The End Of A Year.

Richard Gere and I are officially finished. It wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. We just sat down and spoke about the whole thing and realized it's not working. We love each other but sometimes love just isn't enough.

Now, instead of staying single and depressed for three years (like i did in the past) I have my mind set on finding a gorgeous guy in a tight wool skivvy, a bit of facial stubble and a nice pair of slacks... Or just give me Mario front The Only Way Is Essex..

Obviously I'm hurt and a bit sad so don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a relationship and I'm not looking for Mr Right.. I'm just looking for Mr Right Now :)

First Date Hair, MakeUp And Outfit..

I went on a first date last night and I actually took photos and recorded a clip to show you!!

I think this is the best I've felt in a long time so I was uber confident. 

First I did my makeup..

Then my hair..

Then put my skirt and shoes on..

And here's the video..

My Last Night With Potter.

Lastnight my mum, brother and I went to watch the last Harry Potter movie. 

I blubbered at certain parts - which was expected, thus the waterproof mascara. 

I'm actually kinda sad it's over. We were so wrapped up in the movie that none of us even touched our 'sneaky snacks'! (Sneaky snacks being the food and drink you buy from the Supermarket before you go to the cinema so you aren't stuck having to pay $6 for a small bottle of Coke)

If you haven't seen the whole series of Harry Potter movies, YOU MUST watch them.. 

And from start to finish. It's only eight movies! Haha.

I just HAVE to show some Alan Rickman "Professor Snape" posters. 

MMMMM... Yum.

Movie Marathon.

If you don't follow my Twitter, you wont know that lately I have been having movie marathons. 

It started with Lethal Weapon 1, 2, 3 and 4.. 

The moved on to Die Hard 1, 2, 3 and 4.. 

My mum and I just polished off Mission Impossible 1, 2 and three.. And we are currently debating whether to move on to Indiana Jones or Jason Bourne next.. We watched all the Lord Of The Rings about six months ago so we don't need to rewatch those yet.. I'm sure there are a lot more trilogies that we have and can watch but these are our 'most watched and never get sick of' movie series.

We are saving our Harry Potter marathon for Saturday night because we are going to see the last movie at the cinema on Sunday.

I'm gonna leave you with the movie posters of the sexy Bruce Willis and Tom Cruise. 

I wont post the Mel Gibson ones because they have already been put on my blog a few days ago.

My Night - Represented By Pictures..

Followed by..

My Exclusive With Richard Gere.

Story Time

Tuesday night I went to our typical hang out place looking all types of messy. By messy I mean - hair up in a bun, barely any makeup, booty trackies and a jumper. Aaliya had called me out of nowhere and said that she was two minutes from my house. I ran outside (initially forgetting my bra) and jumped in the car, thinking we were only going for our standard McDonalds run.

When she told me that we were going to the cafe, I FREAKED. I re-did some of my makeup while she ran in to get a pack of ciggies and put my hair in a messy side bun to try and hide the micro bead extensions around my hairline.

We arrived at the cafe, walked in having all the confidence in the world (or at least pretended we did) and sat down at the table with our group. Everyone knows Richard Gere and I are seeing each other. He told me on the first date that he didn't like titles so he would never be the type of guy to ask me to be his girlfriend, it would just naturally happen (which I was ok with).

After being there for fifteen minutes, I looked over and seen Richard Gere (who I thought had recently barred me) walking in through the back door. I instantly shit bricks. I slumped down in my seat, covered my face and turned awkwardly towards Aaliya asking her to go outside for a cigarette. I of course don't smoke and stood outside in the freezing cold with her while we plotted my next move. She was all 'Put down your hair, whip that shit around' and I was all like 'Ok, gonna vomit. Give me the compact - o.m.g i look like hell in a hand basket.'

After a good five minutes of freaking out and freezing half to death, I walked back inside like an adult (once again, or at least pretending) and sat down at our table. Richard Gere was still at the bar ordering and talking to his friends. The only other girl who was sitting at our table is Richard Gere's 'best friend', who we will call Green Tree Snake. The first time we met her, Aaliya said she is a green tree snake because they can camouflage themselves and blend in to any environment as they slither around.

Anyway, Green Tree Snake slithered forward on the seat, lent over Aaliya and said "It's better this way anyway. You two aren't good for each other. He told me after your first date that you meant nothing to him and that it was just casual and that he told you that you weren't ever going to be his girlfriend."

Hold on, back the f**k up.. He said WHAT?! I was angry, upset, annoyed, devastated andembarrassed. That little bitch just said all of that to me in front of everyone sitting at our table. A million thoughts raced through my head 'But we talked about the fact were exclusive.. But he said he didn't mind waiting a year for my hair to grow long (because he doesn't like extensions) But he said it would just NATURALLY HAPPEN that we would be a couple' then the thoughts followed 'So everyone here thought I was just his young skank? I played the fool? I believed him?!'

I leaned forward and I said "No, he told me *etc etc etc*" and she said "Wallah (which is I swear to God in Arabic) he said that to me. I'm only telling you because your a nice girl and I think of you as a friend now. Iraqi guys are all liars, trust me I know. He just told you whatever you wanted to hear."

I felt myself crumbling.. How did it come to this? I looked at all the people on my table as I said.. "So I'm meant to just sit here and pretend that everything is ok? Well I can't do it.. (face changes as I'm about to cry) (voice cracks) I just can't do it!"

I got up, ran straight past Richard Gere, straight past the sixty other people in the cafe, the three owners, the six staff members and into the back exit where I stood and cried for about three minutes straight, holding my mouth to muffle the noise the whole time.

Aaliya soon followed and as we headed for the car I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.
"Richard Gere"
I didn't answer so he sent a message
"Hello Darling, did you leave because you don't want to sit with me?"
As soon as he sent me that message, I realized he had no idea what had just happened. I didn't want to answer that message so Aaliya called him back "Yes, this is Aaliya, I'm pissed off and Anastasia is upset because of what your friend just told her that you said about her!"
He RAN - literally RAN outside to see what was happening. When I told him about what Green Tree Snake said, he couldn't believe it.

In the end, Aaliya called her outside and we had it out.
He told her that she took one word and make a complete story out of it and that it was NOT what he said or what he meant. He explained that he doesn't like titles and that just because were not 'boyfriend girlfriend' doesn't meant that were not together like normal couples.

She tried to blame it on the fact that she doesn't know how to explain herself properly but I knew she was vicious from the first time I met her.

Richard Gere made her apologize, but I left before she opened her mouth. I didn't need another lie to come out of her mouth so I got Aaliya to drive me home.

I had no idea what was happening between Richard Gere and I. All I knew was that he did not say those things, that he held my hand the whole time I had it out with his friend and that he kissed me goodnight.

I spent Wednesday night worrying that the damage had already been done and that maybe he was going to back away from me, thinking that drama just followed.

I was so over the moon last night when Richard Gere came to my house and we talked it out. He told me that he is scared - the words were "Wallah I'm scared that I'll never want to leave you. I'm scared because your the perfect woman and I want to stay with you."

So we agreed - were exclusive.

He is going to a wedding tonight so I'm flying solo but tomorrow night he is taking me to one of his friends birthday party. We are going as a couple.

Tomorrow night is a massive night for me. It is my first night going back to the cafe where everyone seen me cry just a few days ago. It is the first time I will be faced with the Green Tree Snake since she humiliated me in front of everyone at that cafe and it is the first night that I will be walking in there on the arm of my Richard Gere.

So the pressure is really on. All of those thoughts running around my head and all I can think is;

WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR?!

Richard Gere Put It In Gear And Drove Away.

Why is it that when I'm home alone I choose to sit and sing Disney songs? I just YouTube'd all of my favourite Disney songs and I'm singing them at the top of my lungs, even as I write this post.

My mum and brother are both "no-ones slick as Guston.." .. Sorry, it's hard to sing and keep track of what I'm writing. Don't mind me, I'm just doing the actions along with the music haha. I really should record myself singing this stuff. I even do different facial expressions to different voices.

As I was saying, my mum and brother are in Tatura with my grandparents teaching them how to use the internet so I just went shopping and bought some school supplies like plastic pockets and folder dividers etc.

You're probably wondering why my subject title sounds like Richard Gere dumped me? Well it's because he sorta did. The other night he was being a dick and I decided to go home and sleep. When he knew I was leaving he said "If you leave, don't call me anymore." So I called that bluff, got up, kissed everyone EXCEPT HIM on the cheek, said goodbye to the group and left.

He thought I was heaven? I'll show him HELL if he tries to call me again.

OOTN - Friday.

As you all know, last night was my first date with "Italia". We went out for dinner on Lygon Street and I had a great night. He picked me up at 7.15 (I like a man who's early) and he took me home at midnight.

We went to dinner then we went for a drive through the city. We ended up on St Kilda beach and I took off my heels and walked up to my ankles in the water. I felt like the lady in the fountain in La Dolce Vita with my blonde hair and black dress. He thought I was crazy but admitted that if he wasn't wearing jeans and sneakers he would have came in too.

I think I'll definitely hang out with him again but after last night I want to concentrate on Richard Gere. It's nice to know I have options but I want to stick to one path and not stuff it up by being indecisive and playing the field.

Vintage Supre dress
Vintage Gucci belt
Guess black kitten heels
Vintage Fendi bag
Guess gold star dangle earrings

Makeup was simple -

Face
PhotoReady foundation in Medium Beige and Rimmel Perfect Match in 400 Natural Beige
Photoready Powder in Medium/Deep
Bronzer and Blush Are Fake Mac and Some Cheap Brand lol

Eyes
Wet N Wild Palette Greed (the peach one)
Maybelline Line Express Eyeliner - Black
CoverGirl Lash Blast Length Mascara - Black

Lips
(not photographed) but I wore a pale plum lipstick

Oh Errol.

Errol Flynn.

What a beautiful man.

Being A Goddess In Someones Eyes

You may have read my blog, looked at my photos and thought "What's the big deal? She's a chubby/curvy chick with blonde hair." Hell, most of the time that's even the way I think about myself but lately something has changed.

I have always been honest and told you girls about how the guys around my area react to me and I've never lied, never made it sound better than what it was and I sure as shit haven't exaggerated when I tell you about the guys who nearly crash their cars, the guys who cross the road just to pass me and the one who nearly fell off a roof yesterday when he was waving to me as I walked past.

The reason I am mentioning this now is because my last post reminded me of something that was said to me recently.

On my first date with Richard Gere he said something to me that no-one has ever said before. Something that no woman expects to hear in her lifetime.

When I asked him if he gets jealous when his friends look at me.. Do you know what he said to me?

He said,
"When you walk past, whatever is happening, whatever we are saying and whatever we are thinking STOPS. We do not see, hear or think about anything other than you. I am a jealous person but with you I know to expect that I will always be jealous because you are heaven. You are heaven and every one that I know, knows it. You walk past and we are not capable of anything else but to admire everything that you are. You have this amazing body and this unbelievable face. We stop talking because we know that there is nothing is more important than savoring that moment."

How is it that they can see that everyday when I can't see that of myself even on one day?

I hope that every woman reading this post finds a man who thinks she is heaven.
No, I hope that every woman in the Universe finds a man or woman that thinks she is heaven and treats her that way too.

He Mah Type!

It's Personal.

I love having a person joke with someone. 

With my friend Aaliya it's calling our group the Cherry Crew because of a funny incident that happened at an argileh cafe we go to. 

With the guy I'm intending on taking off the market, it's 'Respect My Authority'. 

We have a lot of personal jokes but this joke he got a real kick out of. He is Turkish so he doesn't celebrate Christmas and has NEVER received a Christmas present in his life. I felt bad when I heard that so I went on the internet to look for this tshirt. No luck finding it in stock so far but as soon as I find it, it's his.

Number Five Is Alive!

Chanel No 5 ads are always the best perfume ads.

A Flame Starts With A Spark.

Looking back on my post A Flaming Mess I'm quite amused at the fact that as soon as I stopped looking, something presented itself in a perfect package. 

He ticks all the boxes on my *perfect man* list (so far)

I always said that I wanted someone who is: 

- Taller than me

- Dark hair 

- Nice eyes

- Nice smile

- Is respectful

- Doesn't even MENTION sex the first couple of times we talk

- Likes small fluffy dogs

- Has a great sense of humor

- Easy going and down to Earth

- Ethnic or European

- Drives

- Works (or studies)

- Is friends with/close with his mum

- Doesn't go clubbing

-Doesn't do drugs

- Speaks a language other than English

- Nice body

- Good dress sense

- Can hold a conversation

- Older than me

- Isn't camera shy

- Good teeth

- Good skin

- Doesn't have a complicated relationship status

- Isn't recently out of a relationship

Not to mention that there are a million more things that make him amazing.

Let's see what happens.

Did you ever/do you currently have a list of what you want in a guy??

Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead.

I'm currently sitting on my couch eating salted cashews and maltesers. I'm washing that down with a glass of O.J while I watch ten episodes of Pretty Little Liars.

I LOVE Jenna's step-brother Toby (played by Keegan Allen). He is so gorgeous and has the most amazing bone structure.

Is anyone else obsessed with this television show???

Let's Talk About Sex Baby, Let's Talk About You And Me.

I just had one the best Saturday nights of my life.

Let me just say "Butterflies, millions of them."
If you have no idea what I'm talking about, watch Under The Tuscan Sun.

Thank you Nik. You restored my faith in guys actually knowing what they're doing.

A Flaming Mess.

Don't you just hate guys who never call? What about guys who call too much? Well I currently have both. I have one that I really like, that never calls me and one that I could have really liked, until he started calling me every five minutes.

I think it's an impossible task to find the happy medium. Ideally I'd like a man to call or text me once or twice a day just to say hi and see how my day is going. Maybe then he would even make it a habit to send a good morning and goodnight message.

That is how this story started. I'd had four days of waking up to a good morning message - which I liked and was hoping that I could get use to it. He would even throw in a short message at lunchtime just to say hi and update me on his day and then a message at night to say that he hoped I had a good day.

After four spectacular texting days, I went on a date with the guy. It wasn't even twenty minutes before he became Mr Hands On and not in the way your thinking! There I was trying to watch a movie while he was trying to hold my hand, squeeze my cheek, poke my nose, touch my hair and then JUST as I'm about to LOSE IT, he grabs me by the shoulders (trying to turn me towards him) and says "Look at me." He wanted to kiss me and I was like WOAHHHHH NELLY. By that point I was so pissed off, annoyed and aggravated that I would have preferred to have gotten food poisoning. I tried to hide my contempt when I said "No, I'm watching the movie."

The physical attraction I felt for him before the movie had started was gone after the third time he tried to jokingly cover my eyes because the actors were kissing. I hate guys who niggle at your during a movie. My friend Bertie Beetle tried that shit once and I turned to him and said "Shut the f*ck up. I just paid $27 for us to watch this frigin movie, SO WATCH IT."

For all you good girls and boys, I'm sorry but I often drop the F bomb. It's my worst habit.

Anyway, back to Bachelor Number Two.. It wasn't long until I stood up and said that I wanted him to take me home. I had hit my threshold for teenage bullshit. He is TWENTY-FOUR years old and was acting like he's twelve. What a waste of a physically superb specimen. Two days, 57 missed calls and 39 unread text messages later and I've had it up to HERE.

Meanwhile, a few streets away lives the total opposite. He is GORGEOUS beyond belief and said he wanted me to be his and only his. As soon as I told him I didn't want anyone else either, he stopped calling.

What is it about the chase that peaks so many guys interest? They want what they can't have yet they complain and hold it against you as soon as you play hard to get. THEN as soon as you give in and stop all the games, POOF - they disappear. It's like a magic trick, except instead of being amazed and dazzled, I'm left confused and squeamish.

After two days of ignoring calls from Bachelor Number Two and waiting for calls from Bachelor Number One, I put my mobile phone on silent and made a conscious decision to ignore them all. Today when I checked my phone I had messages and missed calls from THREE guys I use to date.

Maybe that is my answer? I know I'm leaving the country soon so maybe I should stick to my old flames, rather than trying to light a new fire.

Who Hides In The Lingerie Department.. Seriously?!

Is That A Wig?

I don't know why Dolce&Gabbana think that Scarlet Johansson is so glamorous.
She always looks like a bit of a sooky starfish to me.

Putting aside the fact that I think she looks extremely boring.
Even putting aside the fact that her and David Gandy have no chemistry in this photo.

Does anyone else think this looks like a wig??

Look closer..

Click to enlarge.