look amazing by the way.”

“Thank you.” she smiles. “I’ve never had good eyebrows. They’re like these little fine hairs and you can hardly see them.”

“They look great to me. What do you mean?”

“Oh, I had this treatment done. They actually tattoo in little specks of color to make it look like I have good eyebrows.”

“Oh really.” I look more closely at her and I see that they’re not real but look really good. Perfectly shaped eyebrows on a chick that genetically couldn’t grow a decent set.

“Yea I think good hair and eyebrows make your face.”

“I never thought of that but I guess you’re right. Looks great. What’s on for the weekend?”

“I’m going to Steve’s birthday dinner with his parents.” (Steve is the guy that sent her a message on Instagram and she’s been sort of dating him.)

“Oh nice! You’re meeting his parents!” (I don’t like any of this, but come on… I know my place here and should be happy that this little dopamine-drop doll is even talking to me.)

“I met them already before. But yea, should be nice. But this guy REALLY likes me.”

“How so?”

“I mean he REALLY likes me. It almost seems like too much.” (Okay…this is good.)

“Like… how do you know?”

“Well, I tell him I’m not over JR and I’m struggling with that, and Steve is like, ‘Hey take all of the time you need I’ll be right here.’ I’m just not used to that. I can see he REALLY, REALLY likes me and I know I’m not ready for anything serious. (Sounds desperate and playing his hand to hard. I like this.) We’re not OFFICIAL anything. (Love this.) Like nothing right now. I think I really need to take some time and heal like you said.” (Yes… young padawan…)

“That’s good, Kita. take all the time you need to get better. It’s a steep curve but I know you can do it. Take all of the time you need. I’m proud of you.” (All I’m thinking is… next month I take her to Dan Dan for some delicious noodles and pot stickers!)

“Thank you, Charles. You’ve been such a great help to me.”

“Happy to assist, Kita.”

“Sunday my sister is coming up because at her college she’s on crew (rowing) and they are racing on the Schuylkil river.

“Oh, awesome. My Niece and Nephew used to do that. They’re from Egg Harbor Township in Jersey and they used to come up and do that. I would go out there and hang with my sister and brother-in-law and watch the kids. It was great.”

“Yea. Should be fun. I miss my sister.”

“Older or younger?”

“She’s 19, so like a year and a half younger than me but she’s a little taller than me.”

I love that she just hangs at the counter like a puppy now. No rush to tan like most of the clients that come in here. Kita actually likes to spend time here with me. There can’t be much going on in this college sophomore’s life. Separated from friends and family in DC and Florida. This cute little fish is out of water and trying to make her way through a recent heartbreak.

Do I love the smell of desperation?

Let me note here that I love the attention of this petite beauty, but I’ll be an absolute gentleman to her and mentor in any way I can. I’ve been in this game long enough to not fuck it up with some clumsy romantic move. EVER. She’s my daughter’s age for fuck’s sake.

But I do love the ways she looks and she has a sweet personality, and I am honored she wants to hang our with an old lion like me.  I don’t know what her relationship with her dad was like, but some guys aren’t all that sensitive. I don’t know why he and his wife never had any kids of their own or why they picked out a couple of little Chinese baby girls to raise, but I’ll get that back story.

But just know as a sort of disclaimer: Phicklephilly will do nothing to pursue this sweet girl. I will only give her attention, tanning and whatever advice I can.  Do I find her beautiful and desirable? Of course, but only a fool would ever do anything to mess that up. I’ve been a consummate professional for 35 years in the business world. Kita’s a client here at the salon. She trusts me and I would never do anything to mess up a business relationship with a client that has a monthly premium package that we hit her card for every month. She’s the perfect client that we want. I’m a dad. My daughter Lorelei has chosen to live with me. She’ll be 21 next month. Your daughter doesn’t leave her mom in the middle of senior year in high school if dad’s a dick. I’m a father and a gentleman first and foremost.

But I also want you all to know, that I can separate lust from sensibility. I really like little Kita. She’s a great, smart girl from a nice family with a dad that probably has enough firepower at his fingertips to turn my apartment into a cinder if Kita came home one night even whimpering.

But I’m still phicklephlly and can’t help that in my heart has feelings for her if she ever advanced towards me. That won’t happen, and I’m just happy to be near her. But if given the chance and she came to me…. I would bang her back to China like an ICBM rocket.

I hope you understand the difference.

I hope I do…

 

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Tales of Rock – Esther Wong

Esther Wong (August 13, 1917 – August 14, 2005) was a Chinese-American restaurant owner and music promoter, called the “Godmother of Punk” in Los Angeles, California.

She was born in Shanghai, China, and emigrated to the U.S. in 1949.

After fierce initial resistance, she became a punk rock and new wave music promoter. She got started in the early 1970s as the owner of Madame Wong’s, a Los Angeles Chinatown restaurant with a floorshow—originally at 949 Sun Mun Way, located in the original 1938 Rice Bowl restaurant. Polynesian dance acts weren’t attracting customers, yet when Paul Greenstein, a Los Angeles “bum vivant,” first approached her husband George about booking bands, she declined. Greenstein’s persistence, and the fact that he had already given the nearby “Atomic Cafe” a new lease on life (cross-pollination between owners’ children worked the magic), caused her to agree to a trial run in Fall of 1978. Initially, under Greenstein, a showcase for unsigned, unbookable punk-bands, Madame Wong’s was one of few places such bands could perform. With the exit of Greenstein, Madame Wong’s morphed into a power-pop palace with bookings more influenced by a now-interested Wong. Notable bands that she showcased included a “who’s who” of rock music, including The Knack, The Police, The Motels, Fishbone, The Go-Go’s, X, The Alley Cats, The Bangs, Oingo Boingo, Naughty Sweeties, Los Illegals, Candy, Guns N’ Roses, Black Flag, No Mercy, Beowülf, Excel, Daniel Amos, Fear, Bad Actor, Red Hot Chili Peppers, The Twisters, and The Ramones. Eventually this led to her nickname, the “Godmother of Punk.”

She closed the original “Madame Wong’s” after a fire in 1985[1] and “Madame Wong’s West”, 2900 Wilshire,[2] in Santa Monica, California in 1991.

The original “Madame Wong’s” unofficially reopened for a brief period in 2009/2010, when Ben Kramer, Stuart Friedel, and Rob Cudd, who were living in an apartment that now occupies the premises, hosted concerts in their living room, using the name Madame Wong’s in homage to the original venue. Acts that year included Devendra Banhart, Vampire Weekend’s secret 2009 Halloween show, The Answering Machine,[3] Wavves, Smith Westerns, Jounce, Pearl Harbor and the Explosions, Backbiter, Salvador Santana, The Growlers, Harlem, and others.[4]

Esther Wong died from emphysema and lung cancer on August 14, 2005 in Los Angeles, and was survived by her second husband, Harry Wong, two children, Frank Wong and Melinda Braun, six grandchildren, and four great-grandchildren.[5]

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 9 – That Thing We Talked About

Kita is a hardcore tanner. The perfect client. I’m always trying to introduce her to new products and services that we offer. Different lotions, bronzers, etc. I really think she should try a stand up unit, but she says she likes the lay down units because they have the face tanners and stand up units don’t.

Whatever baby wants.

So lately she’s been asking me if she could do two sessions instead of one. I told her normally the rule is to wait 24 hours before tanning again. Our beds are state of the art and I believe the settings are what’s best for healthy exposure to ultraviolet light. Most beds are between 9 and 12 minutes long sessions based on the wattage of the bulbs type of that unit.

But… I’ve seen and heard of people doing double sessions in tanning beds. If they’re tan enough there’s no hazard. I know it’s possible. and I even did it for someone once. (See: Sun Stories – Corn Chips and String) But the client in that story was from out of town and just passing through. She was already tan. She was also Brazilian. So the melanin in her skin could handle a double dose and she paid $20 cash for the 2nd shot. (Read it! It’s a funny story!)

I love little Kita and I want to make that same thing happen for her. I do feel like she may be a bit obsessed with tanning. Why would you want to be so dark all the time? She’s already beautiful with just a light caramel color.

But whatever baby wants.

I tell her I’ll see if I can figure out a way to make it happen. She squeals with delight.

I think about it for awhile as to how to finagle a way to do it without causing a problem and then it suddenly hits me. Simply go to Achilles (See: Achilles – The Bronze God) and describe what you’d like to do. Just be honest like you always are with him. He’ll hopefully let you do it for her.

 

I sit down with Achilles the next day. I describe that Kita is really into tanning. She looked up our salon to make sure she could tan BEFORE she even left from Florida to come to Philly. That’s a serious tanner. I sold her the All Access Premium EFT package. (Electric Funds Transfer) That’s the account where they sign up for a minimum of 6 months and we just hit their card every month for $55. That’s not a lot of money for getting access to every bed in the house including the spray unit, but they’re our best clients. Automatic pay every month. Instant money!

I tell him she’s cool and won’t say anything. Maybe I charge her a fee for the service.

I pitch my idea to him and he approves. I send Kita to whatever bed she chooses. (Probably room #2, because that’s her favorite) When she’s finished her 10 minute session, I send her back to that room or any room of her choosing for another 10 minute session under the house account and charge her $5.

So that’s it. I went to him with an idea for a good paying client with a special request and plead my case as to why we should do it, and it was approved.

Kita will be ecstatic when I tell her the news.

Can’t wait.

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 8 – Sunday Girl

I like working Sundays. It’s quiet and I can write my blog at the salon. I also get to do a little extra cleaning.

On my way in I stop at MacDonald’s and have a cheap tasty breakfast. I’m early, so when I’m finished eating I head over to Wawa on Broad street to pick up some snacks for later.

The salon closes at 4pm on Sundays so I don’t need to get a sandwich for later because I won’t be hungry until later. I always order the same stuff when I go there. But today I do something  little different.

You’ll find out what that is in a little bit.

Later, I’m working at the salon and it is super dead. I’m typing away on my blog and the occasional client rolls in. Time is slipping by as I write. By the time it’s 2pm I’m wondering if sweet little Kita will come in at all. I shouldn’t be concerned because she loves to tan and hasn’t been in since Thursday.

 

The door opens and she appears. She looks amazing as always. A little black jacket over a turquoise sleeveless top. She’s wearing a tiny pair of black shorts that showcase her shapely slender tan legs. On her feet are a pair of little sandals. Her little toenails are painted white just like the nails on her hands.

Cute!

She’s chatting with me hanging at the side of the counter and I’m in heaven. I can feel the butterflies when she’s around.

It’s a delightful feeling at my age.

She tells me she’s really tired today. She’s been studying so much because she has mid- terms coming up at the end of the week. I tell her I was editing my blog and it was the final chapter of the Annabelle series. (See: Annabelle – 2013 to 2014 – I Can’t Quit You Baby) I thought about her and her on again, off again (Hopefully for good) boyfriend JR.

I read her the following passage about how Annabelle treated me after our breakup:

“After that Annabelle simply “ghosted” me. For those of you reading this that don’t know what that means, it’s when someone in your life simply vanishes. They don’t call or text. It all suddenly stops. Nothing. Just gone. This went on for months. I wasn’t going to contact her.

She did this.

I needed to heal. Adults speak to one another and close the relationship. It’s wrong to put a person on a shelf like they are just some sort of toy, and then think you can take them down and play with them whenever you’re confused or lonely. It’s just shitty behavior. The person you’re doing that to is a human being with feelings. You’re a rotten person if you think that sort of behavior is okay.”

She’s amazed that Annabelle did to me exactly what JR did to her. I had explained this behavior to her the first time she spent an hour here and told me about this loser. But I forgot I had written the same scenario about Annabelle. Some people just suck and squander the good people in their lives because they have no moral compass in regard to right and wrong.

We don’t speak about or ex’s much more and I notice she hasn’t said anything about the guy that instant messaged her on Instagram. He was nice to her unlike shitty JR, but I just don’t feel like bring him up.

She’s here with me today. No other dudes allowed, even in word form.

“I’m about to have a banana. You want one?”

“Sure. Thanks!”

I go into the other room and reach into the bag from Wawa and produce two bananas. I never buy two bananas. But today I was pretty sure baby girl was coming in and I thought she’d like some fresh fruit. She’s a very healthy eater and fit girl.

My little plan worked!

She’s chatting with me and munching her banana and I’m just happy to be able to do something for her. She tells me she has to write a paper tonight that’s due tomorrow. She says she has to write six pages about a hotel and a cruise line.

We talk about that and I give her some ideas. She says she just feels so tired. I hope she’s not getting sick.  She said her throat has been a little sore in the morning. But then it fades away. It could be just her dorm room. I’ll have to ask her if she has any roommates.

I think since she just moved up here from Florida she’s a little lonely. Many of the women around her are all in sororities and like to party. Kita doesn’t drink and isn’t in any activities at school. She tells me she’s very focused on her studies and schoolwork. Typical Asian. I say good for her.

I mention to her that I sent her a calendar invite for our date tomorrow at the restaurant. She says she never got it as she checks her phone. I tell her it’s okay, because we’ve already discussed the details but I like to stay organized. (But in my heart I need her to accept the date on her calendar, That’s just me. That’s the written commitment I need from Kita.) She says she never got it as she looks into her emails in her phone. I read her the email address I have for her and she says it’s wrong. She corrects me and I go on the house computer and sign onto my google. I resend it to her with the correct address.

“Got it!. Do I just hit yes?”

“Do it.”

She does and I check my email and tell her it’s locked in now because I just got a,”Kita accepted your invitation.”

This pleases me to know that our dinner date is locked down.

It looks like this is really happening. What started out as a fantasy about a pretty girl is now a full-fledged meeting at a nice restaurant where baby will be munching pan seared salmon like a champ with ME.

I even let her read another funny entry in the blog. It’s about all the stuff that annoys us the salon. Normally I would never let anyone read anything before it’s published. But Kita loves tanning and think she’ll get a kick out of the piece. (See: Sun Stories – Haley – 2016 to Present – Rules and Lists) Check it out. It’s hilarious!

Little does Kita know that I’ve already written five chapters about her and what’s happening today with her in the salon will be chapter six!

I send her into room two for her tanning session. That’s not the best bed in the house but she feels like it gets her darker. If that’s what she wants and it’s fine with me.

When she finishes, we talk a bit more. I give her a free bottle of water to pour into her water bottle that she carries around. She thanks me and says she’s off to the gym. I tell her to not workout to hard. I wish her good luck on her paper she has to write and to try not to stress about it. The best thing to do when you have to write something is not to talk about it or dawdle.

Just start writing.

“When do you work again?”

“Tuesday, three to eight.”

“Cool. I’ll come in Tuesday.”

We part ways and off she goes down the steps.

Of course a bunch of people came into tan in the last thirty minutes before closing. People really can’t manage their lives.

I’m glad I’m not like that.

I finally get the last person out of there around 4:30. I don’t mind. I’m just going to stop at the liquor store and pick up some wine and go home and chill.

Later, I’m walking home and I get a text. I figure it’s my daughter or Johnny R. of my buddy Church. But it’s none of the above.

It’s Kita.

“Charles help. I miss JR so much right now. (sad emoji) So tempted to text him but I shouldn’t right?”

I love this.

I love that when Kita has a matter of the heart she reaches out to me. That’s power. I need to guide my little kitten accordingly. Apparently Kita is without a female support system to help deal with this.

I literally set down my bags and stop to get right back to her. I need to head this off right now.

“No. You’re just really tired and that’s weakening your will power. Resist the urge. Go do something else to take your mind off him.”

“I’m trying. Just hard.”

“I know. But you will go through periods of this. It’ll pass. Be strong. Think of the way he was treating you and the words he said to you that were cruel and how he lied to you. Those aren’t the traits you want in a mate long-term. You’ve grown and matured. He has not.”

“Then why do I want him still? Like I wish he was still my boyfriend. I feel like I’ll never move on from him!! (Sad faced emoji)

“I know you will move on. I was the same with my ex. She was a selfish loser but I still missed her even though we were no longer right for each other. If you go back to him it’ll just be more of the same and worse because he’ll know he really has power over you. Don’t do it. You’ll hurt for a while but I promise you, it gets better.”

And it ends there.

We’ve all gone through this feeling. It’s can be such a roller coaster of emotions after a breakup. I wish I could just magically take away her pain, but that would be wrong. We all must go through the sadness and pain of loss. It’s part of growing up and just living in this world.

I hope she comes in on Tuesday. And fingers crossed for Wednesday dinner with her.

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 7 – Timing is Everything

My mind’s been reeling since the possibility of having dinner with the lovely Kita. I wrote a fantasy piece about her a week ago and now part of it is coming true. Should I start writing about the lottery?

I had an incredible Friday into Saturday with my girlfriend, Cherie.  It’s always magic and we’re such a perfect match. I love her very much. She’s a wonderful woman and I’m blessed to have her in my life.  The pleasure she bestows upon me are beyond words. It is euphoric but doesn’t own me like when I was with Annabelle.

But phicklephilly isn’t going to write itself.

The plan was made to have dinner with lovely Kita last week. I couldn’t believe I was able to pull it off. It hasn’t happened yet, and there are a myriad of things that could go wrong, but I’m an eternal optimist. I’m prepared for it to fall apart at any moment, but I am hopeful of the outcome.

I just want to sit across from this beauty and share a meal with her. That’s it. I love the idea of meeting new, pretty women and getting to know them. Cherie is my queen, but is sometimes absent for long periods of time.

I love the hunt. The thrust and parry of romancing women. That’s always been the inspiration for this blog. I’ve covered so many topics and times in my life but this is my favorite part. If my buddy Church knew I was doing this he would firmly disapprove, but fortune favors the bold and he would never understand what I’m doing. But Johnny R. and my pal Robert and James would.

I have compartmentalized my life. That’s what I tell my close friends. Sleeping dogs need to slumber and the cards must be kept close to the vest.

I made the dinner plans with Kita last Thursday and in classic phicklephilly fashion let the lure hit the bottom and cool off for few days. I can’t seem to eager. I can’t just leap onto the rocks and start chomping at this baby seal. I need to swim a bit and keep my dorsal fin hidden for a few days.

We always want that which retreats from us. 

I put Cherie on the train back to Pottstown today after our magical session. I had planned on running some errands today, but the store was closed and it was all a bust. I don’t care. I can pick up that stuff next week. I stopped at the salon to see Summer and go tanning.

Her boyfriend Jax was there chilling and I’m always happy to see them both. The crazy young couple has soldiered forth with their relationship.

I go into the stand up unit in room 4. It has an input for an audio cord so you can plug-in your phone and rock out to your own tunes. Of course I do this and listen to Joan Jett sing “Do you want to touch?”, “Highway Tune” by Greta Van Fleet (Amazing!) and “To the Top” by Krokus. (From the glorious album, ‘One Vice at a Time.’)

I hang  bit more and then decide to get some food. I was thinking MacDonald’s, then Giovanni’s Pizza. I settled on the latter and walk in and order a slice and a small drink.

This guy I used to work with approaches me and says: “I got his meal.”

I’m grateful and we chat. The crazy irony of this is that I have been taking meetings with him in the last few weeks and he wants me to sell a new phone app that his company has been developing. He had just texted and called me an hour ago to tell me that they were ready to go forward with me.

I’m stunned. What kind of serendipity shit is this?

The guy that wants me to work for his company and wants to finalize the deal next week, is in the pizza bar I decide to go to for a quick bite instead of MacDonald’s. I just want a little food before I go crush three Chardonnays over at one of my favorite bars with my friend Prova.

The guy is hanging at the bar with his dad drinking a beer. I can’t make this stuff up! We sure up some dates this week and agree to meet again. I rip into my free slice and soda. The only thing better than free pizza is free drinks.

Later I go hang at Prova’s bar for a few and when the places gets crowded, I bail. No discount which kind of irks me. I did go on a run to Dunkin’ Donuts for coffee and pastries for her and the other bartender. But I really don’t care, because things are good and I’m happy to see these girls.

I sometimes like traveling solo to bars where I know the staff. I get all of the attention and I’m not responsible for anyone else’s happiness but my own. That’s not selfish. That’s just me being a Leo.

I pay the bill and head back to the batcave in Rittenhouse.  I know when I get there I have a few things to do. I have to write-up the calendar invite for dinner to Kita. I have to also push my contact info to her. I have to do this today.

I let the moment cool. I waited a few days and now the dorsal fin has to surface for a moment. My father used to say, “Timing is everything.” My dad was great at absorbing original things that other people have said and making it his own. But he did take from the greats and I use his stuff in my own life. Creativity is what springs from the greatest minds but we need good recorders to carry the info of others and present it to the masses. He was good at that.

He had a great mind, but struggled with himself as we all do. But I’ve learned much from that mighty Jedi.

He may be dead but his spirit and words and ideals live strong in me today. I’ve passed them on to my daughter Lorelei. That keeps him alive in us all.

I pour a glass of chardonnay and light a cigarette.

The calendar invite has to be perfect. There are no second chances or missteps allowed with this rare bird.

Kita knows I’m going to do this but I like that she has no idea when it will all happen.

I hope it doesn’t fizzle the moment I send it.

I have to believe in my powers and my fatal charm is firmly in place. The groundwork has been laid and all I need to do now is follow through with my plan.

But at this point of my life I’m prepared for disappointment and failure. I’ve had enough of that so I’m good with whatever the outcome.

I prepare the invite. Make sure it’s perfect and it’s ready to go.

I put on some heavy metal music. The Haunted comes to mind. I don’t know why. Probably because they crank out some furious shit that could go any way depending on the outcome of this Saturday send to Kita.

I take a sip of wine and a pull from my cig. I go with sharing my contact info on my phone first. I make sure it’s correct and hit send.

Off we go…

Then I send the calendar invite for our dinner date at Gran Caffee L’ Aquila.

Liftoff.

It’s done. Fingers crossed.

Now we wait… (The worst part, but I’m prepared for the inevitable.}

I go back to making out with my wine and cigarette. I never smoke or drink around Cherie. She’s not much of a drinker and I would never smoke around her because that shit is disgusting to a non smoker. Respect.

I start writing about our little foray last night and this morning. It was glorious and as always really good. Sex and peace for my baby girl.

It was a spectacular fourteen hours with my love so there is much to write in my ongoing love letter to her.

But then my phone pings.

“Charles!!!!”

I respond accordingly; “Kita!!!!”

“Are you in tomorrow???”

I love her urgency. I pray she’s sitting home alone studying on a Saturday night.

“11 to 4!” (Sun emoji,  because it’s a tanning salon)

“Okay! I’ll see you!”

“Great! See you tomorrow”

“(Smiley emoji with the little hands up)

That’s adorable and affectionate. I’m smitten. I am going to be trembling when she comes in tomorrow. It should be dead tomorrow so I’m hoping that she can hang out and chat.

I love Kita… phicklephilly style.

Can’t wait to see her tomorrow. So far the plan is working.

Please pray for me she makes it to dinner next week.

 

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 6 – Oh My God – Part 2

I direct the conversation to her free time interests. Food’s always an easy one. All people like to eat. Kita says she loves all kids of food but hates mushrooms. Me too. She says she likes the smell of pickles but can’t eat them. I tell her I love the smell but hate them equally unless they are sliced incredibly thin and buried under a delicious juicy burger.

Kita says he like cucumbers, I don’t answer. I like them but they always repeat on me because I am a carnivore through and through. My beloved daughter Lorelei is a hardcore vegan but my generation wants to kill stuff and eat steak.

“What food do you love?”

“Seared salmon and green beans. But I can’t get that because I’m a poor student at Drexel.”

“Last night I was at this great Italian restaurant, Gran Caffe L’Aquila. I have the hookup with the bartender and the owner. I was there with my buddy Church and I had three chardonnay’s and he had a gelato cup and a coffee and our bill was only $13.

“Oh, my god that’s amazing. I live on ramen noodles.”

“Do you want to get a gig here, cause I could hook you up.”

“My parents put me on an allowance, and don’t want me to get a job so I can focus on my studies.”

At this point my dear readers I’m setting the snare but it’s not like that. It’s a future phicklephilly fail but I will grace the time I get to spend time with this delicious baby, because I’m about to close.

I’ve been in sales my entire life. But I’ve never been predatory. I’ve never been about closing the deal. I’m more about opening a relationship with a client. I’ve always been that way with girls.

“I get the hookup and I know where to go.”

“I wish.”

I pull up their menu on the salon’s computer.

“Check the out. Pan seared salmon with vegetables, All you want Kita.”

“Oh, that looks amazing!”

When I was young and in a band, the girls just rolled to me. That was easy and after all of my torture in middle school I figured I deserved that. But I have three sisters, and I grew up with women, and grew to understand them. (That and you can never get in the bathroom!)

Why am I having ideas about Kita?  She’s really sweet and apparently likes to hang at the salon. I’m embracing classic phicklephilly love for her. This child. She’s so beautiful and fits into a fantasy caricature of things that turn me on. She doesn’t know that but I’m at an age where I’m just honored to be seen in public with such and exquisite gem. But when I think of anther outcome of this encounter if it actually happens I would just be happy to sit across the table from Kita and lay some incredible gelato on her.

“Lets go there and get you some salmon.”

“Yes.”

“Really? I can get the hookup and a flight of gelato that you’ll love.”

“Let’s do that.”

“What does your Wednesday look like?”

“I have classes until noon but free after that.”

I think I’m going in for the close as usual. Born sales guy.

Baby seal on the rocks jumps in the water to cool off from current life stress, Great White shark devours seal.

“So lunch or dinner”

“Dinner works for me.”

“Around 5pm?”

“I’ll make the reservation, send you a calendar invite and text you the day before to confirm.”

‘Yes. Let’s do it.”

I confirm her cell and tell her I’ll send her my contact info. (Now we’re connected) I’ll send her an email invite after I make the reservation and I’ll confirm the day before so she can bullshit bail on me with some lame excuse.

I don’t really care. If she bails I’ll be doing wine and noodles at Dan Dan with my  friend Francesca and loving life.

But I will feel the loss of Kita. (Praying she’s lonely and has nothing going on and needs guidance through her lost relationship with JR. (Worth dinner with this lovely baby)

We chit-chat some more but baby has to go study. I’m feeling the trembling excitement of the opportunity to share a meal with this exquisite beauty that’s become my number 1 in a space of weeks.

I have a girlfriend that will rock my world this weekend, but I only get to see her probably once a month. I adore her and she’s an incredible match.

But I’m still going to do this stuff because I can’t get off the drug of lust, beauty and sex.

I just hope to god she doesn’t mention our little dinner to the new guy. Because if she does, you know that young insecure little prick is going to put the kabosh on my dinner with princess at the restaurant. That could happen, and it will only mean that Kita is easily controlled by inferior loser dudes.

I just want to look across the table at her and learn more about who she is.

I pray this will happen because I am so taken by her, but only time will tell.

We’ll see.

 

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 5 – Oh My God – Part 1

Kita rolled into the salon today just like she said she would. She chit chats with me for a bit before tanning.

“How are you feeling about everything with your ex?”

“I’m okay, but I just wish I could move forward and not still hurting.”

“You’re hurting because he was your first love and you were together for over 3 years. But spend some quality time with your new guy and the pain won’t be as bad. You’ll be having fun and not thinking of JR.”

“I know but it still hurts.”

“It’s supposed to… that means you care. You have a good heart and are a good person.”

“Sometimes at night when I’m alone, I feel sad.”

“That’s going to happen. That’s part of healing. It takes time.”

“I know. But I want to be there now and don’t want to have to go through this part.”

“Everybody goes through this part, Kita.”

“I just don’t want it to be there but it is.”

“We’ll work on this. We’ll keep talking about it.”

“Okay. ”

“What do you like to do when you’re not studying or tanning?”

“I like to study and eat right and work out.”

“What’s your drink of choice?” (Cause I love to drink)

“I have Asian glow.”

“What’s that?” (smiles)

“I can’t really drink. I have one or two and I’m gone.” (I’m actually glad to learn this and that Kita isn’t the unusual college booze hound.)

“My friends are all in fraternities and there’s obviously lots of planning and parties and I’m not about that.”

I love that too. A transplant that hasn’t fallen into the destructive part of college.

“Do you have a part-time job?”

“My parents don’t want me to get a job because they want me to focus on my studies.”

I love this girl. Beauty, intelligence, studious and isolation.

We’re chatting and customers are coming in. I don’t know what the hell is going on because we’re actually busy. Apparently a lot of people get married in October.

She tells me people say she looks like Karrueche Tran.  We google her and she does, but Kita is way cuter. Besides Karrueche is Vietnamese and Filipino. Kita’s Chinese. (Or is she? She doesn’t look Chinese to me.)

I keep thinking when each interruption occurs she’ll find a way to bail, but Kita doesn’t. She steps away and plays with her phone and continues to hang. I love that. Doesn’t she have anywhere to be? Maybe not. Estranged boyfriend. New guy making his moves through Instagram. But Kita’s still feeling the sadness and pull we all have. The remorse, loss, and betrayal from this boy.

She doesn’t have a job, she’s not in a sorority and has just arrived in Philly from Florida. She might as well have just met me at the bus station in Hollywood in 1982. But I’m not that guy anymore. Right?

She’s just letting customers go and she’s hanging at the counter and I’m loving every minute of it. I’m actually feeling anxiety and shaking a bit I’m so excited by Kita’s presence. That is some classic phicklephilly infatuation.

I’m going to do what I do and the shark fin will cut through the water.

 

I love my girlfriend, Cherie. I do. She’s amazing. Marriage material but please find me and kill me if I ever even start to talk about anything like that. But Cherie only gets down here maybe once a month. I love that because at this point in my life I like to be alone and once a month is like an Olympic sex event and is always unforgettable.

You saw how much I celebrated going to the movies with Cherie when she was having her period. I want that. But she’s so busy with getting her Masters, and Children’s Hospital and her son, etc. and me with all of my businesses, there’s limited time.

When Cherie and I are together, it’s God come to earth and I adore her, and our times together. I love being with my girl and it’s so peaceful and easy I would build a life with a lady like this. Cherie is a dedicated, loyal wonderful, sexual dynamo that I absolutely love unconditionally. But there are variables and compartmentalization that needs to happen.

Cherie who is rarely around and has earned over 40 chapters of love. Endless love letters to her legacy, but she’s simply absent because of her career and education. She’s one of the greatest women I’ve ever met and I want to keep her… but I am what I am.

I want to sit quietly at a table with her and have dinner. I want to stroll through an art show with her. I want to go on vacation with her. I want to giggle over drinks with her, but our schedules will simply not allow it.

 

I meet Kita and she’s just a sweet girl who wants for some reason to be Florida Dark in the tanning department. I work at a salon. I can make that happen.

She loves to be tan. She told me tonight that she googled salons before she left Florida so she could continue her tanning journey.

I think because of her military brat life and being adopted, she has had some challenges. She has another sister who’s adopted as well, but there has be something that the child must feel or wonder about.

 

It’s October and there’s no reason it’s this goddamn busy at the salon tonight but then I realize there are a lot of weddings in October. It’s cool and crisp and I’ll make your bride darker than the dress.

There’s no reason for this delicious beauty to want to hang at the counter and chat with this middle-aged great white shark.

This baby seal is in a shitload of danger, but to be honest, the shark is just happy to have her near him tonight.

Just like the hour we spent last Sunday.

What am I getting myself into?  What are my feelings here?

 

 

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Sun Stories: Kita – Chapter 4 – Entanglements- Part 2

Hank texted her on Instagram and asked her about her situation.

JR had basically blown her off after 4 years and discarded this delicious beauty. Dude, she’s so nice and sweet. How could you discard such an amazing  lady?

So this new guy is seeing her and it’s going well cause he’s nice to her and that’s all she wants. She says she likes white boys and this one isn’t much better looking than the last, but if he’s nice to her and that’s all that matters.

Noted…

 

‘”He lies to me. He went out to a club and said he was home. We’ve grown apart. I can’t have a liar in my life”

I juice her with all of my amazing relationship philosophy. She needs this. I’m happy to help this poor heartbroken girl.

“She knows at 21 she’ll leap to a new guy named Hank. He’s nice and treats her well. He Dm’d her on Instagram and that’s how it’s done now. Hopefully he’s nice or at least sends out his best representative for our dear Kita.

He simply Dm’d her on instagram. (Direct Message)

It’s that easy now.

I would have given her and her friends tickets to my show back in the day and close her properly on the bus… but I digress. (she’s a nice girl)

I adore this girl, and I’m thinking about her, and I know this is just a phicklephiily surge. I’m in a relationship and I’m just having a moment. Just like I always do.

Nothing will happen.

I love Cherie and I’m just having my usual nonsense.

I would like to figure out a time I can have lunch with her though. I can’t help it. I just want to be around her as a trusted mentor that would love to just hang and help with wisdom.

But I’m old. I should enjoy the limited time I have with anyone at all. I thanked her for giving me the hour out of her amazing delicious life to sit and talk to me.

That’s enough. That’s all I get of this girl.

Maybe I can get more.

I’m delusional.

That could never happen.

Yea… I’m done. She’s 21. I’m insane.

 

I just want to grab dinner with her. That’s all. I’m in a relationship but my love is absent and I just want to have dinner Philly style.

I won’t do anything….

 

Kita has become my new #1 at the salon because she’s the queen of tanning. She really has become the woman who represents what we do.  She has that certain something that lights me up.

I’m praying as I write these words on many levels. I want my girlfriend of a year to come down here this Friday night and embrace the love that we’ve found. But I want to be sitting having dinner with lovely Kita. Munching her beloved salmon and looking to me as a mentor. Would I like to split her like a ripe melon? Of course. But that’s not what Kita needs right now. Her dad would have me assassinated .

I’m in love with my girlfriend, Cherie. I love our limited time together. We are Motley Crue when it comes to sex, but I miss getting pizza and a movie with my love. I’m not getting any younger and if I can only see my devoted once a month because of school and career I will seek other people for companionship. I won’t cheat baby, but I just want to eat some noodles with you and you’re never around. I know you’re working toward a degree and I am somewhat loyal to you, but occasionally I would like to tip a glass.

Cherie, I miss you all the time. You’re probably one of the best and most loyal women I’ve ever met and I would consider spending the rest of my life with, but right now we’re all in flux and I need to lean into that.

So in the meantime when you’re absent I’m eating gelato.

I love you Cherie, but I am what I am.

Kita says she like white boys…

 

 

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