Birthday Celebrations

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I was melting again and I didnt know what to do next.

Back to Basics...

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.

This is the story of The Hot Russian.

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.

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.

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.

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.

It was my birthday weekend...and I couldnt think of a better way to celebrate.

Belated Birthday Blog

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.

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!

ScoMan asked

What's the funniest thing you've ever seen?

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!

What's the worst injury you've ever had?

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.

Which song or lyric do you think best sums up your life (or sums you up as a person)?

Either Faithless´Insomnia 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 Breathe Me 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.

Which of the worlds problems do you think deserves the most attention?

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?

If aliens came to the planet and took you away, which planet would you hope they were taking you to?

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!

EmmaK wants to know:

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?

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!

Auri asks:

You seem like an amazing woman. Why is it, do you think, you have a need to be punished?

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.

e_burnt.toast wants to know:

How many sexual partners have you ever had?

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!

Whats the dirtiest thing you've done in sex?

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!

The naughtiest place you've had sex?

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.

Name a situation where you've lied to get yourself out of trouble

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.

ANON emailed, asking:

When have you started social whoring?

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.

How was the teen Mia?

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!

How were you in school?

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

What happened after finishing high school?

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 Bushy Park 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.

What are your ideas about dreaming big, reaching a goal, being a strong and independent woman and fighting for what we want?

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.

Thanks for everyone that took the time and effort to contact me. Some of them were really challenging! Hope everyone had a good weekend.

Nor Here Nor There

I 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Until my next post, hasta pronto!

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.