tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73081530249897555772024-03-05T18:22:55.078+00:00Confessions Of A Social WhoreThe Adventures And Misfortunes Of The Girl Who Just Couldnt Stay Put In One PlaceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-66791720147172538072011-02-06T17:45:00.003+00:002011-02-07T11:01:21.622+00:00Fear and Loathing in BarcelonaMia had always said that she would do any drug put in front of her so when Bambi told her that Derby Boy had got them acid, she couldn't wait.<br /><br />The night started at Derby Boy´s house, the three of them were drinking and waiting for his house-mate to come home with the tabs. On arrival, they were told to take half a tab each as they were really strong and so the three of them did as they were told and waited for the trip to start. Twenty minutes later and none of them could feel a difference and so Mia and Derby Boy took another whole one and Bambi took another half. Mia´s mouth felt like cotton and she started to freak out think that she might be overdosing. After drinking five shots of tequila, they jumped into a cab and made their way to their favourite club <a href="http://www.clubcatwalk.net/?lang=es">Catwalk</a>. <br /><br />None of them knew what would happen when they started to trip, Mia was waiting for her eyes to start vibrating in her head, D.B was waiting for the numb feeling of Cocaine and Bambi was waiting for the rush of MDMA. On the way in the taxi, the three of them giggled for no reason. Inside they met up with the rest of their friends, none of them on any form of neurotics. Mia went slightly dead and the acid kicked in. Derby started to freak out and wanted to go home, the girls were enjoying themselves and told him to drink some alcohol thinking it would level him out like it normally does with Cocaine. As the trips started to get stronger, D.B freaked out even more. The girls took him to the downstairs smoking lounge, thinking it would calm him down. But being away from the loud music and bright lights didn't do him any good. Mia found herself attached to the yellow backdrop where the black paisley design kept moving in the different directions.Bambi tried to calm D.B down but he was in his own state and left the girls to go home. <br /><br />When the girls returned upstairs, they were greeted by the oddest atmosphere. The music was louder than normal and Mia kept screaming really loud. All of a sudden everyone was really ugly and she couldn't understand why. Apart from her friends, everyone had distorted faces, people with long noses and small eyes. The girls saw a short fat guy and a tall skinny guy both dressed in clowns clothes and asked each other if they were really seeing the same thing. Strange things were happening and Mia was getting freaked out by an odd man who kept tapping on her shoulder all night and waving hello. She couldn´t figure out if she knew him or not. <br /><br />In the toilet, the girls were mesmerized but the mirror ball on the wall, to Mia, it looked like rain and to Bambi, it looked like tears. Next came the camouflage Catwalk where everyone was wearing army clothes, the bass in the music sounded like helicopters flying above and the lights turned green. Then came aquamarine Catwalk, where she saw dolphins and other marine life floating around.<br /><br />The girls continued dancing, the giggled and stared into space and experience life in a whole new way. For them, the night would getting any stranger even if they tried...this was Fear and Loathing Barcelona style.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-58644161655420515182010-11-08T00:45:00.003+00:002010-11-08T01:00:03.852+00:00Dial 112 for HelpMia has not written for nearly a year, not due to the lack of drama in her life, on contrary - the last year has possible been the eventful of them all and so on the eve of her first AA meeting, she has decided to get back out there and clear the air.<br /><br />Highlights (hardly the correct term) of the last year involve <br />- Her Russian boyfriend who once rescued her from a hit and run accident, turning crazy and cornering her in their bathroom for 45 minutes with a kitchen knife.<br />- Being offered 1000e for one night of passion with a complete stranger.<br />- The return of The Womanizer<br />- Confront herself with the reality that her anemia will always take control of her life<br />- Burnt herself out by lighting the candle at both ends and nearly had a nervous breakdown.<br /><br />The next few posts are not for the faint hearted so if you think you can stomach it, pick up your mug of brew and get comfy because its going to be a rocky ride.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-9118464078790733322009-12-05T18:25:00.003+00:002009-12-05T19:30:37.178+00:00Tell Jesus, The Bitch is Back<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mia has been away, where you ask? No where in particular, she's just been busy with life in general and had to put the Social Whoring on hold for a minute. However, as usual, there is always drama in her life and after a whirlwind week, she decided to kick start her creative juices and upload herself back into the world.<br /><br />The last time Mia wrote, she was happily loved up with The Russian, having just celebrated her birthday and dealing with her psychotic headcase housemate and being made homeless. Mia had been offered a job working for her friend Troy helping him run his Escort Agency. Days, Months ran away with her. After what seemed a lifetime of dragging suitcases, shoes and photo's of her past life around Barcelona, she called a guy who worked in a hostel she had stayed at months before. The Polish Guy had mentioned he was looking for a housemate and had previously asked Mia if she was interested. At the time she wasn't but now she desperately needed a place.<br /><br />Late on a Sunday night, she went to see the apartment in the trendy part of Barcelona, as he showed her around, she imagined herself in the flat. She loved the size of the bedroom she would be living in, the living room had a light feel to it and the bathroom had enough cupboard space to fill with half of Lush's back catalogue. She asked The Polish Guy where his bedroom was and was taken back when he said it was a one bedroom flat. She was slightly confused, he told her he was away from home a lot for work and needed someone to look after the place and while he was at home, he slept on the sofa after a long day's hard work.<br /><br />Desperate for a place to live, she agreed to move in, she found him slightly creepy and promised herself that she would use her next pay check to find another more suitable place. On the first night she moved in, he kept her up late, asking her questions about her life, when he asked her if she had a boyfriend, she noticed that his face dropped when she replied yes. He told her not to invite him over and that he would be jealous if she did. She agreed, only to keep the peace.<br /><br />The next day, she waited for The Russian to come back from work, he had gotten into a drunken brawl at the weekend and had lost his phone. She was worried and needed to make sure he was okay. She didn't really know where they were heading or what they even meant to each other, he liked to keep her waiting and guessing and it kept her on her toes. That night she told her about her new living arrangements and how uncomfortable it made her. She stayed the night and enjoyed the sweet embrace of his arms.<br /><br />In the morning she woke up to find 82 missed calls on her phone, The Polish Guy had been calling her, leaving her messages and texting asking why she hadn't come home. The last call was at 6.30am and Mia grew more disturbed and shaken by his actions. His messages ranged from anger to upset to concerned. He told her he wouldn't sleep until she came home and that he was worried about her. She felt sick to her stomach listening to his voice, this was a man whom she had only spent an hour with before. She told the Russian and showed him the messages, he laughed it off and told her not to worry about it.<br /><br />She stayed another night, not thinking about what The Polish Guy might be thinking, the next day, she woke up to texts of abuse and mesages threatening to throw her belongings in the street. She called TPG asking him why he was behaving in the way he was, he told her that he thought they were meant to be together and that they were going to live together and be happy. Feeling ill and angry at the thought of what he was implying, Mia told him she was moving out. She would go back to the flat while he was at work and move all her stuff out.<br /><br />Within the hour, he had called her back and told her he was packing her stuff. The Russian's house was on the other side of town and she had no money for the Metro or a cab. She ran in her flip flops as fast as she could. She let herself into the flat, ready to confront The Polish Guy, only to find him sitting on the sofa...masturbating with her underwear on the coffee table.<br /><br />She said nothing, packed and left...<br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-48922379543177433782009-10-07T12:50:00.001+01:002009-10-07T17:16:59.828+01:00Bitch needs a slap in the face!Mia confronted her mother, her whole life was a lie. If it wasnt bad enough having an awakard childhood and being bullied as a kid, she was now dealing with the fact that she had a secret brother and was a whole year older. The response she got was not one she was looking for. Her mother refused to open up and told Mia it was none of her business. She wouldnt let her open up the past and she didnt want Mia nosey around and trying to find out what was going on.<br /><br />In the end, Mia gave up. She had too much going on in her own life and really couldnt deal with anymore pressure. She agreed to listen to her parents and move away from the crowd she hung out with. She decided that studying wasnt for her and that she wanted to train as a hairdresser and beauty therapist. She found an internship and worked long hours to stay away from her family, she kept in touch with her best friend from college and eventually found herself warming to the idea of being with him. She was bored and had fallen for Virginity Boy and the fact that College Dropout had a girlfriend made the chase even more exciting.<br /><br /><br />Mia managed to hide the relationship from her parents for 6 months, she would lie there and stare at the wall while he endlessly thrusted in her, she would listen to his constantly moaning about how unfair life was and pretend she gave a shit. It was the most boring rebound Mia had been dealt. It was coming up to her 18th birthday and Mia was looking forward to being spoilt, it finally meant she could go out and party and not have to worry about her overbearing parents, she would finally be a free spirit and could be the adult she wanted to be but as Mia has learnt the hard way, things never work out the way you want them to.<br /><br />Mia´s grandmother had cancer again...and she only had a month to live.<br /><br />If her world hadnt already collapsed, it was going to now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-26220280980074013982009-09-19T23:07:00.003+01:002009-09-21T17:21:21.929+01:00Whose the daddy?<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mia was having trouble at home, she didnt want to live there anymore but wasnt stable enough to manage by herself. Although at first The Only Indian In The Village had been there for her, their relationship soon turned sour and one morning Mia decided to end their relationship. It was then that she called his best friend whom she had grown close to for comfort. She had also had a thing for him and they decided to meet up the next day.<br /><br />Mia wasnt sure what she was doing but somehow ended up in London's Bushy Park. In the midst of tears and angry, she found herself losing her virginity to the man she had wanted for so long. In retrospect, Mia laughs at the thought of losing it in one of the Royal Parks in front of a deer but it only lasted 3 seconds and was memorial for all the wrong reasons. Clearly, not prepared for it, they didnt use any protection and on the way home, Mia freaked out and went on the hunt for the morning after pill. Those days, it was still two pills and Mia took one and hide the other and went back out again to tell her best friend about her day.<br /><br />A few days later, she went out with Virginity Boy and got so drunk she didnt make it home, scared at the reaction of her parents, she decided not to go home at all and her mother along with her Godmother went through her room and found the morning after pill. When Mia finally came home after a week of sleeping on friends floors, she was confronted by her whole family who decided that she was to quit college and stop going to the town all together where she was studying. Her phone was confiscated and she wasnt allowed to go anywhere unless there was a family member with her.<br /><br />Mia was pissed off and fed up with her family controlling her life all the time, she decided to finally get her own back and went through her parents paper work while they were away, there had to be some dirt somewhere and she was planning on using it against them but what she found out was something she didnt know how to deal with...<br /><br />Not only had her mother been previously married, Mia had a biological brother and was a whole year older than she thought she was.<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-43302890673114815402009-09-16T14:30:00.000+01:002009-09-16T15:07:41.531+01:00This is now, that was then pt 2Mia moved to a whole new neighbourhood and couldnt wait to start her new life. At college, she was a whole new person, no one knew her as the tomboy from college. At 16, she was 3 years younger than all of her friends and it wasnt long before she was spending all her time in the local pub. She liked the new freedom she had, although her parents kept tabs on where she went, she realised that between the hours of 9 and 6, she could do whatever she wanted.<br /><br />She started drinking, normally from 11am until 5pm, when she had to leave and get the bus home. For 6 months, she hid the fact she wasnt going to college from her parents. It wasnt like school anymore and she didnt HAVE to go in, the teachers never harassed her and in some of her lessons, she would go in drunk. In fact, she was drunk in most of her ICT lesson and actually made more sense than when she was sober. She started smoking, possibly to despite her parents and to annoy her father who also smoked.<br /><br />Until this point, she had never had any guys show interest in her but now, men were coming from left, right and center. She didnt tell anyone she was still a virgin, she hadnt even kissed a boy and went along with stories of pure filth that made everyone think she was some kind of Sex Goddess. Soon came the time when everyone started to fool around with each other and Mia, being at that age she was, wanted to lose her virginity and get it over and done with.<br /><br />Earlier in the year, she had stopped a tall, blonde, blue eyed boy in the street and exchanged numbers, months later, they bumped into each other and began drinking in the same pub. The boy was a douchebag but Mia soon started to feel stronger for him than any of the others in the group. They would hang out together but he had other things in mind and would constantly be hooking up with other girls. Confused by his actions, Mia decided to go out with his best friend, The Only Indian In The Village. He was not a good looking boy but gave Mia some form of comfort and security. He worked full time as well as studied, although he did the studying less than often and gave Mia her own credit card.<br /><br />Soon her parents caught wind of what was going on and contacted her college tutor to find out what was happened, when he informed her that she had been skipping college, her parents had her followed for 2 weeks to find out what was really happening. One evening, Mia's father took her mobile phone, her passport and her bank card and told her she was not going to college again. She was housebound and he beat her up so bad that she couldnt walk up the stairs. The next morning, she woke up to be told that she would be driven into college, where she would empty out her locker and inform her tutors she would be returning.<br /><br />Inside the college, she found one of her friends, whom she persuaded to help her sneek out the back entrance and so she ran, to The Only Indian In The Village's work and told him what happened. For the rest of the day, she hid from her parents and stayed at a friends house trying to figure out what to do with her life. Her parents had contacted the local police saying she had been kidnapped by some guy she knew and they were worried about her and so the next day she had to return to the police station and meet her parents.<br /><br />Inside the station, her mother whisped to her in Hindi that if she didnt go along with the fact that everything was okay at home, the authorities would put her into a foster home and she wouldnt have anyone left in the world that cared about her. Mia was scared, she didnt want to be alone. She just didnt want to feel like a prison in her own home. She wanted her mother to open her eyes to her father's cheating, lies and violent beatings towards her. She wanted her father to stop being such a bastard and learn to love her but most of all, Mia just wanted to be happy but then again, you cant always have what you want and she was going to learn the hard way...<br /><br />The biggest bombshell of her life was going to rock her to her very soul.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-86302717878828069012009-09-13T19:10:00.000+01:002009-09-13T20:17:02.852+01:00This is now...that was then pt 1<div>Mia has been struggling with what to write about...you see, she´s already told you about her love for toxic men who drive her to insanity with the urge of intense passion and she left it with the story of The Womanizer. She could not go back to being in London for a few months and tell you how she dealt with being constantly depressed, couldnt get out of bed and finally ruined whatever was left of her relationship with The Spartan but to understand where she is now, you have to know what happened before.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>This is the story of Mia.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Mia had an awakard childhood, her parents divorced before she was born and her mother never told her father that she was pregnant, instead she married a man who never accepted Mia as his own daughter. Her older brother was sent to live with her biological father, both of whom she didnt meet until she was 17. Memories of Mia´s early childhood are sweet, her maternal grandmother brought her up while both parents were at work. Mia was a naughty child, constantly running away, causing havoc and never listening to elders, somethings havent changed to this day. It was only when Mia reached the age of puberty that things really changed. Her step-father started to punish her for the smallest things, first came the constant shouting, then the military style movements, making her stand crouched down, holding her ears through her legs, giving pain through out her body and finally the beating. The beatings were the worse and only ended two years ago when she woke up one day and realised that he would kill her unless he had her arrested. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Mia hated the way she was treated at home by her father and stopped eating. Now as a young woman she has realised that this was the only way she could control her life. After constantly being told she was ugly, she seeked comfort in tracksuit bottoms and baggy t-shirts. She spent hours in the local park, playing football and trying to become one of the boys. At school she was teased for having a hairy upper lip, something that constantly troubled her and meant everyone would laugh and point at her and although some of the boys were close friends to her, she never once had a boy interested in her. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>As she grew older and into her teenage years, she persuaded her mum to try and help improve the situation and get rid of her hairy lip and buy some girly clothes but that didnt work. She coudnt get rid of the image everyone had of her. The beatings got worse, Mia made stories up of how she had been in fights in the local park to cover up what was going on at home. She grew more and more angry and would start fights with anyone she could at school. She was more and more troubled and felt no love in her life.</div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>Her parents marriage was in pieces after her father was made redudant and her mother found out that he was having an affair with another woman that he worked with. An affair which 18 years on is still continuing and Mia is finding it hard to accept the actions of both her parents and has realised that affects her relationships to this day. Instead of finding another job, her father decided to sit at home and play with her mother´s hard earned cash on the stock markets. At this point in their life, Mia´s mother had a stable, well paying job that provided for the whole family and neither Mia or her brothers ever felt like they were in any financial trouble but whenever her father would lose the money, he would kick off and make a very public scene and Mia´s mother would finally give in. The end result was Mia´s mother having to give in and re-mortaging the house and finally selling it so they could make ends meet. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>A week before Mia´s 16th birthday, they moved an hour away to a nice, white, middle class area away from anyone they knew and down the road from Mia´s brothers´ public school. Mia was to start college in September and her Godfather had said he would pay for her brother to go school until he was 18. Mia made the mistake of thing that moving to a new area would be a fresh new start...but the move only just made things worse and there would be no more stability in her life for a while.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-3491746630128865732009-09-07T14:29:00.007+01:002009-09-11T00:42:51.461+01:00Drama is my middle name pt 2<span style="font-family:georgia;">Mia had been enjoying life apart from the stalker like housemate, she had decided to detach herself from the situation. Weekdays were spent working two jobs and weekends were spent with The Russian. The small moments of quietness they shared was exactly what Mia had been longing for. </span><br /><br /><br />One weekend when Mia knew MDG was going to Costa Brava, she took The Russian home. For two days they sat in their own love nest until MDG came home early and ruined the party. Instead of letting them be, she said an argument with Mia that caused her to get upset. You see, Mia had bought 100e worth of food which she cooked for both of them while she was under the impression that MDG would pay for half since she cant cook. Then when it came to going shopping again, MDG went by herself and only bought food for 2 days and not for Mia as well. The day before she went to Costa Brava, the two girls went shopping together and bought food which was paid by MDG. Mia thought it was fair that this happened since the bill only came to 20e. While she was away, Mia cooked dinner for herself and The Russian only using half of the ingredients that had bought. Back on arrival, MDG, more than likely being pissed off at seeing someone else happy hit the roof.<br /><br /><br />Finally after handing her 50e Mia and The Russian went to bed to avoid anymore arguments, it was another 4 days before the girls say each other and when they did, MDG was in the living room crying. Mia wanted to comfort her but as she did, MDG threw a plate on the floor and Mia realised it wasnt worth the hassel.<br /><br /><br />Later that weekend, after a long night at work, Mia came home at 2am to have a shower and get ready to meet The Russian. When she walked thru the door, she saw a naked MDG on the living room sofa, drunk and stoned. Confused as to what she should do, Mia decided to leave it and went out. When she finally came home, at midday on Sunday, MDG was still on the sofa, hoping that she would retire to her bedroom, Mia was annoyed that she decided to stay with the couple in the living room. Mia was drunk and she had had her first fight with The Russian which led to her crying. She really wanted some alone time and tried to get the point across. After 3 hours of listening to MDG´s drunken rants, they went to bed. When they awoke at 10pm, she was gone and the couple settled down, ate dinner and watched TV before heading back to bed at 1 am. MDG came home drunk at half 4 and woke Mia and The Russian up by banging on their bedroom door loudly. Slightly panicking that something must be wrong, Mia stumbled into the living room to find a naked MDG throwing furniture around because there was no bottled water in the fridge. Confused at why it was her problem, Mia handed her 5e and went back to bed.<br /><br />For the next few days, Mia avoided MDG and came home late after she knew that she would be in bed. Mia was confused as to whether she should stay in the apartment or move out, MDG woke Mia up at6am on the day the rent needed to be paid and started screaming at her. If its one thing Mia hates, its been woken up. When she finally woke up later that morning, Mia couldnt decide whether she wanted to pay another months rent and stay in the apartment, she went to help her photographer friend on a photoshoot and spoke to her boss. Still uncertain, she was enraged by the endless abusive messages and constant phone calls from MDG.<br /><br />After two hours of avoiding all contact, Mia was shocked when she received a voicemail saying MDG had changed the locks and Mia had until 11pm to come back and pick her clothes up and move apartments. It was all Mia needed, some more unstability in her life.<br /><br />Unsure of what to do, Mia went back to the photographer's house and stayed the night, planning to go back to the apartment when she had calmed down in the morning but when she did, she realised that MDG had changed the locks. After calling Bambi in Ibiza, Mia decided to borrow a ladder from the corner shop and break the front window and get her stuff back. Not only was she going to get her stuff back, she was also going to trash the place and show the bitch. Unfortunately, the ladder was too short and as Mia was walking back to return the ladder, MDG walked up to her and realised what Mia was planning to do.<br /><br />After a good 10 minute bitch fest in the street, MDG finally let Mia in the flat where she packed her stuff and left. It took all her strength to stop herself from MDG, Mia was tempted to floor her after she had all her stuff out but decided against it...she had better plans for MDG.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-21754943628804894972009-09-04T22:01:00.003+01:002009-09-04T22:39:55.951+01:00Drama is my middle nameMia has been quite absent from the blogger world recently, why? I hear you ask yourself...what happened to her? Nothing. She has just been finding it very hard to concentrate on writing and couldnt decide in which direction to go to next. You see, drama follows Mia wherever she goes and before where shes buzzed off the drama, she is now sick of it and wants to quit all of it. Currently so much is going on in her life and yet nothing is happening at all. She is refusing to open up too much about her relationship with The Russian purely on the basis that a few people in town (mostly The Womanizer - does that man ever quit) have tried to break them up already and although it has been merely a month, Mia has a very soft spot for her man and doesnt wish to ruin things.<br /><br />This week has been especially challenging for Mia. For the last 3 weeks, she has been dealing with constant issues with her throat and has been unable to get rid of an awful cough. Her immune system has been weakened after years of drug abuse and working two jobs leaving her only 6 hours to herself has been driving her mad. As much as she is enjoying life for once, walking around with a big smile on her face that cant be wiped off, she has avoided going home. You see Mia moved in with a girl that used to see her best friend Chris. Chris passed away suddenly in April this year and when Mia came back to Barcelona, she offered comfort to this girl but what Mia didnt know was this girl was Manic Depressant. After all the trials and tribunals of last year and being homeless for 2/3 of it, Mia wanted to live with someone she knew so when MDG said that she had a free room, Mia jumped at the chance. The flat was in an amazing location, a 10 minute way from the beach, the clubs and the center of the city. Inside, it was clean, fresh and modern. One of the most stunning places she had seen in Barcelona. The rent was cheap and it finally gave her the freedom of living her life without worrying about any uncertainities. The first two weeks were a dream, Mia´s best friend from Sweden had come over and they were partying all the time but then all of a sudden, Mia was involved in a hit and run and had to stay at home for a week. Determined not to be confined to her flat for the whole time her friend was here, she rested during the days and (carefully) partied during the evenings. It meant that she was seeing less of MDG which she didnt think would be a problem...but it was.<br /><br />First came the constant chating on Facebook Chat, the odd emails asking Mia if she was missing her. Then came the texts demanding to know where shes was and when she was coming home. MDG refused to eat unless Mia was at home and cooked. Mia started to feel a little bit confused by this behaviour. Whenever Mia took MDG she would complain and throw a strop like a child, not the 31 year old woman she was. Mia spoke to other friends that knew her and they all told her that her Brazilian housemate was insane and needed help. Then came the drug abuse, MDG would randomly disappear in the late evening and come home in the early hours, usually with one of The Womanizer´s friends and shag him on the sofa. One night, Mia has enough when she walked into the living room in need of the toilet and saw two figures at it on the sofa.<br /><br />Mia tried to understand, MDG was struggling with Chris´death and Mia felt that she had a duty to uphold but she was wondering how much more she could put with...only time will tellUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-7482564151224360522009-08-28T14:17:00.000+01:002009-08-28T17:48:01.202+01:00How Do You Solve A Problem Like Mia's?<div>Tiger is in his early 50s. I met him one night when I was out and about in town with Boy Bank Hunk and Stoner Boy. The first night I met him, he drank my piss out of a pint glass, but hey, thats a story for another post. Over the last year, we became good friends and when I was homeless earlier on in the year before I moved back to London, he let me sleep on his couch and gave me a job where he worked. I was grateful, he was an entertaining guy but his behaviour started to worry me. He would insist on sitting next to me all the time with his arm around me, tried kissing me a few times on the lips and always wanted to hold my hand when we were walking down the street. At first I didnt think much of it, then came the phone calls. He would call me up to 15 times a day. He had nothing to say to me, he just wanted to see what I was doing. He drinks a lot you see and has a tendency to want to see me when he is.</div><div> </div><br /><div>When I moved back to London, apart from Bambi, he was the only one that called me or kept in touch. I used to look forward to his phone calls and when I moved back to Barcelona a few weeks ago, he was one of the first people I wanted to find. My new apartment wouldnt be ready for another week and he let me sleep on his floor so I wouldnt have to fork out for a hotel.</div><div> </div><br /><div>The first few days were brilliant but then he would drink and become annoying. He's an alcoholic as I mentioned and Im trying to be a good girl. In a town where the beer is cheaper than water, its easy to get hammered every day. I wanted out. I moved apartments and started work. Whenever I saw Tiger, I always made sure I spoke about men I had met whilst I was out. I hoped that he would finally understand there was no way in hell we would be together.</div><div> </div><br /><div>He knew The Womanizer and kept asking me why I didnt want to be with him when he knew he could treat me so much better than TW ever did. I politely made my excuses and avoided the topic. We went out to dinner one night where he sunk two bottles of red wine and pulled my boob out of my dress. He insisted we look like we were together when the reality of it was I looked like a whore he had got off the streets. What else would you think of an old greying man with a young good looking woman?</div><div> </div><br /><div>I flirted with the waiter and made sure Tiger saw it. He kept calling me a tart and asking me how many of the people we knew had slept with me. Over and over again I kept asking myself why I was friends with him and when he tried to make me feel like I owed him something for letting me sleep in his apartment I lost the plot.</div><br /><div>Over the next week, I avoided his phone calls or barely spoke to him. Then one day, I went mad when I found out that he had sold my laptop for half the price because he needed money when he was meant to be looking after it. As I told my friends about what had happened I questioned myself again. Why was I friends with him?</div><br /><div>One night I went out with a mutual friend of ours who brought along The Russian. Tiger had spoken to me about him before and I had instantly liked the sound of him. Over drinks, I fell completely head over heels in lust with him. The next day Tiger called me up to say he had heard I had met The Russian and it sounded like I had a good chance of being under him by tht end of the week.</div><div> </div><br /><div>A few days later, I called The Russian the night before my birthday and asked him if he wanted to take me out. That night, we went out with a few of my friends and eventually we decided we both wanted more. As the night turned into morning and I fell asleep in his arms, Tiger kept calling me wish me Happy Birthday. I left The Russian's house and went to go see him. As we sat down, I made it a point to get my point across that I was with someone else now and he couldnt behave the way he does.</div><br /><div>I thought I had made myself clear when I told him I was with The Russian. He asked me whether I had fucked him and what was going on. I left quickly, telling him I had to go meet some friends. Later that afternoon, I went with The Russian and my friends to Gava, just outside of Barcelona for a party pool to celebrate my birthday. While I was there, I had 3 missed calls from Tiger.</div><div> </div><br /><div>Not sure why he was calling me, I told The Russian to pick up and talk to him. They knew each other and I explained the situation to him. He agreed with me that I wasnt imagining it and I had a right to be concerned. Over the course of the evening, he called twice again and when The Russian answered he called back again hoping to speak to me. Just before 10pm he called and asked if he could sing Happy Birthday to me down the phone. As he finished, I asked if he wanted to speak to The Russian and he hung up on me.</div><div> </div><br /><div>The next morning when I switched my phone back on, I had 4 missed calls from him. He called again a few hours later screaming down the phone for ignoring him the night before. He was drunk and couldnt understand why I was ignoring him. As I told him I was with The Russian, he flipped and started threatening to tell him lies about me and what I had been up to. This was one man who didnt like what was going on and was going to do everything to make sure I wasnt going to stay with The Russian for too long.</div><br /><div>He just didnt get the point that he is over twice my age, is an alcoholic and will never be with me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Who said that you had to be famous to have a stalker...has anyone else had a problem like this before?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-91613371616149651412009-08-18T14:47:00.006+01:002009-08-18T16:18:42.868+01:00Birthday Celebrations<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The Russian was cute, I had established that. Two nights after we met and I had bumped into him again. The same with the hand on the small of my back move that made me melt. I went to bed with a smile on my face.</span><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The night before my birthday, a Friday and no one wanted to go out, I sat and searched through my phone and called The Russian. He was busy but would call me later, within the hour, I had forgotten and got back into my PJs and curled up on the sofa. He called and I pratically jumped off my balcony with excitement. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I persuaded my housemate, Manic Depressant Girl to come with, I didnt really want to but I felt like I had to and so we went along to meet him and his friends down on the beach. He was at one end and we wanted to go to the another. They had music where we usually go and MDG got pissed off and threw a strop. It was my birthday and I was getting annoyed already. By the time we walked to where TR was, I was well and truely pissed off, not only had I walked for half an hour but I hadnt even had a drink yet. When we finally got there, the bar was about to close and we couldnt get served.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">We decided to walk all the way back to where we were as they were opened until 2am. Along the way, Flash Guy called, saying he was back in town for the night since he knew it was my birthday and wanted to take me out. Flash Guy is a nice enough person but is also filthy rich and always bought Bambi and I enough alcohol to take down Africa's population of elephants in the hope that we could fall into bed with him. The honest truth is that hes ugly as sin and it would never happen. I told him I was with people and that he could come join us if he wanted, which he said he would do a bit later. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">When we finally reached the beach bar where we first started, we realised that it was about to shut too, so I had now spent a good two hours walking from one place to another, trying to meet people who really should of made their way to where I was and I still hadnt had a drink. MDG decided that we should go home and pick up the camera so I would have something to remember my birthday. Again, we walked the half an hour walk home and slowly with every step, I started to hate myself for stepping foot out of my flat in the first place. I called another friend and told him to come out, now there was 2 guys and 2 girls. Hopefully I could get some alone time with The Russian and get to know him a bit better.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">We left out house, camera in hand when Flash Guy called, he was at the bar I told him we were at and he was annoyed as to why we werent there anymore. I had a business proposal for him and needed to speak with him that night about it. He seemed to be more interested in getting into my knickers and when we finally got to the place I told him we were at, he had already left. Feeling like a deer in the headlights of a car, I sat there worrying how I might of potentially ruined a great opportunity to blag an easy way of making some money. For half an hour, he kept calling me, telling me to meet him in random places on the beach, when I finally found out where he was, he wanted me to drop the guys and go out with just him, his brother and MDG. I wasnt prepared to do that and so I left.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">As I walked back to the group, The Russian wanted to go meet some of his friends, he was fed up with all this walking around after people and I hadnt even had a drink yet. I was close to tears and when the other two told us that they wanted to go to the strip of bars on the port, he told them we would meet up with them in half an hour.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">We walked off and met his Swedish friend and his brother. All of a sudden I was standing with 7 tall, blond Swedish guys. The night had definately picked up, as The Russian spoke to them in Swedish, I wish I understood the language. He was born in Stockholm and Swedish was one of the four languages he spoke.It was just another thing to add to the long list that made him even more sexier. We went off to an after hours bar and sat next to each other, holding hands and staring at each other. The rest of the guys sat there drinking and smoking, TR whispered sweet nothings in my ear and as he saw the lust in my eyes, I reached out and kissed him. </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I was melting again and I didnt know what to do next.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-8817028811434241142009-08-16T15:53:00.005+01:002009-08-16T16:51:46.210+01:00Back to Basics...<div style="text-align: justify;">So enough with the moaning, its now been 5 days since my accident and I´ve already taken the cast off and have been partying all weekend. Yes, I know, I was moaning and bitching about being in so much pain but I´ve found the solution. A great little mixture of weed, booze and painkillers. I´ve been hobbling around like an eejit but its actually worked to my advantage...Ive had tons of cute guys asking me why I´ve got cuts on my face...shame I can´t do anything about it. Back to story time and it´s time you meet my new man.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is the story of The Hot Russian.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was meant to stay away from men remember? I promised myself I would move to Barcelona and concentrate on me. Get a new job, make new friends and not make the same mistakes I did last time, falling for someone within the space of weeks and not doing my own thing. All was going well until Tiger mentioned this Hot Russian he knew. He was a younger, hotter, slightly more insane version of Boy Bank Hunk and well, I always had a soft spot for that boy. I harassed Tiger to invite the Hot Russian out. I knew he wouldn´t, purely because Tiger wants me for himself and knew that I would want the Hot Russian and I always get what I want. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One night I made him call the Russian in front of me and when he asked I grabbed the phone. Tiger was right, he sounded hot on the phone but as they always say...cute on the phone, add a stone. I told him to come out, he was busy that night but I was trying to persuad him otherwise. I told him to keep the next night free, knowing that I had already made plans and wasnt going to meet him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A week later and I needed some guy I knew taken care off and so I called up a friend of mine who normally deals with shit like that. We arranged to meet up for a drink before we went to pay a visit to this guy so I was in a pleasant shock when he turned up with a friend of his...who was stunning gorgeous and happened to be The Hot Russian. As I stood there, half trying to flirt with him, half trying to remember that I was furious with this twat that needed to be slapped around a bit, I realised why Tiger didnt want me to meet him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the whole ordeal, we went back for another drink, we ignored our friend and flirted in the most innocent way possible. As we left the bar and the boys walked me to the cab, The Hot Russian put his arm on the small of my back when we crossed the road. For a girl whose had men that treat her life shit, I melted. I couldnt stop smiling to myself and the next morning when Tiger called me and mentioned The Hot Russian, my heart skipped a beat. Apparently, he had taken a fancy to me and Tiger was sure that I would be underneath him by the end of the weekend. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It was my birthday weekend...and I couldnt think of a better way to celebrate.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-63295980016729735052009-08-13T13:51:00.004+01:002009-08-14T10:41:39.396+01:00The One With The Hit And RunI was too happy wasnt I? I'd finally moved back to Barcelona, got a gorgeous flat near the beach, met the most amazing guy who for once doesnt treat me like shit and then what happens? I get hit by a car.<br /><br />I went out on Tuesday night with one of my girlfriends. It started off with an intercambio drinks thing in town where people meet up to pratice their Spanish and English. This was the first time we were going and I was VERY excited. Afterwards we went back to mine for dinner and then headed out to my favourite bar for a drink or two. At 2am we decided to leave and go our separate ways. As we said goodbye and I went to cross the busy road, I saw a bright light coming towards me and then bang!<br /><br />I was on the floor.<br /><br />I got up. Only a month earlier I had been knocked off my bike in London. I was fine, I told myself. I was more embarassed about the fact that I had been hit by a car rather than the fact that I couldnt feel the left side of my body. A crowd surrounded me, I couldnt speak. As I sat there with my head in my hands, I realised that I could of just died. Panicking I tried to think of who to call....and thats when it hit me. No one. Im all alone in this town. Bambi's in Ibiza, I dont talk to The Womanizer or any of his friends anymore and Ive decided to cut Tiger out of my life. I called The Russian, crying down the phone, I told him I'd just been hit by a car.<br /><br />Shocked, he said he would be there ASAP, he was on the other side of town where he had just moved to and I knew he had a busy week ahead of him. As I sat there, surrounded by a group of Catalan people looking after me, I felt an sudden urge of homesickness coming on. I didnt understand a word anyone was saying, a man sitting next to me kept freaking out and wanted me to go somewhere with him. I thought it might of been the driver but later got told he had already driven off after he had hit me. As the police and ambulance turned up, I spotted The Russian walking towards us. The look of shock on his face said it all, I had cuts all over my arms and face and I was bleeding everywhere.<br /><br />As they wheeled me off into the ambulance, I saw him telling me to answer my phone. Within seconds he was calling asking where they were taking me so they could follow. It was now just past half 2 and he looked shattered. I told him to go home, I was gonna be a while, I needed x rays done on my jaw and leg. I needed to be cleaned up and as he argued his case, I realised how unbelievably amazing he really was. This was a man I had only met a mere week ago, a man that I had only really spent 2 days with before the accident and yet here he was trying to look after me. Any of my ex's would of run half a mile in the opposite direction. The irony of it all was that The Russian would always cross the street making sure he was in the direction of the oncoming traffic with one arm on my back and the other holding my hand.<br /><br />As I sat in the hospital wondering my fate, he texted me every half an hour to see if there was any progress, eventually he fell asleep and when I left I texted him what had happened. At half 6, I hopped out the hospital with a broken meta tarsal in my left ankle, damaged tendons and cuts and bruises.<br /><br />Yesterday was spent at home, pretending to work but getting bored by the lack of freedom. Watching back to back DVDs and bitching about the fact that I couldnt eat because of my locked jaw. My desire for food has gone out the window and for the first time in 5 years I smoked weed hoping it would make me feel hungry.<br /><br />Unfortunately I now have a job where if I dont come in, the whole place falls apart. This morning I had to come in, not only because Im needed but also because I need to pay the rent at the end of the month. I cant walk properly, I can barely walk and I came in stoned and have continued to smoke at my desk.<br /><br />Im drugged up on a mixture of meds, making sure I dont have some freak OD and earlier in the day I was thinking about topping myself off. I finish work in 10 minutes and Im hoping tomorrow isnt that bad.<br /><br />Whereever the bastard is that hit me and ran, I hope hes burning in hell.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-58276189627789691562009-08-11T12:32:00.001+01:002009-08-11T16:38:26.464+01:00Alex The Cocaine Dealer Pt 2<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Alex and the boys had a long history of trouble. The boys had gone into his offices and destroyed the place and in response, Alex had sent the local mafia to break The Womanizers legs. Time had passed and the boys had put all this business behind them...that was all until all hell broke loose when I attacked Alex.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">By the time I got out of the bath, The Womanizer and Bambi were in the bedroom, sat on the bed talking. The smile on her face told me things were good and I shouldnt worry about my future with him. After I changed, I walked into the living room to find more people had arrived with more drugs and more drink. The party was well and truly under way and at half 8 in the morning, where most people were on their way to work, this lot were only just getting started.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">The thing with drug taking is, when you stopped and take yourself out of the zone, no matter how long for, whether its 5 minutes or 5 hours, we dont want to get back into it when you see the way everyone else is behaving. Instead of sitting down with the rest of them, I went back into the bedroom and asked if I could get into bed while Bambi and TW chilled out. Within 5 minutes, Alex had walked in and got into bed with me. I sat in silence while the other two looked over and TW asked me if I was okay. Replying I was tired and needed to sleep, I asked Alex if he minded leaving so I could sleep. He wouldnt listen to neither my pleeds or TW's so when he pushed himself on me, I flipped.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Having grown up with an abusive step-dad I wasnt scared of being attacked by a man and knowing that TW was only inches away gave me the strength and stupidity to tell Alex to fuck off before I bitch slapped him. Within seconds, he flipped and started screaming he wanted money for his drugs. Back at the house I hadnt done anything and so I walked off into the living room where the rest of the boys were. Alex came following me in and grab me by the neck and pushed me up against the wall, telling me he would kill me unless I gave him €50. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">BBH intervined and pushed Alex aside while Swedish Boy handed him over his last €50 which he was meant to use to get to the airport. Shaken by what had just happened, I walked back into the bedroom, half fuming, half teary. Not wanting them to see how upset I was, I sat on the bed with my back to the door. Bambi made the mistake of walking out into the living room and got caught in the middle. Alex threatened to kill her and she broke down. Furniture was thrown around and BBH gave Alex his €3,000 jacket and told him to fuck off and leave.</div><div align="justify"></div><br /><br /><div align="justify">Meanwhile, in the bedroom, The Womanizer tried to persuad me into bed but I wasnt having any of it. Bambi and Swedish Boy left to go home so he could pack his stuff and I sat down with The Womanizer and wondered what I was doing with him. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-51668232891314513372009-08-09T13:41:00.001+01:002009-08-10T01:05:16.374+01:00Belated Birthday Blog<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">So yesterday was my birthday! I actually ended up celebrating it over two nights because...I wanted to. As always, it was full of social drama and at times I was considering adding a few more names to the list of people I want to naypalm but shockingly I was very well behaved! Activities will be blogged about later, although I will go ahead and say I have a new man in my life who treats me like a Queen and is making me very happy indeed. Possibly the best birthday present Ive had ever.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Now back to the blog, at the beginning of the month, I offered myself up to any questions you have in mind to ask me. Some of the answers are a bit too much information so if you are easily offended...I dont know why you read this blog in the first place!<br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/01257077420839039136">ScoMan</a> asked</div><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;">What's the funniest thing you've ever seen?</span></p><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Probably the time I accidently punched my Mum in the face. The two of us were sitting with my youngest brother in bed who kept punching me. I made him hold his hand out and swung back to hit it but when he pulled his hand away early, I followed through and punched my in the face. Sounds awful but I laughed so hard, I ended up crying. I dont even know why it was so funny, she was in pain for days!</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000066;">What's the worst injury you've ever had?</span></div><span style="color:#000066;"></span><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">I think the answer to this one is going to be any girly related accident. The time I broke my ribs were pretty nasty because I couldnt breathe properly. I grew up with an abusive step dad who liked slapping me around a fair bit so theres a long list of them! Im slightly suffering from a boyfrind induced injury right now...so that comes straight to mind.</span></div><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Which song or lyric do you think best sums up your life (or sums you up as a person)?</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Either Faithless´</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAZhxGIbRYY"><span style="color:#000000;">Insomnia</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"> because Im constantly troubled with bouts of really bad Insomnia in my life. I once went 12 days without sleep and it drives me mad. You lose all concept of time and walk around like a zombie. The other song would be Sia´s </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbP0c9TZfzM"><span style="color:#000000;">Breathe Me </span></a><span style="color:#000000;">just because its such a beautiful song and her voice is amazing. The lyrics are stunning and alot of the time (especially when I write) I realise that a lot of the madness in my life is self inflicted.</span></p><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Which of the worlds problems do you think deserves the most attention?</span><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Personally, I think if any problems related to Racism and cultural differences were resolved, it would solve a lot of issues. There are many other issues that are just as important but if we didnt have problems with race, we wouldnt have terriorists trying to blow buildings or people up, the world would support each other´s countries more and I seriously believe there would be less rivarly on the streets. How can we solve issues on a global level when we cant even stop the war on the streets? </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">If aliens came to the planet and took you away, which planet would you hope they were taking you to? </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Earlier this year, I saw Saturn's rings when the Earth crossed it's path in line with the Sun. This normally happens between January - April time when it is the closest planet and shines the biggest in the sky so if I had to be taken away somewhere, I would say Saturn. It looked really pretty and I'm a girl so I can get away with saying that! Plus, we dont really know too much about the planet. We kind of go as far as Mars and just get stuck there!</span></div><p align="justify"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/03924035710478459520">EmmaK</a> wants to know:</p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Who was the worst lover you ever had and why? what did he do and was it torture and did you tell him to stop? </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">There are so many to name! That sounds awful, the worst one without a doubt was my first ever real boyfriend Nightclub Crawler. He wasnt the biggest guy and in all honest was REALLY boring. He had problem with spunking himself too early and although I tried every trick in the book, it never worked. In the end, we broke up and I promised myself I would never sleep with him again...which didnt really work since I would call him up drunk, wanting sex. I suppose I was at that age when I thought because I was "in love with him", it would be the best sex I would ever have. Obviously, since then I realised this isnt the case!</span></p><p align="justify"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/02251434036351404098">Auri</a> asks: </p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">You seem like an amazing woman. Why is it, do you think, you have a need to be punished?</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Thanks for thinking I'm amazing! I think that I've gotten used to being treated like shit by men and that my love for toxicity more than likely came from seeing my mum getting treated like shit by my step dad. If I do ever meet a nice guy these days, I either get bored VERY quickly or I think its all fake and try to catch him out. It sounds pathetic but I guess Im addicted to the drama.</span></p><p align="justify"><a href="http://emma-90.blogspot.com/">e_burnt.toast</a> wants to know:</p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">How many sexual partners have you ever had?</span></p><p align="justify">I stopped counting when I hit double figures. Purely because I couldnt be bothered to remember them all. Bambi has a list of hers on her pc but Im not that organised. I would say the number is likely to be between 15-20. I always lie when boyfriends ask me...although I have been stuck on 9 for about 3 years now. Some of them believe me, some of them dont!</p><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Whats the dirtiest thing you've done in sex?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Literally the dirtiest thing I've done is shoving a dildo up The Womanizer's ass. We were both drunk and he kept insisting on a bit of backdoor action so I said only if he let me do it first. He never did around to his turn!</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">The naughtiest place you've had sex?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">In a club, upstairs infront of tons of people, next to the River Thames or in an empty massive fireplace. I think the ultimate naughtiest place would be a place of worship although it would be REALLY disrespectful.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">Name a situation where you've lied to get yourself out of trouble</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">I lie A LOT! I lied to my parents last year when I told them that I had only tried Cocaine once when in reality, it wasnt the only drug I had tried and it was more than once. My parents are from a culture and a generation where people dont do drugs and they couldnt understand WHY anyone would do them in the first place.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">ANON emailed, asking:</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">When have you started social whoring?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">The whole concept behind in social whoring is knowing everyone and everything. The idea behind it actually came about last year, when The Womanizer was shocked at how I had managed to get to know everyone in Barcelona within a short period of time. In Barcelona, its easier to social whore because its so small and the population of English speaking people are close knit whereas in London, its harder. I guess I've always been a social whorer. I was the popular kid at school and everyone knew my name. I've always liked being the center of attention.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">How was the teen Mia?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">Teen Mia was as troubled as Adult Mia. Teen Mia was a tomboy, always with the boys, playing football, causing havoc and messing around. She was also insecure about herself and didnt know what she was doing in life. As a child, she would always be running away at weddings and parties and could normally be found somewhere near the event by random strangers. Teen Mia didnt have a stable life, her parents were constantly fighting over her step dad's cheating ways and he would give her the odd backhand every now and then. Now a 20 something year old woman, not much has changed. Mia has run away from her life in London and is hoping to get some kind of peace and quiet in her life!</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">How were you in school?</span> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">I was the loud tomboy. I knew everyone and everyone knew me. I was always causing trouble and spent a lot of my time chasing cute boys even though none of them fancied me! I used to get all my school work done but my heart was never in it. When I look back at school, I remember it being a fun time where everything was a-okay</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">What happened after finishing high school?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">I worked the summer in Waitrose while all my friends spent their time partying. Then despite the protests I went to college where I did my first year of AS Levels but I spent most of the year in the pub, under age drinking. I lost my virginity in London's <a href="http://www.royalparks.org.uk/parks/bushy_park/">Bushy Park</a> to my then best friend. I quit college and trained as a hairdresser but then got bored and went back to college to finish my A Levels. Then I went to University to do Law with Spanish, finished and started working. </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;">What are your ideas about dreaming big, reaching a goal, being a strong and independent woman and fighting for what we want?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000000;">I'm far from being a strong, independent woman. I think my writing proves that in fact, Im a broken, lost woman who needs to actually get a therapist rather than pouring her heart out on an online blog! LMAO! I went out on a date the other day and was asked what would be the ultimate goal. The man in question was a very rich, powerful man who had a tough childhood and had made a successful of himself. When it comes to work and money, I know my strengths, I know I can make tons of money, I know if I put my heart into it, I can head up departments, talk to EMEA managers of Reuters and work 50 hour weeks. The biggest goal and dream of mine is having a happy, healthy family of my own where my children are happy and I have a loving, caring husband. Having stablility in my life is also key. I think anyone with two brain cells can go out and work their ass off and make dollar but its a real challenge to have a family. </span></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Thanks for everyone that took the time and effort to contact me. Some of them were really challenging! Hope everyone had a good weekend.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-44682042492198146712009-08-06T13:00:00.000+01:002009-08-06T15:58:19.667+01:00Alex The Cocaine Dealer Pt 1<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">One night, Bambi, Boy Bank Hunk and I were out with a few other people. We were in our usual Tuesday night spot, drinking, dancing and coked off our faces. Everything was normal, until we needed more drugs. Bambi ran off to find a dealer as it was her forte to do and I went to go see him and make the exchange. He led me and another girl, whom he said was his girlfriend into the bathroom and took the bag out. He racked up three lines and afterwards shoved his tongue down my mouth. Being in a small cubicle with two other people and grams of cocaine in my pocket meant that I couldn't do much, so I made my excuses and left. A few hours later and Boy Bank Hunk wants us and Swedish Boy to come back to the flat he shared with The Womanizer and continue with the party.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">As we got ready to get into the car, BBH spotted Alex, the dealer I had met in the toilet earlier. He told him to jump in the cab with us and come back for the party. At the flat, TW was asleep and was soon woken up by BBH. When he finally walked into the room, in a half woken trance, he said hello to everyone but me. It had been just over 2 weeks since he told me there was no room for me in his life and I had no intentions of speaking to him. As everyone sat around drinking endless shots of vodka, smoking and snorting the heaps on cocaine everywhere, I sat with Swedish Boy. Although I had only known him for 2 weeks, we had bonded very closely as friends and he was due to go back to Sweden to be with his girlfriend. Bambi was sitting on the other side of the room with The Womanizer and BBH had fallen asleep, in need of a power nap. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Eventually TW came over and said hello and tried to grab some attention but at this point, I was too busy trying to shove as much shit up my nose as I could that I didnt care. In the kitchen, Alex and his helper has raked up line after line and decided to start their morning distribution gig which they would of done if they were at home. I sat in the corner, watching them, being polite and asking questions about where they were from and how they know the boys. Alex made it clear that he was interested in Bambi earlier in the night and when she had refused his advances, he turned his attention onto me. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Seeing the fact that I was in TW's flat, steps away from the bed we used to sleep in and seconds away from him in the other room, I freaked out when Alex tried to kiss me again. I made my excuses and left the room. He followed me and pinned me up against the wall, kissing my neck, trying to get me worked up. As I pushed him away, I told him I was with someone else and he should leave me alone. I went off and sat with Swedish Boy while Alex went over and spoke to The Womanizer.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Apparently Alex asked TW what was the quickest way of getting me into bed to which TW replied it wasn't going to happen so he should just leave me alone. Alex walked off in a mood and I told TW I was tired and was going to take a bath. While I was soaking in poor heaven of fluffy bubbles and wetness, Alex had tried to hit on Bambi again and asked TW why she had knocked him back again. The Womanizer replied he didn't know but threw in that he had slept with Bambi in the summer and that he had been with me for the last few months.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">What neither of the boys had told us was how they knew Alex and how what The Womanizer had just said was going to change the whole mood of the night.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I should of just stayed in that bath really.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-51200805872590586832009-08-03T19:19:00.001+01:002009-08-04T22:19:14.266+01:00Who Are They? WHO Are They?<p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;">Over the last few weeks, there has been an alarming amount of emails in my inbox (which I am still to reply to, I am sorry, Im in Espana, theres cute guys and sunshine galore, I find it very hard to concentrate on writing) about the characters in this blog. Lets face it, there´s been a few and even I sometimes get confused about them. Only the other day, I called The Womanizer by this fictious name rather than his real one. It was highly amusing.</span><br /></p><p align="justify">Nevertheless, here is a list of characters which have either been mentioned previously or will be mention in the forthcoming posts. This list will be updated on a regulary basis so keep up...you might be missing out on juicy secrets!</p><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Alex The Coke Dealer</span></strong> - Sworn enemy of Boy Band Hunk and The Womanizer. Once he had The Russians try and kidnap TW. Took a fancy to Mia and when she knocked him back, he threatened to kill her and pinned her up against the wall. That night, their rivarly was re-ignited.<br /><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Artisty Muse</span></strong> – One of the few people Mia has managed to get close to without ever meeting or speaking to. The girlfriend of one of her best friends in Barcelona, Mia has spent endless hours speaking to her online after his death. Artisty Muse is one of the most amazing women Mia has encountered and is waiting until the day they met. They both have similar taste in men and believe in the “love them and leave them” concept.</span><br /></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">Angry Mum</span></strong> - The safety blanket that always keeps Mia warm. Watch out though, because this women has a mouth and isn't afraid to use it. This is one bitch you do not want to cross.</p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Boy Bank Hunk</span></strong> – Best friends with Mia’s ex The Womanizer. Mia briefly lived with him in the winter of 2008 and instantly fell in love with him the night they met. Unbelievable gorgeous, he was eye candy to Mia’s eyes for many months. Although nothing ever happened between them, Mia admires him from afar. </span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Bambi</strong></span> – Mia met Bambi in Barcelona last year. They quickly became best friends and Mia moved in 3 days after they met. These two bring out the best in each other but also the worst. Between them, they conquered most of the men in town and left with unbelievable reputations. People that hadn’t even met the girls yet know who they were. Currently living in Gran Canarias, the girls still talk every day and recently met up for a messy weekend in Barcelona, where once again, they took over the city by storm.</span></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Country Bumpkin</span></strong> – Best friends with Mia’s old college friend. Two years younger than Mia, the strain of their separate worlds meant they never really worked out. He refused to visit Mia in London and she couldn’t adapt to country life. They randomly kept in touch through emails and texts when Mia broke up with Vain Man and since she moved back from Barcelona, they have regularly been texted each other. A few months ago while Mia was living in London, after not seeing each other for 4 years, they went out for a drink which ended in a full blown date. They both had a better time than they did when they were together. Mia is currently unsure as to what is happening with this situation but he continues to text her on a regular basis despite her now living in Spain.</p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Control Freak</strong></span> – A brief relationship with Control Freak ended after merely 4 days when he tried to tell Mia what clothes to wear, how to talk and whom to be friends with. At the time, Mia was trying to overcome her feelings for The Womanizer and thought it would be a good idea to be with someone else until one day she got fed up, dumped him via email and went out to get drunk with Boy Bank Hunk. The last time they saw each other, they had mad passionate sex in a hotel room after a drunken night out. Mia woke up the next morning with a bad hangover and a big bump on her head from where he had thrown her up against the mirror. That was the last she saw of him. She has since heard that he has moved back into his ex-girlfriends house and plans to marry her this year.</p><p align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Corrupted Lawyer</strong></span> – One of Mia’s closest friends. They lost contact after leaving school but became firm friends again after finding each other on Facebook a few years ago. Without him, Mia is not sure where she would be. There have been moments where she has struggled to get out of bed in the morning after having her heart broken but he has always been there for her. One of the rare men that she has met in her life that completely blows her away, he is a true gent and an amazing guy. He also is the only person who has gotten Mia so drunk, she has committed some ridiculous acts of social behaviour. In the last 3 years, they have not spent one sober night out. Mia calls him in times of need to ask him for legal advice regarding her extra curricular activities in car parks.<br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;"></span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Croat</span></strong> – Mia’s oldest friend spanning 20 years. This relationship has seen its ups and downs. Through out high school, Mia had the biggest crush on him until she realized it would never happen. These days, they remain good friends and although they don’t see each other as much as they wish they did, when they do, its like they never stopped talking.<br /></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>DJ</strong></span> – The first housemate Mia lived with in Barcelona. Mia also happened to work with him…and his on/off lover. Within hours of meeting and moving in together, they made the mistake of jumping into bed for a drunken fumble. The next 3 months were difficult and Mia soon got bored of being in a messy triangle and moved out. She has since learnt that he slept with his best friend and his on/off lover left and moved back to London.<br /></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Dominatrix Girl</span></strong> – Used to live next door to Mia many years ago. They formed a strong friendship after Mia locked herself out of the house one night and needed to borrow a ladder to climb through the front bedroom window. Dominatrix Girl is the opposite of Mia, being very organized in her life, knowing what she wants and then going for it. Although a good influence, she does have tendencies to corrupt Mia on girls’ nights out. Dominatrix Girl however, is not a Dominatrix but trade but rather enjoys a good night of fetish dressing up and spanking. Mia has not seen her for over a year and will be soon catching up to cause havoc one more time.<br /><strong><span style="color:#663366;"></span></strong></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#663366;">Disappointed Dad</span></strong> - only slightly insaner than Mia herself. Seems to spend alot of his time lecturing Mia and constantly telling her how disappointed he is with her lifestyle choices.<br /></p><p><strong><span style="color:#663366;">Foreign Brother</span></strong> - the oldest of Mia's brothers, he lives in Amsterdam with his Latina wife and two gorgeous kids. His method is tough life. Always bringing Mia down a peg or two.</p><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Nightclub Crawler</span></strong> – Mia’s first real boyfriend. They met in a local club where she stepped on his foot and bullied him all night until he paid her attention and swapped numbers. They dated for 15 months before Mia found out he cheated on her and walked out. Today they have remained friends and Mia often calls him when she needs to a shoulder to cry on.</span></p><br /><p align="justify"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Playboy Brother</strong></span> - the youngest of the bunch. Quiet and keeps himself to himself, never showing emotion. Mia compares him to Dexter often. He is also the playboy out of the brothers and constantly refuses to admit the existence of his girlfriend, whom hes been with for 5 years. Mia admires him very much so for this.</p><br /><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Race Car Boy – </strong></span><span style="color:#000000;">A friend of a friend through the driving circle. Mia met him many years ago when he had a girlfriend and when Mia refused to be involved with men with girlfriends. He recently contacted her on Facebook and after pursued her endlessly until she gave into him and agreed to go out with him for a drink. Mia had forgotten how attractive he was and was blown away by his lisp. This was a case of “wham, bam. Thank You Sir”. He has since contacted Mia on numerous occasions which she has refused to acknowledge.</span></span><br /></p><p align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Race Car Girl</span></strong> – One of Mia’s best friends until RCG slept with Mia´s ex. Had a tendency to be really possessive and needed to always know what Mia was doing. Was never happy with Mia having a boyfriend and wanted to go out every weekend. Mia secretly thinks Race Car Girl might have been jealous of her<br /><span style="color:#663366;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="justify"><span style="color:#663366;"><strong>Smart Brother</strong></span> - Mia's middle brother. The brains in the family, currently at one of Prestigious universities in the country, doing the "Prime Minister's" degree. Mia has money on her brother being the first Asian PM.<br /></p><p><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Sensible Boy</span></strong> - Good friends with TW. Mia adopted him as a big brother after she stop seeing TW, although it meant she still had to be on her best behaviour. They lived together briefly in the winter of 2008 with Chris. Sensible Boy recently moved home after deciding Barcelona was too much for him. Mia has not seen or spoken to him for months.<br /></p><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Slutty Bitch</span></strong> - An old work colleague of Mia´s that went out with Vain Man before she did. Mia soon realised how much of a slutty bitch she was and started to feel sorry for her. She was one of those women who had to have a man in her life to feel alive. Over the last few years, Mia has learnt about 50 men she has slept with. Today, she lives alone...more than likely in a shoe with a cat or two</p><p><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Stoner Boy</strong></span> - Bambi´s fuck buddy and best friends with TW. Mia looked up to SB and thought the world of him until she realised how much of a bastard he was when he was exposed of spreading The Clap. One night, she confronted him of his reckless behaviour and they had a massive argument. Since Mia has been back, she has seen him out and about but they will never be the same again.</p><p><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Swedish Hunk</strong></span> - Mia has only known Swedish Hunk before he moved back to Sweden. They became close when they realised that they both had a problem with the white stuff and Mia made sure he stayed clean before he went home to his lovely girlfriend. Now, nearly a year later, she has formed a strong friendship with his girlfriend, whom she speaks to every few days and is looking forward to seeing them both later this year.</p><p><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Traveler </strong></span>– Mia met Traveler the same night she met Nighclub Crawler. For a few months she was seeing both of them. He was one of the few “gentlemen” Mia has met who had old school manner. Traveler has since worked as a PR in Ibiza and became a womanizer. They have kept in touch over the last 6 years and have continued their fuck buddy status whenever he has been in the country and she has been single. He is currently living in New Zealand with his lovely girlfriend whom Mia likes very much.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">The Womanizer</span></strong> – The toxic ex from Barcelona whom Mia has had a love-hate relationship with. Older, richer and sexy as hell – bad combination. He came up to Mia outside his girlfriend’s restaurant and asked her to have a drink with him. For 7 months, they spent most of their time trying to classify what they were to each other until Mia had enough and walked away. These days, he is back to his normal self, being a Womanizer and causing havoc in the streets. Although they no longer talk, its pretty obvious that when they do cross paths again, they will end up in bed, just like they always used to.</span></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>The Spartan</strong></span> – Exotic looking hunk that Mia met when she was on a break from Vain Man. Possibly the closest man she has met that made her feel happy. They both share similar passions and want the same things in life. They briefly dated for a few months back in 2006 until Mia decided to get back together with Vain Man. They then continued to date for another year or so after she walked out on Vain Man. In 2008, The Spartan went travelling for a few months and Mia moved to Barcelona. She then persuaded him to move over with her but left him to pursue her infatuation with The Womanizer. Mia decided to move back to London, in the spring of 2009 to be with The Spartan again but unfortunately their relationship was short lived. Mia has had no contact with him for a few months now but understands that he is travelling around America this summer.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Tiger</strong> </span>– Tiger is older than most of Mia’s friends. Mia tends to avoid the older generation as it usually involved discussions of marriage, mortgages and babies. Something she is avoiding for as long as possible. Tiger is one of the nicest guys Mia has me. They have had many drunken nights out together and Mia enjoys when he calls her up in the middle of the night. They play hangman and nougats and crosses on the phone. Don’t ask how. He is one of the few people she contacted when she was back in Barcelona.</span></p><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Vain Man</span></strong> - Mia´s ex husband. He cheated on her constantly until one day she had enough and left. They havent spoken for nearly 2 years and Mia likes it this way. She hopes he burns in hell.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-84143782647629248312009-08-01T20:38:00.004+01:002009-08-01T22:02:27.983+01:00Nor Here Nor ThereI moved to Barcelona last wednesday. Did you know that? It was possibly one of the most difficult decisions I have made in my life, possibly more difficult than deciding to move here in the first place. You see, I moved to Barcelona last June. I met The Womanizer, I drank too much, partied too much, did way too many drugs and the only way to get away from him and all the madness was to move back to London. Did it work? Did it fuck.<br /><br />After promising my family I wouldnt ever move back here, I left without saying goodbye and jumped on the plane. I havent spoke to my parents since. The truth is, when you immigrate from your own country and move to somewhere where the cultural shock is completely opposite to where you grew up, its very hard to go back to what you knew.<br /><br />After spending 10 months in Spain where time is no concept and you can get hamburgers and beer at half 6 in the morning on the way to work, to moving to London where you have to be in a restaurant by half 9 to get a meal was a major shocker. All my friends had stayed in the same little circle, going to the shitty local clubs, falling out of cabs and into arms of strangers. Whereas as I had seen more to the world, saw countless sunrises on the Med, met stunningly gorgeous men, partied til I couldnt take anymore, explored Gaudi, ate Paella with the locals and made a complete nuisance of myself.<br /><br />The reality of it was, I outgrew where I came from. I made mistakes, I fell for the wrong guy, I made myself ill by doing too many drugs, I made friends, I lost friends, I starved, I cried, I laughed but most of all, I lived. The six or so months I was in London, I wasnt living. I was exisitng. I was trying to pretend to be something and someone I wasnt and it drove me insane.<br /><br />For the first time this year, I am free from any man in my life, free to any judgements made by family members and it feels fantastic. I´ve always thought of London as home. I am and always will be a proud Londoner, born and breed but when I stepped off that plane late last Wednesday night, I realised for now, Barcelona is more home than anywhere else.<br /><br />Until my next post, hasta pronto!<div><br /></div><div>STOP PRESS*** August only means one thing...my birthday is around the corner. Next Saturdays post will be a personal inside to moi (of course!) so you can ask me anything you wish. Remember, thats only another 8 days to go. You can either leave your question(s) - there are no limits in the comments below or email me at missmiadickinsonATgmailDOTcom.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-12550525305841242792009-07-30T09:00:00.000+01:002009-07-30T09:05:51.325+01:00Shut Up And Let Me Go<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Two days after she left his house, she received death threats due to her involvement with him. Everyone knew that they had been seeing each other and when TW had gotten into an argument with BBH, he threatened her by putting a knife to her neck, trying to get a point across to TW. Although she had nothing to do with it, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Having a knife to her neck was the last thing she needed.<br /><br />In rage, she wrote TW a letter telling him she didn’t need a man like him in her life and he didn’t deserve her. She put it through it this letter box and forgot about it. On New Years Eve, she called him up to see what they were going to do but was told to fuck off and leave him alone. Later that night, TW got into a fight that left him with two broken ribs and a black eye.<br /><br />A month later, Mia left Barcelona without saying goodbye. She packed her bags, left his clothes on his doorstep and never looked back.<br /><br />They say out of sight, out of mind don’t they?</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">***STOP PRESS***</div><div align="justify">It is my birthday next Saturday (yay me!) and to celebrate, I'm letting all you lovely readers ask me ANYTHING. No matter how rude (in fact, the ruder, the better), how insane or silly. Either a) leave it in the comments below OR if you wish to remain anon b) email me at missmiadickinsonATgmailDOTcom.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-25108070439056119742009-07-27T10:57:00.000+01:002009-07-28T09:58:34.183+01:00Back to old tricks<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">TW's new flat was around the corner from his girlfriend's work. He stopped calling Mia or returning her texts, she was going out with his friends all the time but he had told them not to bring her around. On the odd occasion they would see each other, they would satisfy each other and then afterwards he would sit there in guilt. It was obvious that they were in too deep but TW refused to acknowledge it and kept pushing Mia away. Eventually they just stopped seeing each other all together and she started to go out with BBH a lot and partied hard to get TW out of her system. She was now drinking more than ever and consuming every drug that she could get her hand on.<br /><br />She was convinced that he had told his friends to keep an eye on her and therefore failed to make any sudden appearances on the rebound scene. The weekend before Christmas, Mia and Bambi did acid for the first time and ended up at TW's house. Although she was under the influence, she noticed that TW was horrible to her in front of people and kept telling everyone that he was trying to get rid of her but she would never leave and get out of his life. Up until now, he hadn’t said anything bad against her, to her face or behind her back. She sat there close to tears as he told her that he needed to be a bastard to him so she would forget about him and move on. She accepted what he said and went home.<br /><br />She was going to back to London for Christmas and the night before she was flying, she ended up at his flat. As they lay in bed, he felt her tight but didn’t say a word. Mia didn’t know what to think anymore, she didn’t know what to do and she didn’t understand him. He said he didn’t want to be with her but he couldn’t tell her she meant nothing to him.<br /><br />She was in London for a week before a family argument led to her coming back to Barcelona early. She tried calling him but he didn’t answer. In the end, she gave up; she had moved into a new flat and was spending Christmas with people she didn’t know. Late on Christmas Day, BBH called her up and told her to come out for drinks. When she got there, he told her that TW had just left to go home. Mia assumed it was to be with his girlfriend but after an hour, she was told that his girlfriend didn’t want to spend Christmas with him and that he was alone. After a few hours, drinking with BBH and Stoner Boy, she called TW and went over to see him.<br /><br />She found him sitting alone in this living room, drinking vodka and listening to Michael Buble. They sat up talking about things that happened recently, the night they had all done acid and how things were going. He was telling her about the new girl he was seeing and although Mia was gutted inside, she didn’t want to show it, she told him how she had broken up with Control Freak and decided she was happy being single. The next thing they knew, the clothes were off and they were all over each other. Afterwards they sat there and TW told her that he hated it when they were arguing.<br /><br />Mia stayed over for the next 3 days; they didn’t sleep together after Christmas Day but watched DVDs, ate and talked about his relationship with his girlfriend. The New Year was approaching soon on them and he had decided it was make it or break it with his girlfriend. BBH came home on the 2nd day and the three of them sat around eating junk food, chilling and watching DVDs. </span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mia had missed this...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-59652337612273403752009-07-25T13:49:00.000+01:002009-07-25T12:59:35.721+01:00Dont You Have A Girlfriend?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Mia had moved in with Bambi who made her realise that she was completely crazy about TW. They both started to go out with Stoner Boy and Boy Band Hunk every night and even though TW never came out, Mia would think of him. One night, after a very messy session, they all went back to the flat. It had been nearly two and a half week since they had last seen each other, the longest they had gone since they met. Mia ignored TW for a while, deciding that he wasn’t worth her time. Eventually they were packed into the bedroom and they tried talking things through. Mia was determined not to give into and jump into bed with him. Things were made more complicated when she had pissed off Alex, the coke dealer they had brought home with them from the club. Before they knew it, the boys had to go to work but told the girls to stay for a bit and chill out.<br /><br />At 8pm, TW came home to find Mia and Bambi in his bed passed out, he was meant to be having dinner with his girlfriend but instead had come home to drop off a bottle of Vodka for BBH and his friends. Mia cracked the bottle open and was soon very drunk, having not had anything to eat. TW’s girlfriend had called him up screaming demanding to know why he had stood her up and BBH had come home alone. The four of them continued drinking and Mia soon decided that she needed some bedroom action and stood there completely naked apart from a bed sheet covering her ordering TW take her in the bedroom. They say absence really makes the heart fonder and it was definitely the case, for 6 hours they didn’t leave the bedroom and finally passed out at 8am, only to be woken up by TW’s girlfriend calling him saying she wanted to meet him.<br /><br />The next day, BBH had been in the bar Mia was working in and got very drunk, he went home and put his hand through a table and got into an argument with TW. As Mia was getting into the lift to go up to the boy's flat, she saw TW coming downstairs telling her she wasn’t going up there. As they walked down the street, she wondered where he was going and asked him if he needed to use her phone to call someone. It was half 5 in the morning and she had to find a cab and go home. She couldn’t believe it when he asked if he could stay over. He had a girlfriend who lived down the road and friends all over the city and yet he wanted to stay with her. They went home and fell asleep. The next day when they woke, she thought he would leave but he didn’t. He stayed with her all weekend, turned his phone off and chilled out. People where calling her trying to find out where he was but she just told them she didn’t have a clue. She found it really peculiar how they were calling her and not his girlfriend. On Monday morning, he left her and went home.<br /><br />She knew he was moving house that week and was hoping that they would talk about what was going on between but things changed like she could never imagine and before she knew it, she had pressed the self-destruct button</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-45509094743170907012009-07-23T10:28:00.000+01:002009-07-23T10:30:39.836+01:00Are we, Arent we?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">STOP PRESS: Mia is currently sitting on her balcony, over looking Barcelona's Gran Via. Yes, after a month of umm-ing and aaah-ing, she finally packed her bags and left. She hopes you enjoy her posts while she is here as much as you did while she was in London.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Stoner Boy’s brother had come over from Australia for the week and had planned a massive party. Mia had turned up at the bar to meet the two brothers alongside Boy Band Hunk. The guys treated her like one of the gang and didn’t mention The Womanizer. In the middle of their pub crawl, TW turned up and demanded to know why she was out with his friends. They got into an argument and Mia told him to fuck himself. Deep down inside she knew that he had fallen for her feisty attitude and no bullshit approach. TW disappeared for a few hours, only to reappear when they were at a club. Mia had just met Bambi and was enjoying the company of all of Stoner Boy’s friends. She was drunk and coked up and didn’t care what TW thought and continued to grind with every cute guy in sight and making sure he could see it. </span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">At the end of the night, when they were all sat outside deciding what to do next, she kept getting asking by everyone where TW was. She had no idea and when she went to go find him; she found him sitting in the corner of the club with a friend talking business. She told him that everyone was waiting for him and said goodbye. He told her to go to his flat and that he would be around in a bit but when she got there, the flat was occupied by the boys getting drunk and being loud. She wasn’t in the mood and ended up going home and having a bath. When she got out of the bath, she saw she had a miss call from TW. She called him back and asked what he wanted. He told her to get into a cab and come see him now. </span><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">When she got there, she was greeted by Boy Bank Hunk who told her that she should go into the bedroom and talk to TW about their feelings for each other. Still confused by what was going on, she went and sat in bed with him, wondering what BBH was talking about. He asked her what she wanted and whether she wanted to be with him. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to tell her how he felt about her or if he was trying to find out how she was feeling so he could get rid of her. At the end of the conversion, he told her that he was becoming addicted to her and that he wasn’t going to leave his girlfriend and they should stop seeing each other. She left and didn’t see him for another two week in which she tried to forget about him. She had a threesome with two of her friends and still drunk afterwards texted him telling him how much she wished it was him she was fucking rather than someone else.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">What she hadnt realised is how much emotion that one text evoked from TW and how she wouldnt stop hearing about it for weeks to come</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-77103740898863169342009-07-21T09:16:00.000+01:002009-07-21T09:18:16.007+01:00Werent we meant to avoid each other?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">One night when Mia was meant to be meeting Stoner Boy, she bumped into The Womanizer in the street. They briefly spoke before he insisted that they go into a bar and have a drink. He took her to a place where he told her, he takes his girlfriend and a round of drinks costs €20. The bar was underneath a restaurant and had a very romantic feel to it, at midnight, karaoke started accompanied with a baby piano. At some point, TW left her at the bar, sang a few songs and started to chat up other women in front of her, trying to get a reaction. But Mia being Mia and knowing what men are like ignored him and his advances towards other women. After all, he wasn’t her man was he? He could do whatever he wanted.<br /><br />While she was in the toilet, TW disappeared and left the bar without telling her. After searching for him, she called his mobile to ask him where he was. He shouted at her, telling her that he hated her because he realised he liked her and he shouldn’t do. She had done again and made the mistake of getting involved with someone who not only had a girlfriend but also couldn’t deal with his own emotions.<br /><br />Mia should of left things there and then but she didn’t, she ignored the signs and carried on seeing him. One night, he called her up and wanted to come over and see her. He had never been to her flat and she never allowed men over unless she was serious with them. Out of all the men she had been involved with, only Vain Man and The Spartan had been in her home and that was only because she had lived with them.<br /><br />They spent all night talking in between hours of sex and in the morning Mia woke him up with breakfast in bed. As they sat there in silence, there was a sense of panic between them. Without saying anything to each other, they both knew that they shouldn’t be doing this and when TW’s girlfriend called him, Mia decided that it was over and she would never see him again. When he left her that day, she deleted his number and got on with her day.<br /><br />How hard could it be to ignore him in the city?</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-37170936545095724542009-07-18T09:27:00.000+01:002009-07-18T11:25:36.016+01:00Stepping Over That Line<div align="justify">The next day, she woke up to find a text from him saying he was sorry. He called her later that day and wanted to see her, she agreed and went over there. Not because she had fallen for him but because she enjoyed the sex and that was all that mattered. They had bonded, both supported the same football team and both were from London. In their own way, they were both had stupidly high opinions of themselves, the banter was immense, the sexual tension was incredible and secretly Mia loved the drama. He was everything she needed after The Spartan.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">As time went on, Mia found out about his problems with his girlfriend and felt as his mistress she should make up for his other half’s lacking. She had no intention of being with him and when she was going back to London, she promised him she would keep in touch with him but after all…he’s a Womanizer and wouldn’t remember her.<br /><br />A month later, when Mia arrived back in Barcelona, she bought a new sim card and texted everyone her new number. Within seconds, TW had texted her back. He wanted to see her and told her to bring some clothes as she was going to be spending the whole day with him. The rest of the afternoon was spent in bed until he had to go to watch England vs Andorra in the Olympic Stadium. He told her that he would call her when he was finished and that she should come over and spend the night with him.<br /><br />Before Mia had gone back to London, she had bumped into one of TW’s friends Stoner Boy, whom she had kept in touch with. After the match, TW had decided to go straight home but Mia had been invited out by Stoner Boy for a drink. Not seeing in the harm, she decided to go see the boys and finally met TW’s best friend, Boy Band Hunk who had been living in Italy with his girlfriend.<br /><br />When Mia got to the bar, she was first shocked to see how gorgeous Boy Band Hunk was, for a moment; she thought to herself and questioned whether she had been sleeping with the wrong friend and secondly, she was confused as how everyone knew who she was.<br /><br />After a few drinks, Mia went back to the flat and looked after TW who hadn’t been feeling well. That night for the first time, they both realised that perhaps they had crossed that invisible line and were heading into bad territory. That night, they didn’t have sex but fell asleep holding each other and in the morning neither of them was in a rush to get out of bed.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7308153024989755577.post-6423904351776032692009-07-16T15:36:00.000+01:002009-07-16T15:36:54.812+01:00Why did I do this again?<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Back at the flat, they sat up for hours consuming drugs, drinking and talking. TW (and no surprise here) was relatively quite charming. His stories were incredibly interesting and even though he was ridiculously full of himself, Mia had warmed to him. At 10 am, after hours of talking, Mia gave him her number and went home.<br /><br />Later that night, when he called and asked her what she was doing, she knew what he had in mind and after 10 months of celibacy with The Spartan, she was at the stage where if she didn’t do something about it now, she never would. She dressed and went to the flat. After a few hours of socialising with TW and his friends, they went off into the bedroom, where Mia found two used condom wrappers on the side table that hadn’t been there in the morning. Giggling to herself, Mia thought nothing of it.<br /><br />Afterwards Mia passed out thinking the night had been a success…all well until she woke up to find TW hugging her tight, telling her that he loved and missed her. Embarrassed by the situation, Mia kissed him and rolled over. All of a sudden she wasn’t looking forward to the morning.<br /><br />When morning arrived the mood between them had clearly changed. TW was banging on about having to meet his girlfriend and Mia was keen to get away. Both of them claiming they would contact each other; they left and went their separate ways.<br /><br />A few days later, he called her again and asked her what she was doing. Having only recently moved to Barcelona, she hadn’t had much time to make new friends and decided to go over. Mia found herself in an awkward situation, whereas in England people didn’t introduce their fuck buddies to their friends, TW was doing exactly that. They carried on seeing each and despite the fact that he had a girlfriend, Mia would go over and spent the night. They would get drunk, hang out with his friends, consume drugs and fall asleep. In the morning they would chill out for a bit and go their separate ways. Then one day, all of a sudden, TW called Mia at half 7 in the morning. Slightly confused as to why he was ringing her so early, she went over there, expecting him to in the mood for some early morning sex but when she got there, she found it wasn’t the case.<br /><br />He had friends from London over and wanted her to meet them. They sat there for hours talking and hanging out. Mia thought it was very odd behaviour but said nothing about it. She had been spending so much time over there that she did what she pleased, she would go have hour long baths while the boys chatted among themselves, she would cook them dinner, clean the flat and</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> TW would even leave her asleep in the morning when he needed to go out.<br /><br />After only 3 weeks of seeing each other, Mia decided to go back to London for The Spartan’s birthday. Even though they had broken up, she wanted to see him as she was really homesick and just needed to see her friends. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:georgia;">The last night Mia and TW spent together, they got into their first argument. One of TW’s friends had come home drunk while she was alone waiting for him and tried to make a move on her. When she knocked him back, he threatened to hit her and made racist remarks and took the piss out of her, laughing at the fact that TW was around the corner on the phone to his girlfriend.<br /><br />Mia sat in the living room and waited for TW to get back, she didn’t care that he had a girlfriend; she knew this from the beginning and was only using him to get over how she felt about The Spartan but she wasn’t happy about being picked on because of her race.<br /><br />When TW got back, she told him that unless he did something about it, she would never see him again. He turned around and kicked his friend out, telling him not to come back. Later that night, he told her that there was no room for her in his life and in rage he spoke to her in a way she didn’t appreciate. She left the flat and texted him telling him if he spoke to her like that again, he would feel her wrath. There was no way she was letting another man walk all over her again…no way but then it seems some things never go to plan.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6