Lost in...

     So as it happens life is not all it has cracked up to be. And by the way I'm not as depressive as that statement sounds. But it is true. Let's go to the start; firstly it was him. Name TBD. I fell for a man whom I knew I could have yet, he did not want me. He just simply used me as his plaything, at the start he truly meant it but towards the end all he felt was dominance and I felt concerned. One day it was like I woke up and knew in a type of Eureka-moment that it wasn't his heart which ruled his movements. So I left and did what any other woman in that situation would do. Start afresh.

     That is how I have come to write this, the tales of a woman who was lost in love, is lost in life and is going to be lost in the world; London, Lisbon or even New Orleans. Not in the sense that I need a really good map or that I should ask a person for directions but where I go to a city where I will be overwhelmed by its culture, it's people and most definitely, it's food.

Fashion isn't my forté

   I knew as soon as I saw her that this relationship would not end well. And to be frank, it didn't.

   I met Diane in a café on Broadway near Rector street for lunch. She had Louis Vuitton 4 inch strapped heels, a Calvin Klein pencil skirt with a rear slit and a blouse from Lagarfeld. All in all the only thing out of place when she sat on that chair was the chair itself.

   Yet, sitting opposite me was a person who ,in comparison to my hobo shique, look like a Channel size 0 front cover model. As I as wearing a Jack Wills jumper, cropped Jacques Very sail trousers which were high-waisted and was double-breasted type brass button with last year's McCartney's couture pumps.

  It was definitely clear in that moment that we were in two totally different worlds. A realistic one and a spring collection/Milan fashion week centred one.

        

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   As soon as you say down to read this highly detailed introduction you may have thought: "Are these two lovers?", "Am I reading a book which is orientated around fashion?", "Or is it just this writer like to leave little to the reader's imagination when coming up with a character idea?"

    Well, the true answer is, I don't know. Who does really? Do all good writers know the outcome of their story as soon as they start writing those opening words? Well, I don't and that's for sure and to be honest I probably never will.

   So you have been warned and I am sorry for this short interruption. I will not carry on with this very fortuitous tale.

    

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    So it turns out that Diane's clothing company, Stuart limited, needs a totally new pair of eyes for their new 'from bedroom to ball gown' , title may be changed or simply reversed, line which is set to be the key feature of May's front cover of 'In or Out?'.

    Which is why I as called in. Not only do I have degrees in Fashion and Fabric designs but my major in gossip/feminine journalism. So not only can I tell you what to wear and how to wear it but I can tell you how to display it on a magazine as to appeal to a variety of audiences.

Should of, would of, could of

  I had always thought I was missing something out in my life. When I was a young child I thought that this was because my parents had had a messy divorce. When I was in my teens I thought it was be CV ause my grandmother had died. However, it is now that I realise as I am in my late teens that it is the fact that I have no experience in love which is the true reaosn for my emptiness.

    Nothing. Nada. Nichego. Not a peck on the cheek or even an accidental brush past fondle. And don't get me wrong though, I do have crushes and confront them on it but just nothing happens.

     Well, I tell a lie, I did have a boyfriend. It lasted for about a day and it occurred when we both in Year 8. Not a time to have a relationship obviously. The only reason for breaking up with him was because I had butterflies and this nervous feeling made me feel ill. But, it does make me think, What would have happened if I stayed with him? Would I still be with him? Probably.

• My best-friend may still be with her boyfriend. 
• She would be still friends with half of our year.
• I probably wouldn't be a soppy girl practically paying a friend to make her a 'woman'.
• Yet, I wouldn't have the friends which I have today. And with that I wouldn't have this life.
• I would have a higher respect from the male population of my friends.
• I wouldn't probably be writing this.

However, non eof these points are true as I am not with that guy and who knows? It may effect the rest of my life in both negative and positive ways but, it may have been simply one of those get together which never actually count.