Kita – Chapter 53 – Apparition

It’s odd that once you know there’s no future in a job how quickly your mind leaves it.

“Hey, how are you? WE should meet up!”

Kita xo

I’m stunned by her text. (See: Sun Stories – Just Another Sunday at this Fucking Salon)

“I’m doing well! You’re right. It’s been a minute. We should meet up.”

I wait.

Nothing.

Then I get another text.

“When do you work? Every time I go there now you’re never there. I thought you left.”

Now is not the time to make Kita wait. “I picked up some shifts at a restaurant in Rittenhouse, so I’m only at the salon on Sundays now.”

“Oh cool. I’ll stop in Sunday to tan.”

“Okay!”

Wow. I really thought that after what happened, Kita was gone from my life. I figured the pure shame of what occurred would drive her from me forever.

I really didn’t know what was going to happen next. But so far it didn’t sound bad.

I knew I’d have to wait a week until I saw her, if she was going to come in at all.

But knowing Kita, she had to tan. It was her addiction. She’d be in. She’d tan before Sunday just to feed her addiction, but would she follow through with Sunday?

It all seemed surreal. All of the time I’d put in with her as and elder friend and mentor, and the paradox of our dates and romance.

Then the sexual explosion between us. I wanted it, but never in my wildest dreams actually thought that I’d be with little Kita.

But it did happen. There’s no turning back from that. She either shows up Sunday or I never hear from her again and pray for the best for her.

I work the week at the restaurant, and all is well. That’s my life now. That’s my main stream of income. I love working for them and my life is in balance and moving forward.

I’ve given all of my shifts at the salon to Amelia and Skyler. I’ve been reduced to the Sunday guy. 11am to 4pm. An easy shift that yields $200 a month for now.

Sadly, what I once saw as a business opportunity with Achilles has been reduced to me doing everybody a favor by taking the Sunday shift that no one wants.

That’s why I’m out of there. If I can figure out a way to leave the salon forever, I’ll do it. But for now, I’ll hang. I’m not angry at all with Achilles, I just realized that the salon isn’t going anywhere and I need to be out of there.

I’m with a growing company with some really great people, and I’m happy with the way things are unfolding. I chased this new business, and I caught it!

I wanted so much with the salon and Achilles. For two and a half years we could have built something, but in the end it was a loss. Tanning is shrinking in this city, and the gym is an absolute failure.

I cashed out of that and didn’t lose a cent.

I’m happy I made the leap when I did.

The great thing is, working at the salon groomed me to step into this new job and lead effortlessly. I manage the store. The food is free. Tips are flowing along with a great salary. I’ve been asked to do some marketing for them. It’s a growing brand and I couldn’t be more excited to work there.

Everything is better now!

But my time is limited. Now more than ever.

I thought with my schedule changing with the new job, I’d be more available to meet up with friends for happy hour now. (1st time in over 2 years because of my night shifts at the salon) But no. I finish work and want to go home.

I’m done with public life. I’ve been on stage for the last 10 years in my media jobs. Always out, selling and being social. My photo being taken with the hottest girls at the best events.

I’m done with all of that.

It’s boring and a waste of my time and money.

I love being in the ‘industry’ but I love that mine is a simple model. Not a bar. No late nights. No drunks or shitty employees or guests.

Simple hard work and elegance. A decent days work for a good dollar. Just bringing extraordinary client service to whoever comes in the door.

I’m not meant to work in this salon or for Achilles anymore.

I was for a time, but that was to transition me to a better gig. It took me a while to realize that, but I got it. It was meant to be.

I met so many wonderful people along the way.

(SEARCH)

Haley

Summer

Amelia

Eileen

Skyler

Amazing girls that were so great to work with. I love them all in different ways. It was sweet moments in my history that can’t be repeated!

But here I am. Still hanging on. Actually phoning it on a Sunday from 11am to 4pm.  I play classic hits on the radio and the regular clients know it’s me who’s here. It’s dead this time of year and we maybe get a dozen people rolling through here now.

I stand here at the counter and read other people’s crazy dating stories online just for entertainment.

It’s odd that once you know there’s no future in a job how quickly your mind leaves it.

I do know what needs to be done here but no longer work with the fierce vigilance I once had for something I thought I had a future in.

Now I roll in 15 minutes before we open. I no longer sweep, mop, or take out the trash on Sundays. There just isn’t enough traffic to warrant me to give a shit anymore.

It sucks because I really thought Achilles and I were going to create some sort of business together.

But now I realize it was all careless talk day after day in the salon and nothing will ever change here. But that behavior mirrors his own life and his relationship with his significant other. I feel sorry for her too.

For some reason I can no longer get on wordpress to write or edit my blog at the salon anymore. Part of me feels that Achilles has blocked my access because he’s bitter that I left him for a better gig… but I digress.

 

The worst part of working any shift in any retail or hospitality job is when people come in at the last-minute when you’re trying to close.

What I just wrote will be agreed upon by everyone I know. I don’t even need to check in with them. We hate it, and hate all of the people who pull that shit.

I deal with the last of the line steppers on this rainy Sunday and pray I can get out of here at a reasonable hour today. Not that it really matters. I’m done at 4pm. It’s still light out here in our fair city. I can still walk around the corner and go to Marathon at 16th and Sansom and have a slammin’ Manhattan and a BBQ chicken sandwich, and just let go of the week.

I’ve served everybody, everyday, all week-long, and it’s nice to have somebody serve me for once. I don’t want anything special in my life. But an exquisite cocktail and a simple sandwich with a coke is pretty sweet by the end of the week.

I load fresh towels in the bathroom, and collect the trash, hoping no one comes in at closing. It happens so much I wish I could unplug the phone for all of these asshole line steppers.

I’m walking back to the front of the salon and I’m about to lock the doors at 3:55 when I see her.

“Sorry I’m late. Do you have time for one more?”

She’s wearing a tight white tank top that clings to her small breasts. She has a matching tennis skirt that showcase her shapely brown legs.

She looks gorgeous.

 

I’m helpless.

 

“Kita.”

 

“Nice to see you, Charles.”

“How are you?

“I’m good. But I had to come and see you.

“Okay….” (Worried)

“But first I need to tan because I feel so pale.” ( She’s as brown as a penny)

“Stand up or lay down?”

“Stand up.”

“You can go to 3, full-time.”

“What are you doing after this?”

“Umm.. I was going to go around the corner and have a drink.”

 

“Want some company?”

 

I looked at her. It took a moment. I needed to flashback to what had happened between us. The anxiety is starting to smolder in my stomach.

It only took about 10 seconds.

“Yea, that’d be great.”

“Cool. I wanna talk to you about some stuff.”

Kita headed to room 3.

“I’ll see you on the other side.”

(Giggles and the door slams)

 

What am I doing?

Not Again…

 

 

Kita – Chapter 52 – Will I Ever See Her Again?

I’m standing here in the salon looking in the mirror of the little vanity near the back. Kita did her spray tan and has left in an awkward drunken silence.

I’m still trying to get my head around what just happened. I met this girl a year ago. A confused young girl. (See: Kita – Double Dip)

I liked spending time with her and helped and counseled her with all of her social and boy issues.

I guided her as best I could with my wisdom and knowledge. She would stick around the salon for hours asking my advice on everything relating to her dating life. She had no clue about dating or navigating romantic relationships.

She’s a bit of a mess. Fit, young, beautiful and very confused. It seems that due to her absent father and her parents in general she didn’t have the tools in place to make her way into adulthood.

She found a friend in me and trusted me. She rarely took my advice as do many of the people I’ve tried to help in this world.

You can’t know the exact thing a person should do in a situation based on your experience. You can share this precious information with them, and 99% of the time they’ll not take it and then do what they think is right.

It’s always wrong.

This has happened over and over with people in my life. It seems that when people need help they just need someone to talk to. Someone to listen to their problems. But ultimately everybody’s going to do what they think is right and most of the time it’s absolutely wrong.

This has been the case with Kita.

But something else happened along the way.

I was instantly attracted to her because she was so cute, and those legs! But that’s just my shallow desire rearing its hungry head.

She in turn began to have feelings for me as well. Probably looking for something she never got from her on father.

But it went further.

The special little dates she agreed to. The little presents I bought her. The flirting, the stolen kisses and bits of intimate play that happened between us on occasion.

But then other things happened. The oral sex incident in the gym that day, and worst of all… the mad after hours sexual encounter on the very sink I’m leaning on right now.

I stare into the mirror.

I search my own eyes for how this could have happened.

But who am I kidding?

I met her, charmed her, courted her and dated her. She’s 22! She has no clue about anything. She grew up in a sheltered rich family. I’m a good sales guy. I liked her and loved spending time with this little cutie as much as a clueless frustrating project as she has been for me.

Things happened between us in this very salon. She shows up at closing drunk and upset. What do I do?

I strike.

I would never take advantage of an impaired woman but she gave me every sign that she wanted to play.

I’ve had mad desire for Kita for a long time. I’ve wanted her and so many of the other girls that come in here for a long time.

But most disappear, or move away, or on with their lives. But if a young lithe gazelle lies down right in front of the lion, I will take down my quarry.

I think based on our conversation before any of this sexual activity happened she started to realize my value.

I think for a very long time Kita didn’t get it.

She probably still doesn’t. You can’t learn your life lessons in a couple of weeks. It can take years.

But I saw opportunity and I took it. Things have been complicated with Cherie and me for a while now and maybe I was just acting out, because I really wanted that positive energy with Cherie.

Who am I kidding? I’m bored with Cherie, her absence and problems. Kita is a hot little baby and I wanted her so bad before this happened.

Which brings us to tonight.

I broke Rule #3 at the salon. (A rule I created 2 years ago.) “You’re available, but not available.” Which means, you can be single but you can’t date the clients. If it goes badly we lose a client because of my dalliances. I get it. It’s a good rule. Never dip your pen in the company’s ink. I learned that back in the 80’s early on my banking career.

But it happened.

I loved all of it.

I’m bad.

Did I screw up a young girl’s mind after all of the trust I had built over the last year?

Why did I do this?

I wanted her so bad. Even though Kita’s a foolish young girl, I had great desire for her sexually. Even from the start. All of the food, gifts, treats, and dates. It was all me just courting her. I thought I was trying to show her how these loser boys should be treating her. That she had value and how she should be treated. But that was only half of who I am. That part was true. I love romance. I’m sooo good at it. Better than most men. But that may make me worse than other men. I’m more cunning than most men. I write a dating and relationship blog. I’m really good at this.

Did I use my cunning to fuck Kita?

Unlike most men, I’m complex and patient. We all want the same thing but only the rare few can play it so that we get what we want by being the one thing that most men lack.

Patience.

I’m the snake whose tail looks like it’s head. The prey is watching the tail thinking it’s the head, until they feel the steel jaws snap shut on their throats in final ecstasy.

I think all the while being kind to Kita, and giving her fatherly guidance, I was grooming her to be mine.

That’s a double-edged sword that I’ve been yielding to my own advantage and it met my end goal.

What if she’s simply too ashamed to ever come here again? What if she says something to somebody? What if she tells her mom or even worse, her dad. The entire company will come for me.

Nah… that’s not going to happen, right?

Do I feel guilty?

Not really, because the encounters have been sooooo good.

I have to be honest about all of this. She’s an adult and she came here and did act provocative to me on both occasions.

I don’t want to stand here and justify the situation. It is what it is. I learned a long time ago that you shouldn’t feel guilty about the past because you can’t change it. It’s already done and gone. Even if only the memory remains.

She won’t say anything to my partner Achilles. (See: Achilles – The Bronze God)  No, that wouldn’t be possible. It’s just me being paranoid.

I hope she isn’t feeling too ashamed about it all.

She appeared to really enjoy it. When she left she was giggling and talking about her spray tan. (Even if her cute legs were a little wobbly when she left)

I can’t think about this.

But I am.

I steady myself and think about how incredible it was to fuck Kita like an animal after all of this courting and nonsense. The dopamine courses through my mind and washes away the fear of any retribution. The pure exhilaration of running down my prey and having her.

I want her again.

But it may never happen, because after tonight I may have destroyed that.

I’ll just carry on like it never happened. Like every other thing in my life I’ve wronged.

I don’t even know if she got back to her apartment okay.

That alarms me for a moment, but I quickly let it go.

Well… we’ll see what the coming days bring. Kita could vanish from my life and this salon for all the right reasons and I’d be fine with that.

Because what begins… ends. Everything in this world has an expiration date on it.

 

I hit the lights and lock up the salon.

I walk south on 16th street and enjoy the cool night air.

I lean into the memories of what happened with sweet little Kita tonight and smile.

 

Did I forget to punch out?

 

 

 

Kita – Chapter 50 – Double Dip – Part 3

Warning! This is a NSFW post. This is a dating blog but this story needs to be told exactly how it happened.

It’s time to claim what’s mine.

This chapter is NSFW. If you want to read this story, you’ll have to click on the link below.

You’ve been warned.

 

https://lapetitemort17.wordpress.com/?p=404

 

 

Kita – Chapter 49 – Double Dip – Part 2

Normally, Kita pops in and chats with me and we talk about tanning and how she never feels like she’s dark enough like she was when she was in Florida. I guess she started college down there and now has transferred up here to Drexel to major in hospitality management. She’s always trying different beds and trying different ways to get darker. It’s as if she doesn’t think she’s pretty without a dark tan. She’s usually wearing athletic gear because she works out every day. It shows because she is one of the most fit girls that comes in here. Her legs are amazing and I can’t help but talk to her about how dark they are just so we can talk about her legs and I can look at them.

It’s all on the up and up and I’m always professional at the salon but these conversations are real because of what we do.

So the other night I’m locking up and she’s running up the steps. Of course I’m going to let this little honey step over the line and let her tan. I like her and she’s cute. That’s the criteria in this case. But then I notice something else.

She’s visibly drunk or on drugs. I do smell a little alcohol but it isn’t overpowering. She also seems upset.

“Sorry, are you closed, Charles? she slurs.

“Um, no you’re fine Kita. I still have a bunch of towels to fold.”

“Oh good!” She hugs me.

“You okay?”

“I guess so. (slurring)

She’s wearing a black sleeveless shirt and a grey skirt and flats. I’ve never seen her dressed like this before so she must have been out somewhere. She may be a little banged up, but she looks adorable.

“What are we doing today, Kita?”

As I say this I lock the doors to the salon. We’re officially closed.

“I want that thing where I do a spray tan and then I do UV! How’s that work?”

“Okay, normally the client goes into the spray booth, does a session and then hops into a stand up UV unit to bake it on for however long they want.”

I don’t like stand up because it doesn’t have the face tanners and I need that.”

“Well you can’t do a lay down bed after a spray because you have to stay dry for 6 hours after a spray to let it develop and set. If you sweat in the lay down unit it’ll run and streak, and you’ll look horrible.

She’s blinking and looking drunk. “You said a lot of words.”

“You okay, sweetie?”

“This guy I’ve been dating has been cheating on me with one of my friends. Other people knew and nobody told me. They’re all laughing behind my back.”

She starts to cry and falls into my arms. I feel so bad for her. That’s so humiliating. I feel her small breasts heaving against my diaphragm because she’s so petite. I literally have to lean over to hug the poor thing. Her hair smells like lilac.

“What’s wrong with me?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Kita. Sometimes people are just shitty. I’m so sorry that happened to you.”

She looks up me and half smiles drunkenly. She has already told me she has the Asian glow and can’t drink. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“You’re one of the prettiest girls that comes in here.” Wiping the tear from her cheek with my thumb. (For once I actually mean that. Not a bold-faced lie!)

“What if I do the lay down in room one first, and then go do a spray?” (slurring)

“You can do that as long as your skin is dry when you go to spray.”

“I wanna do that.” She reaches in her bag and pulls out a half pint of Jägermeister. She looks at me and cocks her eye. “Do you mind? I’m sad.”

“By all means.”

She takes a swig and then holds the bottle out to me. I haven’t drank Jager in over ten years. I tell people if they ever see me drinking Jager, put me in a taxi and send me home immediately. Because if I’ve gotten to the point in the night where I think it’s a good idea to drink Jägermeister, then the rest of the night is not going to get any better.

But I’m sober and I don’t really want to drink Jager, but I’m going to, just to place my lips to the bottle that just touched Kita’s hot little mouth.

I hit it.

I thank her and hand it back to her. She smiles.

“You have to show me how to do a spray tan cause I never did one.”

“Okay. Here’s what we’ll do. You’ll tan for the full ten minutes in bed number two, and then you can go back to room eight for a spray tan. Let’s do level two clear coat because it’s your first time.”

Takes another pull on the bottle. “Sounds good.” (more slurring)

“Do you want me to get you a robe? This way when you’re finished tanning you don’t have to get dressed, you just put the robe on and head back to room eight for the spray.”

“Will you show me what to do when I spray?”

“Yea. I’ll show you where the lotion goes and all the poses to do when you get in the spray booth.”

“Okay. Great! Can I go in room two now?”

I run and grab her the tiny robe from the spray booth room.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks! See ya soon!”

She closes the doors and I can hear her disrobing. I go back to folding the towels. I don’t think she’ll fall asleep in there due to the fact that the sunbed she’s in has an aqua misting feature that happens every three minutes. So that should keep her awake.

The ten minute session rolls along. It feels like a lifetime when the salon is technically closed but you still have one line stepper in the bed tanning.

The session ends and the doors open. Kita steps out wearing the little blue robe with white polka dots. So cute.

“Looks like it was made for you!”

“It’s a little short.” she says, instinctively tugging on the hem.

“You’ve got great legs.”

“You’re always talking about my legs.” (Takes another swig of the Jager)

“They’re perfect, honey. They’re perfectly balanced in every way. Thighs, knees and calves and overall shape are in perfect balance. I’m a leg man Kita. You truly are a lovely girl. I’m sorry this happened to you.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes. You’re a really fit girl.”

“How come and I can’t keep a boyfriend?”

“People just suck sometimes and I’m sorry this happened to you, dear. You’ll be okay. Just surround yourself with good people and you’ll get through it. We’ve all been there. I’ve been shredded by worse. Please believe me… it gets better.”

“You’re such a good man. I know from our conversations you’re a good dad. We traveled a lot and I was never close to my dad but I wish we had been. He was a great provider but not around a lot.”

Kita takes another swig and I can see she’s going through a lot of feelings. She shouldn’t be drinking this much Jager.

“Okay, what do we do now for my spray tan? I wanna be dark.”

“Let’s do a level two clear coat. You have to stay dry for six hours after, but you’ll start to see it develop in two. But go the full six and it’ll look great. You’ve tanned and the spray will make you look amazing by tomorrow. I guarantee it.

“Okay show me how to do it.”

 

Tune in tomorrow for the bone jarring conclusion!

 

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Kita – Chapter 48 – Double Dip – Part 1

The events I’m about to tell you may shock some of you. All of this normal stuff makes what happened all the more bizarre.

I was working at the salon the other night and was about to close up. Normally, we try to enforce the final tanning session to be at 7:50 because we close at 8pm. But occasionally  we get these weasels trying to get in here at closing and say things like, “oh are you closing?” Like they don’t know what kind of nonsense they’re trying to pull. As if the rules don’t apply to these assholes. People like that are so obnoxious. They can’t get their clock or calendar together and are probably lousy employees where they work. “Oh, this is in late?” “Oh, sorry I was in traffic. Did the meeting start already?”

I live and die by the clock and pride myself on always punctual and respectful of other people’s time.

But there have been customers we like that blaze in here at closing and because they’ve built a solid report with us, we let it slide. There’s this one guy especially that comes in sweating and panting because he ran all the way here. He’s charming and nice and refers all of his friends here. He’s also tipped me on half a dozen occasions for being late or just for no reason at all. Money talks if you’re stepping over the line. One night he tipped me $10 just because he came in late. I told him he could come in at closing every night if that was what I was going to get. I locked the door and cranked up the music to the type of music he likes.

So it depends. But normally we’re annoyed if some asshole rolls in at closing while we’re mopping and just trying to get out of here and on with our lives.

So I’m wrapping it up one night and it’s like five of eight. We’re done. I’m locking the door and little Kita is running up the steps.

I remember when she first came into the salon. She’s a tiny cute Asian girl. She has dyed her hair blonde and it looks terrific. She has a sweet face and a slamming athletic lean body. She loves to go tanning and always wants to get really dark. I don’t understand that but she’s so cute I don’t care if she turns black.

I think I’ve always had a thing for Asian women. There’s something about their beauty and manners. They’re mostly all petite and fit and always have a great sense of fashion. I mean, I love all races of women, but I think my favorite could be Asian women.

Tune in tomorrow for the next chapter!

 

 

 

 

Kita – Chapter 44 – You’re No Longer My Number One – Part 1

Kita flew back from Florida yesterday. Her flight landed in Philly yesterday night. She texts me that day to say she’s coming in to tan today. I didn’t respond because I’m pissed at her absolute neglect of me while away for a month in Florida. I know I’m just acting like a spoiled brat but I don’t like feeling neglected. But I know I’ve brought all of this on myself. As my mother would always say: “Your own rod licks you the hardest.”

Let’s recap:

I meet her. I fall for her because she’s young, cute, Asian, has a great tan, and sweet legs. All the wrong reasons to fall for someone. But hey, phicklephilly was built on bad decisions.

I get to know her and she’s pretty boring. She has no compass when it comes to navigating romantic entanglements. I give her oceans of advice and she’s still a foolish little girl. But she’s lived a sheltered life in affluence and is only 21 years old.

Whenever I went to Wawa I’d pick up an extra banana for her. That’s when it started. Then it was the cereal bars I’d keep at the salon for her. Then, the full on gourmet bag of snack mix because I know she loves snacks. I want to keep it going so I go on Amazon and buy a case of those snacks for her. (Half a dozen bags)

I give her free water when she’s in the salon and her bottle’s empty. I bought her pepper spray to help keep her safe in the city. I gave her a $45 lotion for free. I take her out to dinner and gelato at Gran Caffe L’Aquilla. I take her out to a special little Christmas lunch before she left for Florida. I gave her a nice bag of dark chocolate covered pretzels as a little Christmas going away present.

That’s a lot. I’ve gotten nothing in return. (Well I did get some sweet kisses and some adult feels so there’s that.) I get radio silence for a month while she’s lounging on a beach in the Florida Keys. Then she has the nerve to come right back in here to tan the day after she arrives and comes in when I’m NOT here?

I’m pissed!

But, like I said before, this is all my doing. She’s so young. I mean what was I even thinking?

Kita’s a sweet lost little girl who I’ve had the honor of spending time with as a 55-year-old man. She’s 21! What are the chances an old guy like me getting to have dinner with a sweet little baby like her? My life is beautiful. Most men my age would kill to do what I do.

It’s nice. I’m honored after all of my sinning I get to just have dinner with a pretty young lady. I have a girlfriend, but it’s complicated. We’re fine, and I’m dedicated to her but I love eating gelato with all of these other girls.

But there’s nothing happening.

What man wouldn’t want this? You have a girlfriend that’s a sex machine, who comes to your bed once a month and rocks your world. You love her as a person and the sex is fire, but you don’t get to see her all of the time due to her commitments. Her education. Her son. Her job at children’s hospital, her car in the shop. And whatever horrible responsibilities she has that she hides from you being a single mom who’s black and living in Pottstown.

It’s the perfect relationship for me. A girl who adores me, and is amazing in the saddle but is almost never around.

I love it.

I talked to my neighbor Trish (See: Trish – The She Wolf) about Kita and her neglect of me and she said we as artists do the same thing. We get really mad at those that neglect us because we’re so sensitive.

But I told her being sensitive is what makes us artists in the first place. The deep, hard feelings makes us absorb it more than other people, and we remember it and can create. She agrees. We have a sweet moment. She’s sitting on the floor of my apartment smoking pot, but all good.

 

 

Kita – Chapter 41 – While You’re Away – Part 2

So she and JR breakup and it’s a bitter mess. Bitch JR immediately starts posting pics of himself with another girl, which is just a knee jerk reaction to loss and revenge to your ex.

Kita gets an Instagram message from loser Steve, (Who is sadly from the same neighborhood as loser JR and they all know each other. You can see the jealously shit storm coming) and she starts seeing Steve.

Steve is an aloof motor head that has zero experience with women so this whole rebound is basically a steel ball bouncing off a bumper in a pinball machine and deflecting off to something else. (Cool thing is… I’m “Extra Ball” AND “Free Game!”)

I’m just the big old lion catching some shade during this whole party. I assess the situation and listen to poor Kita during her sad plight. I’m there for her. I listen and offer advice that’s of real value. I have to repeat it to her several times because baby just doesn’t understand men.

The entire time this is happening as this poor girl struggles with the rudders of love, I ply her with delicious, trail mix, (which she loves!), crackers, granola bars, bananas, and free special tanning lotions.

I take her out to dinner. It’s exquisite. She loves it. You’ve already read about it. I took her out to a really nice xmas lunch and she adored that too.

So let’s sum up…

Met her and had desire but no idea of anything. Just an adorable object of pure phicklephily, waitress desire. Get to know her. Great conversation. (All me) Advice. More snacks. (Baby loves snacks. I used to ply ex GF Michelle with fruit and snacks!) Pepper spray to protect baby. Special snacks. Dinner. Special tanning lotion. Xmas lunch.

So here we are. Kita’s had young love infatuation and loss. No sex. JR for 3 years a basic joke but got her little V card punched. Done. then rebound into moody loser, Steve.

I love irony. I’ve done stand up comedy in New York, Stockton State College, and the Laff House in Philly. I’ve been funny my whole life. I’ve suffered so much, that’s how comics deal with their loss and tragedy. They laugh at it.

That’s the only tools we have to deal with our tortured pain and suffering at the hands of others.

That’s a real thing that shapes who we are and makes us who we are, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s how the meek heal.

But there are several elements in play here. The irony here is quite obvious.

Lovely Kita is desperate to have love in her life. That’s completely normal. To love and be love is a fundamental need in humans. She felt that she had love for awhile with JR. That failed. Love fails more than it succeeds. That’s why it’s so elusive, rare and wonderful. She rebounds off JR in searing pain and falls into the arms of wrong guy/neighbor of JR, Steve. JR sees this on social media and pushes forward quickly with his rebound whoever chick he’s currently seen in his instagram pics “having an amazing time.” Kita goes into a tizzy and tries to make it work like I did with insane Kylie after Annabelle and it’s never a match.

But there is a monument standing before this pretty young thing. Unfortunately, she can’t see it.

It’s a gentleman.

A father.

A man.

He’s embraced her. He’s listened to her. He’s taken the time to learn about her. To spend hours with her. Teach her. Guide her. Care for her.

Listen to her for hours.

Given her delicious snacks she loves. Taken her out to dinner. Give her minty gum. Spend hours helping her with her life challenges. Learning about her. Really getting to know her. Buying her pepper spray to protect herself. More delicious snacks! Taking her out to a nice lunch at an upscale restaurant.

She’s so sweet and beautiful to me. I love Kita. I have no idea where this is going. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. I feel like we’re on the edge of something. But the odd things is… Kita will be gone for a month and I’ll get a break from writing about her.

I have to say this…. (Here’s the purpose of this post)

The snacks, the talk, the gifts and the dates. I’ve built the model of what it should like to date this pretty sweet girl. That’s what i’m good at. Kita doesn’t see it but I’m going to play this out to see where it goes. I’m showing this little fool what dating should look like!

I’m showing you Kita what a courtship looks like.

This is what romance and life look like.

I’m painting the picture for you and you don’t even see it. I see it as a challenge. I may not win. But at my age I just enjoy your company. A sweet 21 year old girl with a 55 year old man that you continue to spend time with. I’m really enjoying my time with you. I have a girlfriend that adores me, and several other women that I spend time with. I love to be alone, but I can always pull the talent for any event I want.

Kita, you’re a special project for me. You can’t see it but I’m grooming you to be mine. I can’t help it. It’s just something I do. But I do love you in this moment.

When things are fresh and new.

I’m a simple man that’s happy now with my simple life. It almost seems odd to me that so many butterflies get caught in the net of my fatal charm.

I hope my ex-grifriends don’t read this and think less of me.

Kita’ll be in Florida for a month….

I’m going to miss her.

I hope she texts me.

if nothing goes wrong I’m going to hire her to work at the salon.

I hope I can write something about my girlfriend Cherie soon instead of this little doll.

 

I’ve been writing this blog for two years…. I appreciate those that have hung in for the Philly part of all of my stories, but sometimes I think the Phickle will be my undoing.

 

 

Kita – Chapter 40 – While You’re Away – Part 1

Kita… When I first met you I liked you immediately. I can’t put my finger on it.

Actually I can put all of my fingers on it. You were sweet, nice and a lovely young girl. Asian. Loves to go tanning, a flash of blonde hair over your dark roots that actually creates a halo of gold around your lovely head.

I started writing about you before I knew you. I never do that. I only write about real encounters but I knew very little about you. But meeting you was an inspiration. I don’t know why. You never know when the spark will come but it feels so good when it does. There’s certainly nothing special about your persona.

You’re cute, fit and tan. You and your sister were adopted from China by a couple of Americans and they’re powerful people. That’s pretty cool and I’ve done my research and they’re a couple of high up important people. So that anybody that gets to know you will have to understand that protocol.

But quite magically I had the honor to get to know you. A lucky girl snatched from an orphanage in China by a great couple that maybe couldn’t have kids. It’s almost on a Brad Pitt and Angelelina Jolie rescue.  You and your sisters are lucky girls.

Lottery lucky.

I had the pleasure of getting to know you. What are the chances? A middle-aged man who writes a dating blog for Philadelphia about all of his dating foibles and relationships. You transplant from Florida and attend a university for hospitality management . Nothing extraordinary about that.

But you love to be tan. There’s only a handful of you that’re really addicted. It’s okay. Sunlight is what we deliver here at the salon, and I’m one of the best salesmen in the city. So if you want results you’ve come to the right place.

But I had the chance to actually get to know you. You’re 21 years old. A child. Not like my former co-worker, Summer. She has so much experience when it comes to life, boys and social, but you’ve been sheltered.

Not in a bad way, but in a way that’s been detrimental to your development when it comes to navigating the world of romance and relationships.

You like to hang around the salon and chat with the old lion that’s fought so many battles in regard to love. Not all battles, but maybe some wrestling matches.

I give you advice and wisdom my lithe gazelle. I know so much about your family now. I’m good at reading people and profiling personalities over time. Your story is textbook, darling.

A dad who’s job is so important he’s not around. I like him and admire what he’s done for our nation. Mom is the same but retired. Dad kinda knows his kids but is busy and good with opening the wallet. Mom is a little more loose with words and questions but a little tighter with money and budget.

It’s a nice balance and I think you have a nice family. I have that too and it all makes me smile.

But you and your lovely sis went to private school for girls. That’s no boys. You gotta know boys unfortunately and make mistakes with boys to navigate the world of woman adulthood.

You chicks missed that.

You had the one guy somewhere around 16 and he broke your heart. That should be nothing and you move on to the next hottie.

But you couldn’t eat and had some real depression. Totally normal. That’s what pain, depression and sadness is. Depression and sadness is like an illness you’re born with and gets worse during events.  Your mom gave you meds to combat your sadness.

Mistake.

Sick kids need to suffer and get well with the tools they have and the people around them. You don’t stuff pills down a child’s throat to shut off the feelings of illness. The child or the adult needs to feel the searing pain of sadness and loss and eventually heal on their own. (Surrounded by family and friends)

But nobody has the patience to console and wait anymore. They give you a pill to get you in line.

You’re killing the child’s development. You think You’re doing the right thing and saving your child, but you’re ruining their development and their future coping skills. I know you didn’t mean it, and were trying to help your child… the adopted child that’s not your blood but you fucked up.

She needs to be sick and sad. She needs to heal in a natural way that’ll make her evolve and be strong. She’ll be a better stronger woman on the other side.

Fuck sake… no drugs!

Then Kita gets with some other white boy romance loser. He sends out his best representative to get in her sweet pants. Who knows, maybe he liked her, maybe he thought he loved her, but after a few years he grew tired of her.  People change… they grow.

Maybe he’s and asshole. I don’t know. But JR basically fazed Kita out. Terrible, but I get it. He may have grown tired of the super tanned, needy, Asian chick he closed on some passionate, sweaty night.

His family didn’t like her and her family thought she was trading down into some lowlife Delaware county trash. Because her family is rich and powerful.

After 3 years JR’s had enough. He wants to drink, drug, and kiss some other babies. Kita has zero experience, doesn’t drink, isn’t all that interesting, and kind of isn’t fun for him. He wants the hot bitches in the club. Kita is a scheduled, nice, conservative, needy, very communicative young girl that could be viewed as a burden to a young man.

So after some time he tires of her. I don’t see that in this moment because she’s a 21 year old gorgeous Asian, fit baby, but it happens.

I was once at a wedding with my brother in law and he asked who a specific girl was.

I told him it was the bride’s hairdresser.

He said: ” She’s hot. But somebody’s tired of that.”

I never forgot that simple wisdom.

 

 

 

Kita – Chapter 38 – Second Date – Xmas – Part 2

Somehow the subject of sugar babies comes up. I may have been talking about a couple of girls I have spoken to in the salon and they’ve told me about their exploits. I obviously don’t speak graphically about it. It just sort of came up. She finds the idea of girls doing that revolting and has too much self esteem and virtue. She said she could never do that.

(Isn’t that sort of happening between us???)

We start chatting about how excited she is to go to Florida for the winter break. She loves the warmth of the temperature down there. She misses her dog and can’t wait to drive around in her Jeep. She tells me she’ll probably just rest, workout, try to eat better, walk her dog, and cruise around in her jeep. She misses driving!

Best part is, she won’t have to do any studying, write any papers, or go to any classes. Just fun in the sun. She’ll probably be as brown as a penny when she comes back to Philly in a month.

Funny thing is, I don’t hear about anything else. I know she likes tanning and getting dark. I know she likes to eat and digs snacks. She says her mom loves snacks too. Her mother once went looking for snacks in Kita’s room and discovered some condoms. I love the idea of Kita having condoms. (Just suiting up with a condom before plunging into her.)

But I digress…

She works out everyday. I guess what I’m saying here is, Kita is going to do exactly what she does up here as she’ll do down there. I didn’t hear anything about friends or going out or anything.

I think our lovely little Kita may be a bit of a bore. I think I see how a man could tire of her once he’s had sex with her. What do you do with her? She’s very indecisive, needy, confused, sober, etc. Not very fun.

But here’s the thing. I’m attracted to her. I’ve never had her. I want her. She’s adorable and spends time with me. That’s pretty nice for me.

I’ll just keep writing about her until I figure it all out.

 

Near the end of the meal I ask her a question.

“Kita, I like you and enjoy your company. I appreciate you joining me for lunch today. I’d like to meet up with you and see you outside of the salon again. It can be food or we can go to Dave & Busters like we talked about that. I’d like us to do that on a regular basis. Would you like that?”

“Yes. Yes, we can definitely do that. I’d like that.”

That’s all I needed.

The bill comes, and of course I’m delighted to pay. She loved her Salmon salad, and polished off the last of the mac and cheese I got for us to split. I liked when she picked up the spoon and dug the last dollop out of the bowl and put it in her sweet mouth.

 

She’s summoning her UBER and it’s rapidly approaching. We get ourselves together and head outside into the winter afternoon sunlight. She has to go write a paper for her finals, and I have to get to the salon.

“Oh it’s here! Gimme a kiss!”

I take her lovely visage in my hands and peck her plump lips, and she’s off.

I start walking east on JFK Blvd. and light a cigarette. I reflect on the day and my relationship with Kita.

I buy special snacks and fruit for her. I always have a little something there for her to munch on. I give her free water to fill up her water bottle. I took her out to a posh dinner. I bought her a special bronzing lotion to better tan her. I bought her pepper spray and showed her how to use it to help keep her safe in the city. Now I’ve taken her out to lunch and discussing future dates and activities for us to do together.

 

Oh my God.

 

Kita is my sugarbaby!

 

 

 

 

Kita – Chapter 37 – Second Date – Xmas – Part 1

“Is there a time between now and when you leave for Florida that I can see you outside of this salon for lunch or dinner?”

“Open your calendar.”

“Is there a time between now and when you leave for Florida that I can see you outside of this salon for lunch or dinner?”

“Open your calendar.”

So it was on for my 2nd date with Kita. I set it up at one of my go to lunch spots and headed over there.

Misconduct is a nautical themed sports bar. I arrived a half an hour early so I could chat with my friend Mary the hostess. (See: Mary – Unexpected Table for Two) Unfortunately because business was slow they cut her early. The place was dead which I like but of course some idiot was responsible for playing the music too loud in the restaurant. That happens more than less and Mary and I both hate it. Why would you crank the music up during lunch when there are business people there and then be stupid enough to leave it at that level when the place is nearly empty?

I mentioned it to my server and she didn’t seem thrilled about asking whoever controls the volume to turn that shit down. If it weren’t for Mary and the great food there I’d boycott that place. She either didn’t make the request or the person ignored it because the music stayed at the same level the entire time I was there. But… I’ll let that go and we’ll go forward.

At least I’m at my favorite table, #12. It’s a high top by the front windows and close to the hostess and service area. It’s also the quietest spot in the restaurant.

I get a text from Kita.

“On my way!”

“You’re the best.”

“I’m in an Uber pool so I’ll be there soon.”

Uber Pool takes a little longer because they usually have a couple of people in the car and the driver has to drop them all off at their destinations.

I see her come in the door and I walk from the table to greet her. She looks so cute in her puffy winter coat. She gives me a big hug. Her hair smells delicious.

We sit and the server brings her a water. I already know what I want. I get the same thing every time I go there. Chicken tenders with dipping sauce, and a small bowl of mac and cheese with a side of sriracha to share.

I notice that it seems to take little Kita an exorbitant amount of time to decide what she wants to eat. It’s cute now to watch her struggle with all the choices on the menu. But I’m sure that shit would get super annoying if I were in a relationship with her. You know, you get to the restaurant, you’re hungry, she’s running late. You already know what you want and she’s taking forever to decide between a salad or a sandwich.

I’m just saying… I’ve been at this awhile.

So Kita can’t make up her mind and actually sends the server away twice. The music volume hasn’t been lowered, and now I see our waitress sitting across the room at one of the tables against the wall and is eating.

This server sucks, but I get it. We’re her only customer, she probably put her food order in because it’s dead now and she can actually finally get something to eat before happy hour when the place is cranking in here. But because Kita can’t make up her mind, she probably is like, “fuck her I’m going to eat.”

So when Kita finally knows what she wants the server lets us rot for awhile. I really wanted to thrash her in a bad Yelp review, but this is my last little Christmas lunch date for awhile with this cute baby. So I can’t really get upset, because I’m just stupid happy to look across the table and see who came all the way down here into the city to have lunch with ME!

Kita is young, fit and beautiful. She can have lunch with any guy she wants. But I asked, and she’s sitting here with me and I adore her.

The server finally drags herself back to our table and thankfully, Kita is ready. We order and then settle back into warm conversation. We talk about the holidays, our families. She tells me her Dad is such a high ranking official in the company he works for she’s doesn’t really know what he does. But she shows me some pics on her phone of her dad and mom flying in what appears to be a small jet. They’re sitting in what almost appear to be big plush chairs you’d have in your living room.

“Is that a Gulf Stream?”

“Yea. That’s how my dad gets around. in a Lear Jet.”

“Holy crap! I can’t top that with anything. That’s so cool. Did you or your sister every get to fly on it?”

“No. But if my dad was in Philly and was headed back to Florida, I would most definitely fly on it with him. But I can’t fly on it by myself because that would be a waste of the taxpayers dollars.”

“Speaking of that, what do you think of our current administration?”

“I can’t speak on that because my father has to embrace the President because of his position at his job. That’s all of his buddies in there. He hangs out with a lot of those guys in Washington.”

“Wow. That’s interesting.” I decide to veer away from that subject.

We’re talking about tanning and the salon, and I don’t know how but we chat about some of the interesting characters that come through on a daily basis. She spends so much time there with me, she’s even met a few of them. She has a good memory, is organized, and very bright. She just lacks experience.

That will come, and I can help.