Hmmmm. My Life as a Covergirl

Hey Guys,

There was so much I wanted to say in the last post but it was pretty long already so I thought I would split it up.Wednesday night after the SDA Bocconi party (that Charnae begged me to go to) and consequently I’m happy about attending, I met another classmate Lydia who also worked at the Versace brand (pic attached). We decided to rule the world together as we are the big fashion people in the class. She also won the European Business Plan competition with a concept like Bag, Borrow, Steal in the European Region. She is Croatian and fierce. I might work on that with her., which is pretty exciting. She ultimately wants to work for Prada (which I hear is horrible to work for) but who am I to ruin a dream.

Then there is Kerim, my Turkish brother who is a cutie patootie and who is teaching me a lot of Turkish swear words, which I love! He also tells me that Anwar or Anwash is a Turkish name, so he and the rest of the Turkish students love me. This is a pic of him and me at the SDA Bocconi party. He has been going out with this girl in our class from Serbia. They started living together after 11 days of school. Unfortunately they will have t break up after they graduate as she must go back to Serbia and her father won't allow her to marry a Muslim man. I thought this was sad. I am trying to encourage her to stay in Italy and be with Kerim. It is obvious that they really love each other.

Another picture is of Charnae and homeboy (ignore the new student in the middle who is quite jolly). We call him Glasses but his name is Michele (pronounced Mik-I-ele). He is head of the Wine club and has facial structure for days. His body is also really tight. So he is Charnae’s mission for the time we are here. The other picture is of her and Francesco, homeboy giving her “Come to Genova with me T"

I ended up leaving the party at 130am which was a bit too late because the subway closes at 1230am every weekday, which makes no sense but welcome to Italy where nothing is opened 24-7. So I had to walk for about a half an hour to get to the Duomo (center of town, where I could catch a bus to Milan’s Central Station. SF People think Marina to Castro, NY Peeps think midtown to Columbia, Oxnard Peeps think Hollywood Beach to 4700 Webster Drive. When I got to Central Station I had to sit down a second. A strange man sat next to me which was very weird seeing how it is a huge station. He offered me a smoke, a beer, to listen to his Romanian music on his MP3 player. He ended up telling me that he had a wife in Romania, a girlfriend in Milan, and 2 boys and 3 girls that he ‘managed’ on the streets. When I heard that I left immediately. I’m not the one! I ended up getting home at like 3am.

Friday, I had a meeting with the Director of Career Services and I think it went well. She was able to tell me what contacts the school had and also gave me a sense of what companies pay well and have relevant positions for MBAs and which companies don’t.

They have connections at LVMH, Adidas, Larusmiani (think quick trajectory VP in 2-4 years), Timex Group (watches), Yoox Group (Online Retailer), Ferrari/Maserati, and Feretti (Yachts). Leaving the meeting, I really did feel like working in Italy/Europe is going to be a very realistic goal. I can’t really believe it! The Director Alessandra also informed me about an Alumni/Student get together next Thursday where she will introduce me to the people at Timex and Larusmiani, so Thursday will be clutch.

Socially, after I sent my last blog post I hooked with this guy Alessandro. 31, 5’10 180. Thick son of a MAN! In Italy we call those guys MANZO! Seriously some of the best sex I have ever had. Let’s just say he was ridiculously oral….. everywhere! Hahahahahh. I’ve never had my feet licked until Thursday night, and you know what, I like it! Anyway, after hooking up with him I showered and met my friend Roberto to go to this club Delight, where my friend Fabian ( owner of www.rnbjunk.com) was partnering with the club that night. It ended up being a tad lame and I was a bit tired to be honest. So I went home around 1230am (yes honey, I caught the train, no more Romanian pimps for me, thank you).

Last night I met with Adriano (pic attached) at Duomo where we had Aperitivo at a bar, where they offer a free buffet when you order drinks. I had a Bellini if anyone is familiar with that (Champagne and Strawberry Juice).We then walked to this huge castle in Milano and sat near it and just chatted (and kissed).

At the Castle…

After that we went to my house and hooked up (everything but pene). But seriously yall, he was packin, like 9 or 10, no lie. Like sometimes I joke about Ketchup bottles, but it really does exist, and I couldn’t deal. It was very thick in the middle and then curved up. Ok how can I explain this…

It's like an y=x ^1/2 graph.

Are you all gagging? You should be. Also when I was with Adriano, I got calls from Alessandro, Fabio, and Maurizio. You guys, how am I going to be able to manage these men? Please give any suggestions.. Thank you. Oh, and I shaved my head so now my eyes really pop and the men can’t deal.