It was his cheeky-ness that first made me notice him. I liked that he could be playful, flirtatious, naughty and still have a touch of innocence and cute about him. He wasn't my usual type - a bit shorter than I like them, and with an edge of something dangerous. But that just made me all the more curious.

I met up with a bunch of girls - old friends - in bar I used to frequent as a student. There were plenty of old faces, but the one who really stood out amongst them was Fabio. I'd known him for a while - he was a friend of a friend, but whilst we'd say hello and make small talk every now and again, we'd never really talked properly before. On this night, although we were surrounded by friends, we only had eyes for each other. Our conversation was full of teasing, flirting and laughing, and I wondered why it had taken me so long to realise what a great person he was.

Later on, he asked me if I wanted to dance. With more confidence than I felt, I took him by the hand and led him to the dancefloor, wondering if he'd think this was too forward. I didn't have to worry - his fingers were already entwining themselves around mine. My heart leapt as I realised this attraction went both ways.

We danced to the soulful, rhythmic music - me leaning back against him, his arms around me, lips occasionally brushing my ear, sending thrills down my spine. I didn't want it to end.

Eventually, we made our way back to our friends, holding hands. I could see the curiosity emanating from the girls like steam from coffee. With an enigmatic smile, Fabio excused himself to get back to his boys, saying he would come back. The girls went crazy before he was even out of earshot! Questions were fired from all sides, and my heart sang so much that I could barely contain my smile. Nothing beats the feeling of falling in lust.

*Panda sighs* This, sadly, was my intensely detailed dream from last night.. It's the reason I've been smiling a lot today - falling in lust, whether in dreams or reality, is such a great feeling, isn't it? I wish I could find that again... Until then, I still have my dreams...

Does anyone else have such detailed dreams as I do?

My blog is taunting me. I am trying to work. It wants me to blog.. Naughty blog..

Stoppit blog, I'll blog in a minute.. tuh.. patience!

Hope you all had a good weekend :D xx

It always strikes me odd that some of the prettiest girls can find fault with their bodies, whilst so many ugly men think they are god's gift to womenkind. But everyone has things about their body they don't like, and I am no exception.

The things I hate about my body:
1. My African nose - it is short, squat and flat, and inherited from my dad's side of the family. It results from Jamaican blood on both sides on the family.
2. Oily skin - combined with 1., this means that I have difficulty wearing glasses because they slip down my nose faster than a fat woman on a water slide.
3. Afro frizzy hair - I turn into Diana Ross everytime my hair evens hears the word humidity or moisture (remember that episode of Friends with Monica's hair?!) .
4. My right foot is about half a size larger than my left - annoying when buying shoes
5. Big calves - they're not unshapely, just wider than average, and I have trouble buying knee-high boots that will do up comfortably :|
6. My chicken pox scars - I got c.pox at the age of 21, and the scars were horrible, despite me not scratching (very much). They're fading now, but I'm still very aware of them.
7. Body shape. The places where most women put on weight first are bum and hips. For me, the first place it goes is my tummy, then arms and boobs. This means I have a relatively slim bum, hips and legs, and a weird body shape. Also, when I lose weight, the first place it disappears from is my chest :|

Today, I am wearing my new boots that I bought over the weekend. They are suede, knee-high, pointy-toed, stiletto kitten-heeled, with a puss-in-boots fold at the top, and gorgeous! They're not the kind of thing I normally go for, having quite square feet. But I wanted to look and feel a bit more feminine, and get out of my comfy New Balances. Despite making me feel quite sexy, they are causing me quite a lot of pain - it's a bit like trying to squeeze a cube into triangle-shaped hole because of my square feet and the aforementioned bigger foot. My left foot isn't so bad, but I have blisters on the right one already. I would put on a plaster, but that would only make the boot tighter and I don't think I could honestly fit it in there.. :(

The nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me about my appearance was after I had chicken pox and very self-conscious about the scars. He told me that my 'so called' flaws only added to the character of my face, and hence, more unique and more beautiful, in his opinion. Even though I didn't really believe it at the time, I've never forgotten that.