Dinner?

Arthur if I wanted to hear an asshole lie I'd have farted. OK, so that doesn't make much sense, but it's late and my Giants lost so I'm going with it. Fuck Arthur Kadyshes and all his bullshit lying. More stupidity and lies from Arthur Kadyshes...

This was a weekend of getting an amazing look into the minds of different girls from different age ranges, and different social classes, and how they all react to the celebrity that is Arthur Kade. When I was doing my “Kade Style, Sinatra Style” domination of life through my 20’s, Pre-Brand, I could sleep with any girl I wanted and I did. It was as simple as being at a bar, saying, “Grab a shot with me?”, and 4 hours later we were somewhere having amazing sex with no expectations (Girls would see my ripped body, they know I was making sick coin, and they wanted to date the hottest bachelor the city had to offer), and after 2 weeks, if the sex was good enough, then I might keep her around a little longer, and if she brought other girls into the situation, then it was a possible thought of dating. Girls back then had no problem with following this blueprint, and were not concerned about being taken seriously, and it just happened, and there was very little drama, very little thought, and sex was great because you acted as if it was always a “One Night Stand”.

While having a conversation with the various girls that all slept at my house throughout the weekend (I may change Chateau Kade to Hotel Kade because my after parties and sleepovers were just so “Kade-Style”, and my bed was the spot to be seen this weekend although at one point there was 4 people crammed in my bed which was a total cockblock because I was hoping to initiate a killer threesome as only The Brand can, but I couldn’t find a moment to really broach the subject so nothing happened, and I even told the girls, “This may be the first time that I have had 2 girls in a bed and not had sex with them ), girls were telling me that they “Want to be taken out to dinner before sleeping with a guy”, and I even had one girl out at G who said that she wouldn’t sleep with a guy unless he took her to dinner first. I laughed because why should I have to drop coin to feed someone when we should just go drink at the Chateau (My nickname for the crib) and I thought to myself “Arthur Kade doesn’t do dinner”, and I said, “Dinner is sooo 2006″, and I just thought to myself even further, “When did having to spend $150 on a girl qualify as what it took to get into their pants?” When did hot girls become jaded and want a meal before sex, when shots and drinks used to be more than enough in my 20’s? And it’s even worse now that I am becoming an “A-List” Mainstream Celebrity and actor, and girls want to lock The Brand up (It’s so funny to see girls who are fans and Kade Nation and how they react to me like a god, and I wonder how many girls have Arthur Kade as one of their “Star Fucks” that their boyfriend would let them cheat with)

The problem is that girls in my heydey were all about what clubs you got them into, what drugs you did with them, and what bouncers you knew, and since I am one of the premiere socialites in Philadelphia history (One friend told me last night that her friend called her from DC ((I have a HUGE fan base there)) after seeing her on my blog, and called me “The new Tucker Max”, and I joked back “My movies will gross a whole lot more than 3 million in 3 weeks. I expect them to make that that in the first hour of a release”), I used my status and popularity to close every hot girl in the city. Now girls are all over me since the mainstream crossover of “The Journey”, I have a revolutionary and groundbreaking Number 1 TV show in “Deving” (Short for development) with “Entertainment Powerhouse” IMG Media, another announcement which is as big coming shortly, a budding award winning acting career, and look amazing to where one girl said last night, “I hate to admit it, but you are the hottest guy in Philly”, but once they make out or play with me without having full blown sex, they want the dinner thing to happen, and I’m just not about it.

I am really having trouble wrapping my mind around this dinner thing because I refuse to spend 2 hours in a job interview environment talking about stuff that I don’t care about when the whole time all guys think about as Vince Vaughn said, “Are we gonna get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions”, and with The Drought having hit 8 months, and having gone 8 for 8 the last 3 weeks in hooking up with girls and not having penal insertion, it is really testing my patience that I may have to bend over and maybe compromise my values to do this “Dinner thing”. In the meantime, I have an enormous West Coast interview in the morning which will continue to build my international fan base out West, have to check to see if the producers of the potential pilot I am a Gay Doctor in have finished up a shooting schedule for The Talent, apply for some high level acting jobs, get ready for my last Lemon class this Weds, and register for some new advanced classes in NYC, and all after hanging out at G and Recess With Bill Bellamy and his crew in VIP areas.

“When people ask me what I do for a living I tell them, “”I’m Arthur Kade”"”…Arthur Kade…10/18/09

Here is the first official unedited Guest Blog written from the participants of Friday night’s festivities about our wonderfully disappointing night together:

Hey everyone Arthur Kade just so happens to be too hungover to blog this morning so this will be the first official guest blogging session of the “Kade-Style” blog. We are double trouble and we are officially reporting last night’s festivities from the AK pad. The night started when we bumped into our frenemie for the rockstar party at the playground. He was mingling with local celeb’s such as us and shamelessly self-promoting as usual. The event itself was O.O.C. BANANAS (in case you missed it) and led to many shots to say the least. So many shots that he was able to convince us that the after-party was at his place (according to him he is always hosting the hottest afterparty) consisting of himself only. At four o’clock we were offered the essentials to end the night, a grey goose drink and a huge plate of pizza-bites (we made 2 plates while one of us raided the fridge). Arthur gentlemanly offered the bed to us girls, but slyly found his way under the covers, he would have liked to have a 3 some but he was sadly disappointed to learn that this would NOT be on the agenda and we were more interested in sleeping. So no, the draught is not over. This morning he was scratching his head trying to figure out how he slept with 2 girls and didn’t get any…. oh well, better luck next time Arthur.