Ambria – Chapter 2 – First Date at Noon

I get to Misconduct around 11:40 just to secure my table and be in a relaxed state when Ambria arrives. I get my favorite table and chill. I get a text from her that she just got off the train at Suburban Station. That’s good because it’s only a block away. I’m glad I’m doing this. I have a good feeling about this lady.

Lunch is always a good first date. Because if it goes badly, you’re out of there in an hour. Drinks or dinner can turn into an expensive grinding nightmare. You just meet for coffee if you’re just not sure. So for this one I’m going with lunch.

She arrives on time and I can see she matches her profile pics. She’s an attractive light-skinned black woman with lovely soft curls. I get up from the table and meet her at the door. I bring her over to my table and we make our greeting.

We start chatting while the server comes over and takes our order.  I’ve been at this so long now, I’m pretty relaxed about just being calm and up front with these ladies. I tell her what I do for a living, then about the tanning salon story, and how we’re going to build a fitness center in there.

I go on to tell her when I was married, divorced and how my daughter Lorelei lives with me. I tell her about my family. I tell her I drive but am not encumbered with owning a car in the city. She agrees it would be a waste.

She tells me she’s never been married. Just focused on her career. She is an only child and lost her father to death early on and her mother in January of this year. I know that had to be tough, and I share about my late parents.

She served in the military and is pretty good with an M16 assault rifle.

Noted.

I find out she is a Sagitarius. (Dec 7) I don’t really believe is that zodiac stuff, but I never met a Sagitarius woman I didn’t like. Being a Leo, I’m supposed to be a good match with Sagitarius and Aries.

She was in a relationship a few years ago and it ended badly and her heart was broken for a couple of years. (When don’t relationships end badly?)

She said that she got by on some recyclables for a while. I ask her what that meant. She said she would just recycle guys she’d dated in the past to fill in the blanks until she could get back out there again.

She got on Tinder a couple of weeks ago. I ask her if she has had any luck and gone on any dates. She said she had. I ask how it was going and she seemed non plused. She jokes how this one guy named Bob spoke in the third person a lot.

“Who does that?”

“Yea, who really does that?”

Well, apparently Bob does. It didn’t win him a second date.

We talk about some of the dates I’ve been on, Valerie, June, Scarlett, Clarice and Joyce. (Go to my COLLECTIONS tab) She asks how all of that went, and I told her there were either boring or there was just no chemistry. She agreed that sort of was the case with her as well.

But we’re having a lot of great banter right now. The conversation is peppered with witty repartee and double entendre. It’s really fun and I am really starting to dig this chick.

The check comes and she picks it up and starts looking at it. I say, “Are we looking at that right now?” She says that we are. Could it be possible she may actually help on the first date? I kind of like her so much and she’s been so great at this lunch I really want to pay. She whips out her credit card and I reach for my wallet.

“No. I got this. ” She says.

“No. come on. You’re too kind. Let me…”

“No. Next time.”

By this time I’m on my feet. I can’t believe I’m hearing this. I tell her that up to this point that has NEVER happened.

“Next time.”

I’m stunned. But I get it. She knows I’m a gentleman. I’m pretty sure she likes me, and wants to see me again. This is an investment in securing a second date. Genius.

At least that’s what I hope it is.

Our lunch started at noon and has gone all the way to 2:30. It’s been so nice, the time flew by.  I tell her I have to work at the salon tonight so I have to get over there by 3pm. I tell her I am having such a good time, that if I didn’t have to work, I’d drag this party all the way to happy hour. If it were tomorrow, I’d do that because I’m off from the salon in the evening on Wednesdays.

“What about tomorrow night then?”

“You want to have our second date tomorrow?” I say.

“Sure. After 5. Happy hour.”

Again I’m stunned. No girl has ever forcibly paid the check on the first date and I’ve never gone on the second date the very next day. Most of the time I’m relieved the date is over. But this time I’m really tickled with the idea of seeing this beauty again tomorrow.

“Sure. Let’s meet up.”

We leave the restaurant and walk east on JFK Blvd. I ask her what the rest of her afternoon looks like, and she says she’ s going to do a little shopping. She says she likes Nordstrom Rack, but not the one here in center city. I suggest Macy’s and she says she’ll go there. We get to 16th and Market and she has to go east and I have to go south to the salon.

So It’s farewell for now.

We agree to text later and I tell her I’ll find a spot for happy hour tomorrow. She leans in and hugs me and kisses my cheek. She feels right in my arms.

We say a few more parting words and I kiss her one last time. But I boldly go in for her soft ripe lips. I’ve had a small hit and now I just need one last shot for the road. She gently yields to me. It’s just one short burst, and we part ways.

I’m feeling good, light energy as I nearly skip down 16th street.

When I get to work, the salon is busy, but I want to text her and thank her for the lovely lunch and look forward to seeing her tomorrow.

So at 30 minutes in, I catch a moment, and grab my phone.

She’s already texted me the same thing I wanted to say to her.

“Too early to tell, but I think I may have met a keeper. Hope tomorrow night goes well. Wish me luck!”

 

 

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Real Life Sugar Babies Describe What It’s Like To Have A Sugar Daddy – Part 3

It’s All An Act

From IAMASugarBaby:

“So I am very keen on creating a genuine relationship experience. This means that I think it is important to go on several dates before there is any private physical interaction, and even then I dole it out and keep it to a minimum. At the end of the day if someone asked me in private if my daddy is my boyfriend I would laugh and say no, it’s really just an act/a game and the daddies know this too. I’ve even maintained real relationships while doing this on the side. Some get caught up in it and feel its real but that’s why I choose to create a persona instead of revealing too much about myself.

As far as jobs go I really can’t complain. I get to play dress up and have a ridiculous salary for basically being an actress. It’s certainly not ALL about the money; I can’t keep a facade up forever and if I find someone to be completely repugnant (or even just no chemistry) I will not go out with them again.”

Highs And Lows

From Suckulaa:

“Sugar baby for about a year now, on/off. Was having trouble finding work and always liked older men so I put the two together. I’m plus size and I thought I wouldn’t have any luck but I do surprisingly well. Had a couple of CEOs, attorney, etc. Got to meet really interesting people and had a lot of opportunities to travel. It’s a lot of work though. Need to market yourself, look put together and be prepared to f*ck some old dudes. Had really high points and lows. Usually SDs do a monthly allowance or PPM, it always depended on scheduling for me.”

Getting Through A Rough Patch

From DarthMelonLord:

“I was a sugar baby is [sic] a teen.

I’ve always been fairly neutral towards it, I might do it again if I was single and hit hard times, but it’s not really that glamorous, especially when you don’t have any money to begin with and all the gifts go into boring stuff like bills, groceries and school. He really did help me through a rough patch in my life though so I’m thankful for that. it was all very casual and I know people often have a more professional approach to this, we didn’t have an agreement or anything like that. he’d just ask if I wanted or needed something, I’d tell him and then he’d either give me money for it or buy it himself and give to me. I was a bit shy about asking for stuff for first but he assured me it was fine, I think the most expensive thing he bought for me was a really nice city bike.”

Paying The Bills

From schattenpuppe:

“I have a sugar daddy at the moment and had two before. I’ve got into it while I was doing a gap year abroad after high school. I friend of mine there was doing it and I joined her and her sugar daddy at an event and met my first one there, a friend of her sugar daddy. I was with him for the rest of my year there and a while after I came back to my country I wanted to get into it again and found the other two over SA.

I’ve had my sugar daddy now for about a year and my arrangement with him is that I get 2000€/month as an allowance. He also pays my rent and any extra expenses I have because of him, like if I need new clothes to accompany him somewhere or travel costs as we don’t live in the same city. We agreed on three date nights and one weekend together a month and one weekend away every once in a while.”

The Pressure To Be Interesting

From throwsomesugarmyway:

“I was a college student in NYC, and to be perfectly honest I don’t really have many financial problems. I have an ample amount of financial aid that covers my tuition, but what I hated was relying on my parents for money. I used to work in high school in LA, but when my savings from that went dry I looked for other jobs but found that it was too difficult to both work and go to college at the same time…

I used to toy with the idea of being an escort actually, as I find no problems with sex for money. But I hated the idea of being in potential danger every time I had an outcall and the long night shifts that I would have to work as an escort.

That’s when I discovered sugar daddies. I read so many articles about them, and found that most girls would find a long-term daddy. This sounded too tedious to me – most rich men don’t want to think that you’re ONLY after them for their money, and like some level of attention and spoiling. I am a pretty emotionally detached person, so in my profile I specified that I was not looking to be anyone’s girlfriend.

It’s surprising how fast the replies come in. I learned to be smart at separating the guys into categories… some were creepy, some wanted too much from me (vacations, spending nights, etc), some simply didn’t offer enough money, and some were very unattractive (yes, shallow I know. But the whole site is shallow). Finally I agreed on $1500 to be paid biweekly directly into my bank account by a daddy named Adam*. I saw him for the first time at a nice dinner, and I could tell he was charmed by me. He hadn’t booked a hotel room or anything that night, and I could tell he didn’t feel comfortable with me going to his place so we parted with a hug. I saw him again the week after and he had booked a hotel room where I slept with him. Funny thing is after that I never saw him again. He stopped responding to my text messages. My hunch is that he realized that I treated the whole interaction as a transaction – which was completely true.

I came back to LA for the summer and realized again that I loved the easy money of being a sugar baby. Look pretty once a week and get paid to have sex. So I did it again, this time settling for a dude named Ben*. He paid me 800 dollars every time I saw him (usually once a week) and the sex was pretty fun.

I broke it off as college started again, but I have to say that I would probably continue to have a sugar daddy in the near future. The only thing I dislike about it (from my experience anyways) is having to act interested and be funny and cute in conversations. Obviously our visits wouldn’t just be me walking in the door and sleeping with him – there was some conversation first. I learned a lot about both of the sugar daddies I had, but the pressure to be interesting is slightly too much for me.”

No Regrets

From ExpectoPatronum13:

“I’ve had a few experiences. Met both of them through SugarDaddie.com

One with a man who lived a couple of hours from me. Married. Hated his wife. Would pay me $2000 plus pay for a hotel and room service AND dinner for me to come and spend time with him. Once a month or so. I didn’t know he was married at first and I broke it off when I found out.

Another who lived across the Atlantic from me. He flew me to spend a month with him, gave me an apartment and a job after we spent a weekend in NYC together. More recently I flew to his city on my own and lived with him for two months. We had periodic stints of sexual relationship but ultimately he was just a friend as I was dating someone on and off in between seeing him. Ultimately, it turned out that he was a sociopath and had no respect for women so I haven’t spoken to him since.

Overall, I have no regrets. Except having to explain to a current SO that I had done that, but then again, I wouldn’t be in the country that I’m in if it weren’t for the second one so we wouldn’t have met.”

 

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – 7 Signs You’re In A Really Strong Relationship

1. You are both able to freely express yourselves in the relationship.

You always give each other the platform that you both need to express yourselves.

You are both always made to feel like you can be completely honest with one another.

You don’t censor each other and you never hold anything back because you always want to promote openness in the relationship.

 

2. You both give each other space and independence.

You always respect each other’s individuality and you would never want to overstep your boundaries.

You are both a loving couple, but you both still make sure that you have your individual lives going on.

 

3. You don’t feel the need to make the relationship any different than what it is.

You don’t force yourselves to adhere to whatever standards society may have set for you.

You know your relationship well and you are perfectly comfortable with how you do things as a couple.

You care more about how you see one another than how others would see you.

 

4. You always make it a point to approach the decision-making process as a team.

You never treat one another for granted.

You always make it a point to tackle life as a team.

You make important decisions together because you both feed off of each other very well.

 

5. You promote harmony and balance in the relationship.

You both understand that a relationship can never be one-sided.

There can’t be a surplus of love on one side and a deficiency of affection on the other.

It must always be an equal exchange of love and intimacy in the relationship.

 

6. You have a deep trust and respect for one another.

There is a profound sense of respect that you have for one another which leads to the both of you establishing a good dynamic overall.

You trust one another well enough to always be confident in each other.

 

7. You don’t hesitate to be physically and emotionally intimate with one another.

Intimacy is important and you never hold back.

You never miss out on an opportunity to tell one another that you’re in love with each other.

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – 12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Research shows that the first impression is formed within 7 seconds of meeting somebody. If you have a job interview, the manager can make a decision about hiring you in just 30 seconds. Avoiding the common mistakes that ruin this first impression could increase your chances of finding a job, a friend, a client, or a life partner.

I collected some common blunders that can make you appear rude, bored, selfish, and annoying in the eyes of a person you meet for the first time. Read this list through to the end to find out how to avoid errors and use your 7 seconds wisely.

1. Weak handshake

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Limp handshakes can be a real killer of the first impression. Research shows that people with a weak handshake are judged as being shy, anxious, less open, and lacking any ability. Another common mistake people make is holding the other person’s hand for too long. If you want to succeed, give a firm handshake and follow the two-second-rule.

2. Wrong hand position

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Mind the position of your hands while sitting. You can put your hands in your lap, but don’t put them in your pockets because it will suggest that you are hiding something. If you put your hands on the table, don’t squeeze your hands too tight or put your palms down, it could indicate that you want to control the interviewer.

Also, while placing hands on the table and loosely folding them is an appropriate and even preferrable position in the Western world, this gesture would be considered rude in Japan and India.

3. Chewing gum

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

If a person sees you for the first time and you are chewing gum, they might think you are sombebody that is immature, childish, and somewhat lower class. Chewing gum is a bad idea at a job interview. However, in less formal circumstances, people chewing gum are usually evaluated as more friendly and approachable.

4. Avoiding eye-contact

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Eye-contact is a powerful tool for making a good first impression. Research shows that people maintaining eye contact while talking and listening are often judged as more confident and intelligent. People avoiding eye contact, on the other hand, are viewed as less sincere, less attractive, and more anxious.

5. Playing with your hair

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

While women have been shown to touch their hair up to 18 times a day, playing with hair can send the wrong signal to the person you’re sepaking with. While it’s often used as a flirting technique, it can also indicate anxiety, low self-esteem, stress, and discomfort. When playing with hair becomes repetitive and obsessive, it can even signal an impulse control disorder.

6. Wrong conversation topics

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

There are some taboo topics which won’t help you make a good first impression on anyone: health problems, money, religion, ex-bosses or ex-partners, politics, or personal life and problems. Try not to focus the conversation only on yourself and don’t forget to listen to the person you’re speaking with.

7. Invading personal space

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Physical space is the distance you make between you and the person you’re speaking with. Researchers distinguish four levels of personal space. The distance between you and the person you’ve just met at a formal meeting should be about 4 to 12 feet. If you approach the other person too closely you may seem aggressive, while standing too far away shows you aren’t interested.

8. Making distracting noises

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Any random sounds you make, like tapping your foot, tapping your fingers, or cracking your knuckles may be annoying and distracting to others. Tapping can indicate nervousness, irritation, or impatience, and can also suggest that you are lying or trying to irritate others. While cracking knuckles can help you relieve stress, it’s one of the top most annoying sounds, according to a survey conducted by The New York Times.

9. Frequently checking your watch or cellphone

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

The average person checks their phone 110 times a day! Yet, it’s very impolite to check your phone or watch during a conversation. It shows that you are not interested in the other person, that you are bored, and that you have better things to do. Research shows that even having your phone on the table next to you reduces a conversation’s quality and engagement.

10. Forgetting names

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

It is embarrassing if you forget a person’s name, especially if this person remembers yours. To avoid this, immediately repeat the name after the introduction like: “Hi, Anna! Nice meeting you.” Don’t use the excuse that you are terrible with names, if you are interested in the other person the name will stay in your head.

11. Being late

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

When you arrive late, you give the impression that you are unreliable, bad with planning, don’t value others’ time, and lack commitment. Try to manage your time in a way that you won’t be anxious about being late and won’t need to rush. Even when you arrive on time but had to run before that, you won’t be centered and focused enough.

12. Bad attire

12 Things That Destroy a First Impression Immediately

Statistics says that 55% of the first impression is based on your appearance. Some studies show that your appearance, height, weight, hair color, and amount of make up can influence the size of your paycheck. If you meet somebody for the first time try to be conservative and neutral in your choice of clothing, be polished, and don’t use heavy perfume.

Do you recognize yourself in any of those descriptions? Which of these points would ruin your opinion about a person with no hopes of improvement? Which points should be added to this list? Share your opinions and experiences in the comments.

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Sun Stories: Sasha – Chapter 2 – The Black Silk Stockings Incident

So Sasha returns to the salon. She is hands down one of the most beautiful women that has ever set foot in this salon.

I refered to her as my #1.

She loves to tan and I upsold her to a premium package but she feels like she gets more tan in the Cadillac. (That’s powerful but a non-premium bed) These girls are so picky.

She left for a while because she wanted to take a break from tanning. If you leave you can’t be my #1 anymore.

But one day the beautiful Sasha returns to the salon. I’m delighted to see her. I love beauty. I know I’ve always been a beauty addict. She looks marvelous as always. I welcome her back and tell her I’ve been horribly unfaithful to her and she has lost her spot as my number one. It’s all in good fun and we laugh it off.  But there’s a part of me that is serious. I miss my queen. I made her my number one in my head and she left us.

“How are you? I’ve missed you Sasha.”

“I’m having a shitty day and I have a hole in my stockings.”

“I’m sorry. (intrigued by any talk about her legs) They seem okay.”

“It’s high up on my thigh, but their ruined.”

I make lists and rules for the salon and it’s all in good fun. Sasha gets it and knows it’s all just a fun game. It’s a fun way for me to fuss over these girls and create a little competition. They all have fun with it and it makes the place like a lively club.

I do love Sasha in a classic phicklephilly way.  Just me being charming to a gaggle of gorgeous women I adore being in the presence of.

But when I converse with Sasha she actually ruins the false dream I create for her. They always do. She seems shallow and high maintenance. She’s really into tanning. I love that. The beautiful addicts. Addicted to anything that they think will make them prettier. They cling to everything they can to hold onto the only thing they truly possess that has carried them through their entire lives.  Beautiful DNA lottery winners that have skated through their lives sliding down the rainbow of their own genetic beauty and have had everything handed to them. Please don’t misunderstand me here. I get it. I’m a beauty addict. I love them all. I don’t care what’s going on inside of these lovely vessels.

She says she struggles getting her face tan. She’s not happy about the premium package I totally gave her a deal on to help her. She feels like a different bed works better because it is hands down the strongest bed in the house. I don’t care. Sasha’s paying for the premium package and using a lesser bed. Give the people what they want. Whatever works.

Sasha reveals to me that she is 112 lbs and 23 years old. She’s a spectacular, lean Persian beauty and her mom works in local TV in Boston. This chick is a genetic miracle and born into money. Her face is lovely. Her hair is black and even though her nose is crooked, she is a perfect beauty. She has almost no bustline. I like girl with small breasts because they appear more youthful. Her body is lean and her legs are incredible. So I adore her on just the leg aspect. If you’ve been reading this blog you know I am leg obsessed so I would date a girl with an average face if she had a good landing gear and means of propulsion.

While waiting for the sunbed she wants she also tells me that in high school she was 140 lbs. Fat she says. A bigger girl. Who knows what was going on there but on a girl of her stature that’s chunky. She says in High School she was a bad girl and fooled around with a lot of boys because she felt ugly.

Okay, overweight and low self esteem and your mom was smoking hot. I get it. The blog isn’t going to write itself so I’m all ears.

She’s been with the same boyfriend since she was 17 years old.  She now works at an IT Recruitment firm here in Philly with a bunch of girls that tan here. There is one girl who is in my top 5 that brough them all in and she’s gorgeous. I love her too. I can be at the back of the salon without my glasses and I know when this chick comes in just from the slender shapely legs that I see with my special leg targeting super power. Believe me, when it comes to legs, I have a super power. I can hear the rustle of stockings from 50 yards away!

I love stockings and hose. They encase and cling to a woman’s legs to make them look better and keep them warm. Any leg wear and anything related to women’s legs drives me nuts and makes the dopamine drop like mad. I love it.

Anyway, she and the boyfriend live together here in Philly. He goes to Penn and she works in recruitment. They’re both from Boston. So he’s in school and she’s working. So the obvious move financially was to get a place together. They’ve been together for 4 years.

She tells me that if they get married, (Which seems inevitable) she wants a 3 carat diamond ring. She even shows me a photo of the ring she wants. I start to hate my number one. (Former number one)

A ring like that costs anywhere between ten grand and twenty grand. That’s insane. What kind of woman would put that much emphasis on a stone that is in a created market by the DeBeers family.

Most natural diamonds are formed at high temperature and pressure at depths of 140 to 190 kilometers (87 to 118 mi) in the Earth’s mantle. Carbon-containing minerals provide the carbon source, and the growth occurs over periods from 1 billion to 3.3 billion years (25% to 75% of the age of the Earth).

It’s the hardest mineral on the planet but marriage is a complicated and fragile experience. Half of them fail and the wedding business is a billion dollar industry. I’m starting to hate Sasha. She’s a vacuous foolish girl who has watched too many Disney movies and grown up in a place not based in reality.

Think of the pressure this is putting on her man. I tell her he’s going to have to find and incredible career out of college to become that level of debtor to buy her a stone on a ring that could slip off and fall down a sink forever.

So pretty but so superficial. I find that behavior empty and gross. So pretty on the outside. Ugly and stupid on the inside.

Can you imagine a guy dropping $20K on a fucking ring for a girl with no tits and working at a recruitment firm? And she’s a shitty person. She’s just really pretty. That’s it.

Run, dude. But that poor sap can’t believe that he finally gets to fuck the hottest girl in the room. Run, dude.

Sasha tells me if they ever move back to Boston she’s going to get a roommate and they will live separately I ask her why if they’ve been together for so long. She says she doesn’t like the idea of them acting like they’re married and not actually being married.

But they’re doing that now. It’s just tradition and ideals at this point. That would be expensive and stupid.

I can see all of this insanity from where I’m sitting now at 55. I’ve lived through every nonsense relationship tradition you could probably imagine. It always ends the same.

I look at Sasha and I’d love to fuck her back to the stone age, but that’s it at this point. She has officially lost her superficial silly title as the number one babe at the tanning salon.  (I know it’s just a game, but we gotta have some standards here people)

Somehow when she’s sitting there and we’re chatting and we’re getting into work stuff she says the phrase:

“I’m not going to be a pussy about it.”

Me with six 5 star Yelp reviews has to embrace my fallen number one using the word “Pussy” I have to do this. We’re close enough now.

“Sasha. It’s funny that people use that word as being soft or weak.”

‘I know, right?”

“I hear that phrase a lot and I’ve given it some thought.” I say this as the older statesman of the tanning salon in Rittenhouse. I’m the guy that the girls listen to in regard to which bed, lotion, exposure time and program they should adhere to be beautiful now.

“What are you thinking about that?”

I love that we’re going to have this conversation. I’m going to risk it.

“When men say things like, grow a pair of balls, or sack up, they mean be a man and be hard. Be brave and stand up for yourself. But in reality, the testicles are the most fragile part of a man. If you strike or kick a man in the balls he will fall to the ground and actually feel broken and nauseous from that. You can basically take a man out by hitting him in the balls. They hang outside his body in a bag and aren’t even strong enough to be inside his body to manufacture sperm. Fucking weak. One swift kick and we’re down. On the other hand, pussy is strong. Stronger than balls. A pussy can take a solid pounding and is strong enough to push out a baby.  A human being. Pussy is mighty.”

I know I risk being fired for this view.

“I totally agree with you Charles, and think about that all of the time.”

I love that Sasha think about how strong her sweet pussy is all of the time. I would like nothing more that to test the tenacity of her vagina. But I digress.

This is as intimate as I’ve ever been with hot, shallow, Sasha and I offer the Sweet and Sexy hot bronzer. She accepts it after hearing of its effects and actually like the idea of me giving it to her for free.

This is so fun! I love this tanning drama!

She comes out after her session and looks a little red. I tell her rosy complexion is the tingler activating the melanin in her skin to make her darker. She likes that. She tells me she had micro blading done on her eyebrows. I don’t know what that is, but apparently it’s something that will make this already perfect girl more beautiful.

Microblading, also known by a variety of names such as embroiderymicrostrokingfeather touch and hair like strokes, is a form of permanent makeup that provides a means to partially or fully camouflage missing eyebrow hair with the appearance of simulated hair using fine deposits of cosmetic tattoo pigments. Over time the strokes can blur and fade and will need to be refreshed.

Sasha tells me she has to protect her eyebrows from tanning while she is microblading. I wish I had come up with a nonsense product that people felt like they needed their whole life.

No. I could never do that to another person because that’s a lie. Sasha is beautiful and fucked up, but I’m here to serve her.

She comes out a little rosy from the lotion.

“Look. It worked. You look darker. Amazing.”

“I do right?”

I touch her forehead and arm. She’s red. My fingers gentle touch leaves a white impression then returns to red/brown. She’s happy with the results and I am the therapist. I am the one that delivers the tan. The beauty, The thing they all crave and don’t really need, but this is a business and it’s what Achilles and I do now. (See: Achilles – The Bronze God)

I notice her lovely legs are bare when she comes out of the booth.

“What happened? Won’t you be cold?”

“I told you I ripped a hole in my stockings today.”

I watch as she throws a black cloth wad into the trash.

“See you Thursday and thank you for everything!”

Off she goes.

I slowly walk her to the door and wave goodbye.

I watch her bound down the steps. Her shapely lean legs flexing as she makes her way back to Walnut street.

I turn back to the trash. That’s Sasha’s black sheer stockings that encased her lovely legs all day in the trash. The ones with the disappointing hole.

Well, off to the dumpster out back.

 

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Amazon Customer Review

“This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.”

I read this recently and nearly died laughing. I know this isn’t the usual phicklephilly fare, but it was just so glorious and brilliantly written I had to share.

Happy Friday!

Enjoy!

Customer Review

Veet Hair Removal Gel

5.0 out of 5 stars
A warning from across the pond…
By: A. Chappellon July 3, 2012

Format: Health and Beauty

After having been told my danglies looked like an elderly Rastafarian I decided to take the plunge and buy some of this as previous shaving attempts had only been mildly succesful and I nearly put my back out trying to reach the more difficult bits. Being a bit of a romantic I thought I would do the deed on the missus’s birthday as a bit of a treat.
I ordered it well in advance, and working in the North Sea I considered myself a bit above some of the characters writing the previous reviews, and wrote them off as soft office types…oh my fellow sufferers how wrong I was. I waited until the other half was tucked up in bed and after giving some vague hints about a special surprise I went down to the bathroom. Initially all went well and I applied the gel and stood waiting for something to happen.
I didn’t have long to wait. At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can only describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn’t featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the destruction of the meat and two veg. Struggling to not bite through my bottom lip I tried to wash the gel off in the sink and only succeeded in blocking the drain with a mat of hair. Through the haze of tears I struggled out of the bathroom across the hall into the kitchen. By this time walking was not really possible and I crawled the final yard to the fridge in the hope of some form of cold relief. I yanked the freezer drawer out and found a tub of ice cream, tore the lid of and positioned it under me.
The relief was fantastic but only temporary as it melted fairly quickly and the fiery stabbing soon returned. Due to the shape of the ice cream tub I hadn’t managed to give the starfish any treatment and I groped around in the drawer for something else as I was sure my vision was going to fail fairly soon. I grabbed a bag of what I later found out was frozen sprouts and tore it open trying to be quiet as I did so. I took a handful of them and tried in vain to clench some between the cheeks of my arse. This was not doing the trick as some of the gel had found its way up the chutney channel and it felt like the space shuttle was running its engines behind me. This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain.
The only solution my pain crazed mind could come up with was to gently ease one of the sprouts where no veg had gone before. Unfortunately, alerted by the strange grunts coming from the kitchen the other half chose that moment to come and investigate and was greeted by the sight of me, arse in the air, strawberry ice cream dripping from my bell end pushing a sprout up my arse while muttering…” Ooooh that feels good “.

Understandably this was a shock to her and she let out a scream and as I hadn’t heard her come in it caused an involuntary spasm of shock in myself which resulted in the sprout being ejected at quite some speed in her direction. I can understand that having a sprout farted against your leg at 11 at night in the kitchen probably wasn’t the special surprise she was expecting and having to explain to the kids the next day what the strange hollow in the ice cream was didn’t improve my status…So to sum it up Veet removes hair, dignity and self-respect…:)

 

The original can be seen here for validity: https://www.amazon.com/review/R2QP56S5P2DEGA

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – Are Money And Social Status More Important Than Looks, Confidence And Determination Regarding Dating Success?

As in many other pieces published on phicklephilly, space, coherence and readership adaption call for less extensive reasoning about other positive factors, as well as constraining factors. I will now address some of these and explain why these three still determine the bulk of one’s dating success. I will also add a number of particular points that have not been emphasized in earlier articles.

Dating success
First I would like to explain what I mean by dating success. Since it seems more or less self-evident, many choose to not explain this. As I see it, though, dating success primarily means notch count understood as a decent balance between quality and quantity. One or two hot girlfriends over a period of 20 years do not make you successful by any means, although it might make a person happy if those long-term relationships have been mostly positive experiences and of course are preferable to dating average girls.

Conversely, 100 5s cannot be understood as substantial dating success either. For dating success to occur, a man most be able to bang a larger number of 7s, 8s and 9s, and not that many 5s and 6s in relationship to the total notch count. Sure there are guys who have claimed that three-digit numbers are required to be called a Don Juan – and indeed there are several levels of Casonova-ness – but those in the two-digit span can also be fine if the average quality is relatively high. Balance is important and one should not be too obsessed about sheer numbers, if not for other reasons than because there are other important things in life than raw score (pun intended).

Money and social status
I fully agree that a large degree of money and/or social status really are important factors. However, a large portion of these are generally outliers. Few men can compete with actors, pop stars, successful sportsmen and billionaires, but then most men do not belong to any of these categories, nor is it realistic to do so in the future.

Money and social status can be measured as continuous rather different variables. So to have a monthly salary of 10 000 US dollars is much better than to earn only 5000, which in turn is preferable to 2500 and so on. To have a relatively large network of friends and acquaintances and significant popularity within those circles, are of course better than a small network.

However, given that a man who is determined to improve himself in order to get laid will almost automatically try to improve his earnings and social status. But to use the money wisely and appropriately are even more crucial components. A man who is determined will not buy a Playstation 4 unit or gaming computer. He will not buy an expensive yet fairly mediocre car and drive around with his average girlfriend in it. He will, on the other hand, perhaps buy a ticket to Bogata, Madrid or Tokyo, a Hugo Boss suit and fitting shoes.

Regarding social influence one must realize that a lot of hunting occurs more or less alone. To have social proof is important sometimes, but day game, online game and night game mostly go hand in hand with individual efforts. Social circle game can be a powerful way to perform, but you must have looks and confidence within that circle, because otherwise it will be friend-zoning that awaits you. Agreeableness, extroversion and likeability only go so far.

Further, as Troy Francis logistics is one of the keys. A guy who is determined to have more dating success will try to fix that as well. It could be to pick a hotel instead of a hostel, rent an apartment closer to a club, or find a love hotel in Tokyo around 7:30 in the morning.

Sure one needs some degree of money for that, but that are the amount of resources that you have saved by making proper hacks and priorities. Most guys have that kind of money as they are clustered somewhere in the middle of the income spectrum in the West. The real issue is to figure out how to maximize one’s potential with disposable means, whether economic, physical or mental.

Constraining factors
Furthermore there are a lot of constraining factors involved. A guy can fall on the rope due to reasons that go beyond looks, confidence and determination. Being too introvert, mildly autistic, depressed, living in the completely wrong place, or making minor mistakes along the way will not serve you well.

I am not sanguine that everything can be fixed either, if not for other reasons than because genes largely     underlie personality and behavior. Still the extreme game-detrimental personality profiles are outliers, and since most men are clustered somewhere in the middle also in this regard most can improve themselves a lot in the proper direction.

Conclusion
Money and social status are indeed very important factors that underlie dating success. However, since most men are clustered somewhere in the middle of the income and social status spectrum, how and for what purpose he uses his disposable resources are more crucial than the earnings and network size. Constraining factors linked to personality and behavior are likewise outliers. The key is for the middle-man to work hard and figure out how he will accomplish the most with the least resources, which is linked to the determination factor.

 

Was this helpful? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this subject!

 

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Celebrity Sightings: Bella DeMone – Philly Model

Happy Friday!

This is a spectacularly beautiful model. She’s also a friend so I decided to showcase this lovely girl on Phicklephilly!

 

Take it away, Bella!

 

Hey everyone! My name is Bella DeMone, a Philadelphia based model. My passion consists of art and photography. I enjoy what I do, love meeting all different kinds of people and seeing their unique talent. Modeling is absolutely everything I’ve wanted to pursue. The runway puts me on top the world. It’s freedom, being yourself, where all worries are out the window. These are the moments that feel wonderful, a dream come true.

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Hey everyone! My name is Bella DeMone, a Philadelphia based model. My passion consists of art and photography. I enjoy what I do, love meeting all different kinds of people and seeing their unique talent. Modeling is absolutely everything I’ve wanted to pursue. The runway puts me on top the world. It’s freedom, being yourself, where all worries are out the window. These are the moments that feel wonderful, a dream come true.
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My MM URL: http://www.modelmayhem.com/BellaDeMone

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About Me

Hey all! I currently reside in the Philadelphia area, and am open to reasonable travel for the right opportunity. I work in the medical field, and am accustomed to working with a variety of people. But behind those doors I’m all about fashion, and about making a great photo or project come to life. Fashion and modeling art is a passion that I enjoy, and I am loving every minute of it. Modeling gives me the chance to feel free and act out, and have fun in the process.

For those looking to work with me, please know:

-I’m punctual, and will be focused on the project.
-I have listed my genres in this profile.
-Please be respectful of including a basic transportation costs if you would like to do a TF shoot that is outside the city limits. Nothing crazy, but every bit does help.
-Please also respect my bringing an escort to any shoot, as that alleviates my safety concerns. I promise that they won’t get in the way, and they can even hold a reflector or help out as needed.
-Please be able to explain the who/what/where/when/why/how of your project, and I will do my best to make that happen. This helps to avoid any miscommunications or misunderstandings. If you email all of this, please include a contact phone so that I can call you back.
-I have been fortunate to have made some great contacts on the scene already, and have been part of some wonderful creative projects. I look forward to many more of them. I want to make the most of this experience, so please share with me your ideas!
-To schedule with me, please email me at photography@exithibernationmedia.com, or use Model Mayhem. Please include your contact info, so that you don’t get lost in the spam (a contact phone #, MM url, email addy), and I will get back to you ASAP. Serious inquiries only, please, as I do have a day job and am very focused on the important things in life (work, family, living, modeling). Please include the full description of what you want to do in your email, and not just a general idea.

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Update:

-there are too many wonderful people on MM! The feedback is encouraging…and the creepy emails from people only make this more of an adventure.

Photographers of Interest:

A. G. Heefner, Exit Hibernation Media

Rob Eberle

William “Bob” Kearns

Gary Boswell

Makeup Artists of Interest:

Tina Kane

Matt Phoenix

Justine Freeman

Susan Carabello

Alexandra Ley

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Sun Stories: Sasha – Chapter 1 – My Number 1

Sasha came in and signed up one night when I wasn’t working. The college girl, Summer who works the nights I don’t did the intake on Sasha. (See: Summer – Night Shift Girl) A couple of days later Sasha strolls in to tan while I’m working and I thought my eyes would pop out of my head. Here is this slender stunner. Lovely raven hair and perfect features. Shapley legs and small bust. (Love that girlish figure)

So of course I’m chatting her up and placing her onto my mental list of favorite women who come into the salon. She’s definitely Top 5.

I originally entitled this piece “I love you” because this is a classic example of what inspired this blog. I’m always “falling in love” with women on a daily basis. All they have to be is cute and sweet. So it’s not really love. It’s just desire, and lust. (I changed the title because I don’t really love her.)

I love my girlfriend Cherie, not any of these hot chicks. They’re just little treats that swim in and out of my daily life. But I’m tantalized by them all and love the attention and thrill I get when I see them. There’s always new ones and ones that disappear and reappear throughout the season. It’s fun!

One day I come in to start my shift and Achilles says that some woman named Sasha left her watch in the room after she was finished her session. He said the watch was in the drawer under the counter and if she comes in, give it back to her.

He leaves and I open the drawer. I want to see what kind of watch it is.

Kate Spade. Conservative. Cute. I like holding a piece of Sasha’s jewelry in my hands. I grab one of our little towels and clean it up a bit and place it back in the drawer. Then I go one better. I call Sasha.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sasha, this is Charles calling from the tanning salon. You left your watch here.”

“Oh my God! Thank you! I couldn’t imagine where I left it! Thank you, Charles. I’ll be in tonight to get it. Thank you again!”

“No worries. I’m just happy we found it. See you later.”

 

I get a rush of joy that I was the one who got to call Sasha. It’s now as if I found the watch. I also liked hearing her use my name on the phone. Say my name, Sweet Sasha!

Later, when the salon is busy and I’m chatting with some of the ladies in the waiting area. We’re all laughing and giggling at something I said.

Sasha walks in. I announce her, and say: “…And here’s another thing I love doing. Giving jewelry to pretty ladies!”

I pull out the watch from the drawer and place it into Sasha’s dainty hands. So now there’s a connection. She thinks I’m the hero who found and returned her watch. It was always great seeing her lovely, elegant visage and chatting with this beautiful girl.

With great rapidity Sasha had moved from Top 5 to #1 .

But sadly, after a few months of tanning Sasha let us know that she was taking a break from tanning for a bit. We were sad that we wouldn’t see her anymore. (Even my co-worker, Summer likes Sasha and she hates nearly everyone.)

It’s been a few months now. I’m working at the salon last night when the phone rings. I answer in my usual upbeat, professional greeting.

“Hey Charles, it’s Sasha.”

I reply with surprise and delight using her full name. I’m delighted that she called. (Dopamine dropping!)

“How are you, Sasha?”

“I’m great! I’m thinking about coming back to do tanning again.”

“Wonderful. We’ve all missed you and would love you to return to our fine salon.”

“Can I still get that deal you offered me when last we spoke?”

“Whatever you want, the answer is yes!”

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow, Charles.”

“See you then!”

Sooo….. my love is returning to me at last! Can’t wait to see her! Thank goodness I asked Summer to take her Saturday shift yesterday. I had nothing going on and figured why not be busy and make a few bucks? Can’t wait to see her!

She came in Sunday! So beautiful!

I was so happy to see her again. My baby is back!

 

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Dating and Relationship Advice – Create a Professional Image for Under $20

We constantly preach that looks and style matter very little in the pickup game.  Your body language, Alpha Male presence, and ability to create sexual attraction is what ultimately will win over any woman. In the world of business and social networking, your appearance matters just a little bit more, as impressions are made within the first four seconds of meeting a potential client or business partner, and those crucial first four seconds will make the difference between you closing the deal and you looking for a new line of work.

In a business setting you always want to dress to impress, and by this I mean you want to out dress your client by about 15%.  If you out dress them too much you may make them feel uncomfortable and if you under dress you will appear lazy, sloppy, and unbusinesslike.  15% means if they wear jeans and a t-shirt, you wear a button up shirt.  If they wear a button up shirt, you add a tie.  This goes in hand with knowing who your client is, just like in the pickup game, the know you more about your potential target, (cold reading, observations, profiling) the better chance you have at succeeding with said target.

Sooner or later throughout your conversation with a woman, it will come around to what kind of work you do.  For those of you with a really sweet job you probably have already told her twenty times what you do for a living, which is annoying in itself, but if she’s still asking you questions about your line of work, she probably digs it.  If you are the one who keeps bringing it up, she’s bored of you and in another five minutes or so you’ll be telling some other girl what you do for a living.

Now what if you have a real crappy job, or no job at all.  Well you can still create a professional appearance, and for under $20.  What’s the secret?  Business cards.  Not just any kind of business card, a card to promote you.  Because in the pick up scene what are you doing?  Promoting yourself to potential women, right? To quote the late great comedian Mitch Hedberg, “I got a business card because I want to win some lunches.  That’s what my business card says, “Mitch Hedgerg, Potential Lunch Winner.  Give me a call, maybe we’ll have lunch, if I’m lucky!””

So create a business card to promote yourself.  Let’s say you’ve just gotten yourself a girl’s number and she asks for yours.  Instead of being like everyone else and typing it into her phone, say, “Let me give you my business card.”  She’ll definitely remember you.  If you’re a student, how many other cheese dicks out there do you know who have a business card? Zero. Because it is something that’s reserved for professionals.  As girls come close to their senior year of college, who do you think they will pay more attention to, the frat boy or the guy with the professional image who actually looks like he’ll be successful after he graduates?

What better way to make new contacts than to hand them a business card after meeting them? Especially if you’re looking for a job. You won’t always be carrying your folder of resumes around, but you can easily have 10 business cards in your pocket.

Now I know what you’re thinking, where do I get mine?  Well, there are two things to remember at first, who is going to design it, and who is going to print it.  The first option to do is design it yourself.  You can buy business cards at any office depot that will fit in your home printer, download a template for word and create and your own.  It’s quick and easy and it’s how I used to do mine, but after wasting all my ink and my printer jamming for the hundredth time, I decided to go online.  Just google business cards and find a site online that will print them for you.  They’ll look better, they have pre-made templates where all you have to do is type in your information and a week later your cards will arrive in the mail.  The choice is yours, and now you know.

 

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