12 Things About Chris Pardal



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12 things you probably didn’t know about Chris Pardal

Chris_Pardal14_300dpi1. I believed in Santa until a late age… a teacher told me he wasn’t real.

2. I hate eating w/ thin utensils. It’s uncomfortable between my fingers.

3. I was a male revue dancer (92 – 95) for the same group that Channing Tatum would dance for a few years later.

4. I was going to be named Nick (Nicholas) right up until the day I was born – then they decided on Christopher. A lot of my family called me Nicholas for the first few months of my life.

5. I don’t like being called “Christopher” at all – only by certain people. The flip side is that I don’t like being called “Chris” by my parents, sisters or most family members – that sounds EXTREMELY weird to me.

6. I survived a kidnap attempt when I was on vacation in Florida when I was 11 or 12. We were in downtown St. Pete at the park (not as nice as now) and I got lost from my family… I was a cute kid.

7. My mom & sister love to tell this story… I learned to walk at an early age and before I was a year old this happened: My mother was cleaning the kitchen and her neighbor came to the door and had me in her arms. My mom freaked out because apparently I had unlatched my crib and climbed out of it. I pushed a chair against the front door, climbed up and unlocked it. I walked down two flights of stairs, out the front door of the apartment building and I was a quarter mile down the street when the neighbor saw me and brought me home. Yes, I said that this happened before I was one. Here’s the kicker – neither my mom (nor anyone) knew that I could walk.

8. I was hit by a car driven by an undercover cop when I was in vacation in Florida when I was 14 years old. It was 30th Ave and 20th St. North and clearly his fault. I had tar in my eyes and my face was so badly scraped that the doctor told my family that the scars would be permanent. Suing was the last thing my family was worried about and I ended up healing just fine. A few weeks later the city of St. Pete sent my grandparents a bill for the tire damage done to the undercover cop car. Apparently, they assumed we would sue and they preemptively counter-sued which is a smart, standard move on the city’s part. Needless to say, my family never paid that bill. An interesting side-note is that my parents were going through a divorce and my dad argued with my mom about letting me go to stay with my grandparents for 6 weeks in the summer. When I got hit by the car, my dad and grandparents felt that the smart thing to do would be to keep it a secret from my mom until I went back home a few weeks later. Well the day after I was hit by the car, my mother called my father and demanded to know what happened to me because she knew something was wrong. Why? She had a dream that she was driving and hit someone riding a bike with her car. True Story.

9. In February of 2005, I flipped my dad’s car 3 times and literally walked away fine.

10. Even though I’m an actor, I don’t really like movies or TV. If I DO like a movie, I’ll watch it a bunch of times but as far as being an avid movie watcher – I am not. I watch movies and TV to watch performances because it’s literally my job and an acting teacher told me that it’s a must. My favorite movies are love stories and tragic romance. Titanic, Somewhere In Time, Notebook, The Professional, Romeo & Juliet, Endless Love, etc.

11. I don’t watch sports and could give a rat’s ass about who’s playing or what the score is. I don’t care if other people around me are watching, I just don’t care…

12. I had a motorcycle accident in 2004 and broke my ribs and punctured my lung. They had to re-inflate it. I had severe road rash on my leg and the doctors said that the hair wouldn’t grow back and the scars would be permanent. I healed fine and the hair grew back… the tattoo is faded though.

– ©2017 Chris Pardal


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“I don’t miss you” – Chris Pardal

I don’t miss you…

…not at all. Not in the least.

I don’t even like you.

I don’t even think about you anymore…

……..I never really thought about you when we were hanging out together anyway.

I got over you easier than I did any other woman….

I don’t think about you kissing someone else….

Laughing with someone else.

Dancing with someone else……….

I don’t care if you laugh at me. It really never crosses my mind.

What do you want to hear?

That sometimes I do think about you?

Do you want to hear that I go to the fragrance counter in the mall and have your perfume sprayed on a card that I take home…..

Do you want to hear that I seal it in a bag with something that you used to wear that I’ve kept all these years…

Do you think that I do that so I can close my eyes and inhale deeply, your essence…..

……And that I open the bag ever so gently yet quickly seal it again so I can savor your scent… And so I don’t have to go back to the mall and get more…

Do you want to hear that I can’t even look at another woman the same way because all I do is try to measure her up to you and they never do.

You want me to tell you that your imperfections are more beautiful than all of their greatest attributes combined?


It’s not true, and I won’t say that.

I won’t say that I don’t even know if I can make love again, because how can I if she isn’t perfect like you.

I won’t say that I listen to your voice on my answering machine, or look at your pictures and just wish that I had another one chance….

another one second…..

to touch you….

……one more time.

I’m not going to tell you that I long for one last goodbye….

…while at least knowing that it is a goodbye…

…so I can relish the long kiss before you leave.

I don’t wonder every damn night if I ever cross your mind.

And I don’t wonder if you miss me.

Because I don’t miss you at all.

You never owned…

nor could you ever…..

…break my heart.

– ©2017 Chris Pardal

“What will tomorrow bring” – Chris Pardal

“What will tomorrow bring?” – Chris Pardal

Okay… So I’ll put it down on paper. My feelings. My heart.

And perhaps she may never read, or know of these words.

A little more than a week ago she tried oysters, steamed clams and lying in my arms for the first time.

Her phone kept ringing, and in my ear she whispered, “I shouldn’t be here”…

…And then she sank even closer into me.

It is so right that it feels wrong only in theory. Not in fantasy…

…She said that with me, she was in her fantasy world.

I want to tell all those I love, that I have finally found the girl that moves the blood in my veins like tidal waves driven by violent gusts of passionate tenderness.

Just to write these words which have been hidden in the blackest parts of my conscience, proves only that she is the luminescent entity of beauty that I have yearned for.

Fate would bring me into a room, sitting feet away from her, knowing that it was meant to be.

Her lips are small, and her smile magnificent, and when they touch mine, in the slow, gentle way that she likes to kiss, I would never speak another word and only use my lips to touch hers if given the choice.

Would she believe me if I told her that my eyes are beautiful only because they are but a reflection of what I see, as I gaze so closely into her chestnut eyes.

Her hair is thick and usually pulled back, and a little shorter up front and resting to the left…

…Left is the direction she turns when she closes her eyes, and places her hand over mouth… and thinks deeply.

I have made love to her, by the very definition of what making love is supposed to mean…

…I have given her my heart with every touch, kiss, caress, and slow dance.

I am not supposed to push her away.

I am supposed to hold her.

What will tomorrow bring???

– ©2017 Chris Pardal

“Poison” – Chris Pardal


When I inhale deeply, I swear I could still smell the essence of her poison.

The candles dance around me as I lie in bed, close my eyes, and remember her next to me inside me.

Touching my own hands as she did, sparks the memory so vivid that I can hear her softly breathing and sweetly chewing gum in my ear…

…her hands on my chest, the exhilarating vibrations.

The candle light surrounds my room so that I am now inside the candle itself.

I hide the truth behind I’m kiddings and a sense of humor when she’s around.

We danced perfectly flowing as if the motions were passionately choreographed by a matchmaker from heaven.

I want to taste her so bad, that I swear to God, I have the residue of her sweetness on my tongue.

Avoiding eye contact can protect me from revealing an honest souls truth.

The feeling. The desire. The yearning is there, but if it’s acknowledged, then shell have to push me away.

Feelings like this are but a few in each lifetime and sometimes never at all…

Her shoes next to my bed would mean that she would spend the night.

Even if a few stolen moments in each other’s arms are all I have, then I am truly blessed, for I will never know paradise the same way.

I was sent an angel as I had prayed for, but I fear that her wings hide the venomous point of a scorpion.

Yet if the angel falls, I would catch her, risking the deadly sting of her poison.


I love the smell of her poison.


– ©2017 Chris Pardal

“Matrix Love” – Chris Pardal

“Matrix Love” – Chris Pardal

I read you. Everything about you.

I want to reach through the screen and explode past the words that describe your pain. So I make a fist and I do..

I enter your world.

I find you inside crying, and alone.

Never will you feel this again. Not on my watch.

Vowels and consonants scattered violently all around us, fluttering to the ground.

The blown up words, now just orphaned letters, are black and the background white.

We are in color.

I hold you, and you hold me so fuckin tight. So tight

The black letters are still raining down around us. Millions of letters. Like a Matrix love story.

Our eyes lock. Our lips come together so slowly… slower… they touch.

I can feel every perfect imperfection on those luscious lips.

Every wrinkle on your lips tickles mine.

Your lips are so big that you can almost swallow mine with your kisses…

I want your lips to swallow mine. The paper thin skin makes them so red and swollen.

The letters have all fallen. We must have been kissing for hours..

The background is now a sunset beach.

And the letters have changed colors like autumn leaves.

In fact, they are leaves.

We smile at each other as we look around us at the fallen leaves covering almost all of the sand on this windy beach.

We smile because we have created this fictional place within our imagination.

Now, we are naked… I lay you on the autumn beach as the sun makes its brilliant orange curtain call.

Vanilla candles are blazing all around us.

We make love.



Waves softly crash.

I look in your eyes, and yes this is fucking it. This is what it means to be alive and feel passion.. This is why I am here.

You squint and exhale, breathing into my mouth, our lips touching and rubbing back and forth…. Back and forth.

Here comes the wind.. Warm wind around your body.

And the waves… Waves softly crashing some more…

Your eyes are wide open now, looking into mine

We read each other’s minds.

Wondering why it took so long to meet.

We fall asleep in each other’s arms.


– ©2012 Chris Pardal

“Dreamscape” – Chris Pardal

“Dreamscape” – Chris Pardal

fantasize, blue eyes, devise plans and schemes.

anything to get you here, near me to clear the endless grey skies.

kiss, hug, hold, taste, lick,

touch, fuck, fold clothes, pack your suitcase quick.

my hard dick aches, throbs, earthquakes shake, rattle and roll when your sweet pussy flows raindrops on my face.

a sugary taste glazed essence of your legs embraced, wrapped around my head.

get the fuck in my bed. on the floor, kitchen, table, shower.

flowers, dinner, chocolate, dessert.

hold hands, beach walks, long talks, smooth waves and soft sands.

pierced tongue kisses, shooting star wishes,

midnight ice cream sundae dishes.

endless silent stares, playing with your hair,

imported beer, fear of coming goodbye tears.

a weekend fling, sing in the rain, pain leaves when leaves colors change and strangers meet.

yours to keep, sleep by my side for eternity,

uncertainty kills, thrills, sends chills through me.

roller coasters, bungee jumps, pumps and cocktail dresses.

cupid blesses, arrows shot, heart’s hit, revisit love, doves fly and don’t cry.

wedding rings bells, yells and screams, streams of rice flies, family’s cries, sighs, hello honeymoon goodbyes.

alarms awake, break dreams, try, wish, hope to remember,

cope ’til September, fires now embers.

the colors were brilliant, resilient, fluorescent, now jaded

degraded greys, black and blue bruises faded.

frayed seams on tattered jeans. battered and baggy. shaggy hair and a face full of scruff.

rough, ratty and wasted. chapped lips that once tasted hope.

hopes to one day make it. make a castle high, tickle the sky.

clouds laugh and sneeze, the breeze topples my creation.

a castle made of sand, mud and devastation.

everything i cant be, i can be if i build a ship and you move the sea. waves you control, power you hold, the buyer of the soul i sold for an ocean full of dreams that are too old be dreams.

forgive me world, not for screaming but for ending the dreaming.

little boys get old. Florida gets cold. no longer bold,

but timid, yet livid that I’m silent, no longer defiant.

a quitter quitted long before it’s admitted. throw in the towel, i give up.

fuck it, pick up my bucket and walk away.

strut for a slut. loud, proud and faker than her tits, ego and nails. i move like a snail.

one step.





i turn and learn that u r there. I stare pinch myself and believe. deceiving whores end their war with me with you my protector. my love, my life, my dream come true and new wife.

Run through the sand and stand facing nothing…

…a mirage. a collage of imaginary images.

i feel zeal, steal strength, and believe in myself again…

…just knowing you’re real.

– ©2012 Chris Pardal

“Candy Coated Peppermint Stripper Poles”

“Candy Coated Peppermint Stripper Poles” – Chris Pardal


Blue sky streaks above her blue eyes… she’s a bad bitch.

A witch stirring her brew. My crew couldn’t back me

if she decided to SMACK! Backhand me.

Not with the back of her hand, but snatch me, grab me with her vibe, lift, spin and throw me.

She’s a thrill ride.

Don’t worry, scurry along, no time for this feeling,

reeling me in with your words, voice and eyes.

Wheeling and dealing with milky cream, strong stripper thighs, hanging high from the ceiling.

Wrap me up, lick you up and down, go down in your lik-m-aid fun dip.

My candy stick slips in, dipping deep in your sweet cherry yum-diddly, razapple, sweet liquid sugar powder pouch full of magic.

On my couch, I lie back and have it; a strip tease lap dance with no poles, pasties, or money.

Your honey still drips, it’s a trip honey, everything fits perfectly lovely.

I make hard, tough girls soft and cuddly, it happens suddenly.

so caress, kiss and cuddle me.

A tragic past, fast years, tears and pain. Your words tore me, but in your eyes I see a glorious future story.

Fairy tale kisses, genie’s neverending wishes, handsome dark-haired, green-eyed Princes fight to carry you away from the stage of this street ballet.

Pray, wish on stars, angels and lucky charms that soon, your shining knight will swoon, my Princess.


– ©2017 Chris Pardal

“Forbidden” – Chris Pardal

“Forbidden” – Chris Pardal

Why do I insist upon looking down the same dark alley for my muse…


Do we really all do that?

I stand alone, surrounded by couples, with too much fucking love in myself to hold in everyday, so it explodes into tears at night…

The tears rain whenever actually, and usually under the guise of being emotionally influenced by a love song or some sad movie…

I stood in the freezing cold making idle conversation just to extend the time that she was near me. I wanted to go inside, and I imagined hiding in her arms, as we would warm each other while listening to the wind blow fiercely outside…

But I am outside. With the wind. With her…

When this conversation ends, I won’t see her for awhile.

The worst thing about our kiss is that it is not imagined, it happens, but it is the worst kind of death because it means nothing…

Familiar… The was the first thought I had when I saw her for the first time in this life…

That makes me realize that from the time we’re born, until we die, that things that are more and more familiar, happen less and less, yet more intense.

Familiarity is the womb, comfort, destiny, another soul-mate to make the right path recognizable…

Even if we could. I can’t.

A muse is to inspire me, yet I could never main-line the pleasure of her energy through my veins like heroin.

I love to feel this pain to know that I’m alive. I pity those who only feel its absence.

For her face, my eyes taste like cookies in a cookie jar, not allowed to have, but sneak without letting her catch me staring at her.

The cold nights… The secret rendezvous between our energy, as we meet, and act as though it doesn’t exist… Me desperately trying not to stare…

Will end…

The kisses will end…

And so the show will be over.

I only want her to know that she inspires me.

– ©2017 Chris Pardal

“It’s All About You” – Chris Pardal

“It’s All About You” – Chris Pardal

I only want to feel your hands on my body…

I only want to kiss your lips..

your tongue…

I want to lay you on my bed and kiss your back, your neck, and whisper in your ear…

…tell you that you’re sexy…

Tell you… I’m yours…

I’m yours only…

I want to caress your creamy skin through silk, pastel lavender lingerie…

I want to lick your legs…

…kiss your toes…

…suck your fingers and neck…

I want to love you like a little boy in love for the first time at a school dance…

…would you dance with me?

…I’ll wait all night to ask, while standing across the room…

Then… as the night begins to end, we’ll finally hold each other and kiss and fall in love before the song ends.

I want to be inside you, and feel the waves of your sugary liquid passion surround me.

I want you to explode, and collapse in my arms, digging into my mouth, through my lips, with your tongue.

We’ll feel so good and on the verge of tears of passion knowing that we denied ourselves this feeling way too long…

I love you my love…

– ©2017 Chris Pardal

“Fantasy” – Chris Pardal

“Fantasy” – Chris Pardal

When I look in your face and embrace you with my gaze, you leave me amazed, and dazed with your attraction.

Now look in my eyes, don’t disguise the way you feel, my heart you could steal

its real

I love you.

I never felt before, what I feel for you girl. My lover in my dreams, now its real in my world.

You’re my friend, til the end, youll be my leading lady in my heart, my soul, until the sun goes cold.

Youre my ecstasy. And like the Odyssey; Ill travel ten years for your love, cuz youre MY fantasy.

Ill put the sun in my pocket; throw the stars away For your hand, holding mine-

A Dozen dragons, Ill slay.

Cuz, Im your knight, and Ill fight, just like in Camelot.

But in MY story, your glorious love is the plot.

My hearts in a bind and your love makes me blind

With you, I understand Romeos frame of mind.

Cinderella, Stella, or Della, Ill be your Charming, Stanley…. or Jim

When your lips touch mine…

the fairytale begins.

Never rest, on a quest, to become your leading man.

Not for a treasure chest

But for your heart in my hand.

Your beauty is smooth, yo; it belongs in the Louvre,

Helens face couldnt launch all of the ships that YOU move.

Aphrodite would be jealous of the heads that you turn,

You are MY Goddess of Love

For you Inside I burn

If Heaven had a name, only yours it could claim.

When I’m in your presence, theres no sorrow or pain.

Only pleasure to treasure, when youre at my side

You could soothe Achilles rage, and extinguish his pride.

A little boy at night, I held my pillow so tight.

You are MY wish come true

Starlight, Star bright.

Could it be destiny? If not, then Ill weep

And if youre just a dream,

Let me eternally sleep.

Im never blue; its true, when I look at you.

A thousand Canterbury Tales cant describe what you do.

Forever and a day, Ill stay, if you say yes

The day you walked in my life I was blessed;

By Cupid above,

Cuz with love, he shot an arrow-

-Of affection-

Perfection is seen, looking in your direction

You’re my Fantasy.

– ©2012 Chris Pardal