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Out of character: I'm looking for a dominant male writer to play as 'Felix'. PM me if you're up for it. Thank you!
http://i.imgur.com/e6aD3pE.jpg
~Name: Liliane Santos
~Hair: Blonde hair with dark streaks
~Eyes: Deep green eyes
~Height: 5'10"
~Body type: Hourglass body type, thick ass and big 38DDD cup breasts
~Other: Faint Brazilian accent
Day 1: My first day in NYC
Dear Diary,
It's crazy to think about how fast the past few days have been! It still feels like a dream to me, having gone through all the red tape and barriers and finally finding myself here in the famous Big Apple. My parents didn't think that I'd be able to do it. The process was as crazy as you might think and my grades weren't perfect (although they were pretty close). But no, that wasn't what was behind their doubt. Their doubt of whether I'd be capable of this, moving away from Rio that is, was because I was a good girl at heart. I was really attached to my family and most importantly, to my boyfriend Miguel. Believe me, they were right to doubt whether I'd be able to move to another country, even temporary, to get an education. Miguel and I talked a lot about it and figured that New York University was too big of a deal to pass up. So, eventually I caved and long story short, here I am.
But it isn't easy. After the flight and all the hassle, I find myself typing away at my laptop, filling this little diary of mine. My mom said that it would be a good idea, at least until I'd make some friends here. I think it's working.
Still, with the school starting in three days, I think I'll go a little crazy if I don't socialize...or at the very least, get out of this one room apartment...
I leaned back from my soft, although shabby, office chair - taking a quick break from having to type in on my computer diary. I sighed, wishing that my internet would be properly set-up so that I could, maybe, have a Skype conversation with my family or with Miguel. I had some internet connection, but it was on my phone - roaming charges were insane given that I hadn't set a proper American number. But not so insane that I couldn't put up a posting on Facebook on the NYU students page, asking if someone could show me around campus.
I felt bad. Not that I was doing anything wrong. It was because of my mother, who took her time and warned me about boys in general. However, she told me to be careful in New York city in particular, given that despite me being a good Catholic girl, that I had a body that was more or less built for sin. Sure, it sounds pretty dramatic, but I knew the effects that my body had on men and knew that most of these guys who would answer my post probably wouldn't have the best intentions.
If I had the chance, I'd probably answer a girl - not that I thought that I was capable of doing anything wrong, but Miguel was a bit of the jealous type. While I wasn't miss popularity back in our high school (my goody two shoes attitude kept most boys away), I still had quite my share of admirers there. There was no mistaking it, I'm quite endowed and as most men would say a ''bombshell''; naturally blonde hair which reaches to my shoulders, bright green eyes, a toned body given my hours of yoga practice, long luscious legs, large 38DDD cup breasts and a wide, firm backside - or at least, these are all the attributes that men have complimented me on throughout the years. I would have been a bit worried for Miguel, if he was here, mainly because he was pretty confrontational. Don't get me wrong! He wasn't extremely possessive of me, he just knew how I didn't want any of that attention, especially seeing as I just wanted to study and nothing else. I loved him already, I think. But upon telling my parents this, they would either laugh or shake their heads before saying:
"Everyone says that when they're in their first relationship"
or
"You're only nineteen years old. You have no idea what love is; you're just infatuated. Just enjoy college."
I'd get offended with them saying infatuated, as it made it seem (at least to me) that they were implying that I was craving sexual behavior; which I wasn't.
...
Then the first few messages came up. I was a bit nervous, thinking about what Miguel would think (he did have me on Facebook, after all) about all these men sending me messages. I would have waited, but I was nervous. Nervous enough that I quickly replied to one man in particular.
http://i.imgur.com/8ffkHIV.png
Felix, huh?
I didn't know what to do, other than reply:
"Sure! Meet me in front of the West Wing Dormitory. I'll be there at 2"
...
So here I was, standing in front of my dorm building and waiting for this 'Felix' person to show up. As far as my outfit goes well, seeing as it was a bit humid, I was showing a bit of skin - my midriff showed off my fit stomach with the slight hint of abs from all my yoga practice. I had a short black top on, although with my breast size, it gave out some bit of cleavage. I tried to combat this by bringing along my pink long sleeve, although that probably didn't do too much. I also had a pair of washed out jeans that really hugged on my ass and well...um, they say a picture is worth a thousand words so here you go:
http://i.imgur.com/6AKsTxO.jpg
I wondered many things as I waited; what Miguel would think when he'd see that I was talking to some random guy. I also wondered how this Felix person was. What was he studying? Was it also his first year? Did he start college one year late, at 19 years old, like me?
I was nervous, but pretty excited to make my first friend here.