Chapter 1 - My life

Hi, Im Viviana. I will now bore you talking about me.

Lets see. If we need some introduction might as well start from the beginning.

I was born in Italy. My family and I moved to Southern England when my father got a job offering there, I was two years old. So I grew up there. What can I say? Im short and skinny my hair is brown and my eyes are green. I presently live in Bristol and for the disgrace of my parents I dont have a drivers license. I was never good at driving. Even those stupid car games. I always ended up with my car crashed. Well I dont have a car. So I go to work by bus. I work in a magazine in the center of the city. Cover editing, I like it, and I dont mind taking a bus. Dont call me a freak, God damn you.

The good thing is that the bus stop is just in front of my apartment.

And let me tell you about my apartment. Its a cubicle. It has two rooms, a small living room with small division we like to call kitchen (yes, the kitchen is in the living room which is, by the way, also the hall) and a bathroom.

And if you think my apartment is bad, you should see my love life.

Oh, yes. Far were the days I had thousands of men after me and I didnt even care. Too far. Actually its been two years and something since I left college. And since I moved to this miserable place, my close companionships were reduced to Lisa and Sincerity, who share my misery.. I mean my apartment.

Oh yeah, I have money to have a better house. But why would I? It would be far from work, and I cant live all by myself. Im not that self-sufficient. I need permanent social contact.

To finish this, the only sexual relationships I have are mentally (whether in dreams or looking at the models on the magazine covers), since a couple of months. The only relationship that lasted more than 6 months was 3 years ago.

My ultimate teen hood goal was to get a great job. I had excellent grades you know. I have this obsession to be at the top. I never cared about a guy in my life. Theyd just ruin my future if I get too attached. Well, truth to be said, I actually never found anyone that fitted me, that I really loved, that I felt it was the one. They all seemed...well...inferior.

Im 27, by the way. My mom says that by my age she already had given birth to my older brother. Yeah, like I care.

But now, I have the life Ive planned (except for the apartment thingy). I'm basically «manless».

Of course that word exists. I just said it.

And how did I came up with getting a boyfriend?

It was Valentines Day! Made me think about it. Everyone knows that that is just publicity. And its a bit depressing when you dont have someone to spend it.

Life isnt completed without your true love! And now I cant stop thinking about my possible soul mate.

And to those gross couples kissing everywhere. Go home and get laid, you assholes.

Im bitter.

And here starts my story.

This is a repost of a story ive wrote a few years ago. I deleted it and re-wrote it, changing some things and correction others. Hopefully youll enjoy it =) R/R guys! Im dying to hear your opinion