I’m dancing with this totally cute guy from Australia at the club last night, when Matt intervenes. It was like one of those moments out of an old movie where the guy spots the girl he wants, watches creepily for a few minutes, approaches and asks to cut in; while the other man makes a confused face, but raises his arms in surrender and walks away.

Even though I knew he’d be there at the club, I was still surprised to see him. He wore tight, black, vintage Levis, some black vintage boots and a white dress shirt, with sleeves rolled to his mid-forearm and a black skinny tie. He had a leather headband around his forehead over his shaggy hair. It was so 60s—so rock star and so…sexy!

He complimented my yellow Club Monaco dress. As I turned my cheek and smiled in flattery, I noticed a group of girls sizing me up by the bar. They turned away and laughed when they saw me notice them. It really didn’t bother me. I was wearing a hot dress, with amazing shoes, and dancing with the hottest man in the club. I’d be jealous of any girl I saw dancing with Matt!

It was still early in the night when we started dancing. We only danced for a song or two before he whispered that he wanted to get out of there. Yes!

I wanted to talk to him and, as you all know, it’s impossible to have a conversation in a club with intensely loud music. So, we left.

He opened the car door for me and we drove off in his vintage red Mustang. Vintage.  We drove up to Yogurtland—a type of Pinkberry, but better. I got strawberry and vanilla wafer yogurt, topped with fresh strawberries and blackberries. So tasty! He paid for mine—very gentlemanly.

It was really a nice evening. I felt comfortable with him. He apologized for not contacting me in awhile. Apparently his mother had fallen very ill. I had no idea!

After telling me about his mother…his voice faltered. “You wouldn’t want to go to a charity ball for breast cancer, would you?” Of course, I agreed to go.

I’m sad that his mother couldn’t go because I’m sure it was very important to her, but I am honored to go in her place. I’ve got this great emerald green Versace gown that is perfect for this type of occasion. Plus, I think I might sell it afterwards and donate the money to the charity!

I can’t believe it! I hate men, so much, sometimes! They say women play games? I beg to differ!

I met this super sexy (and SUPER stylish) guy, about a year ago. We’ve talked on and off, mainly through email and text messages. We, finally, hung out earlier this year; then, again, a month later.

Now, he’s different; he’s not Italian. Haha! I joke, but really, I’ve only had ever had successful relationships with Italians. He’s over six feet tall, with brown hair, sensitive eyes and looks like a total rock star.

I considered myself “over him” because things never went anywhere and I hardly heard from him. The last time we talked, I had the last word…which, as lame as it sounds, I hate having the last word with someone I’m interested in; it makes me feel needy. It’s completely ridiculous, but, strangely, it makes me self-conscious.

So, I’m walking to my car after a brief trip to Target and I hear my phone ring; the short ring meant it was a text message. I didn’t bother checking it right away, and I forgot about it for a few hours. (I’m not addicted to my phone…weird, I know!) I, finally, checked it when I was about to make a call and noticed the unread text; it was FROM HIM. Matt.

“Hey! How’s life?”
How do I respond to that? I’m attracted to him, but he hadn’t thought to contact me in a few months. I laughed, out loud. Why, men? Why must you play this weird game?

Long story short…we’re hanging out this weekend. Now, don’t ask me if “hanging out” makes it a “date” because I don’t know what constitutes a date anymore. In the US, it seems that “hanging out” could mean anything from dating to friendship. In Italy, however, you know someone’s intentions before you know their name. I like the latter; it makes me feel less like an awkward high-schooler and more like a woman on the dating scene.

We’ll see how it goes. Los Angeles is a difficult place to date. I’ve yet to put my finger on, exactly, why that is.

In other news, I’m super excited for tonight! The girls and I are heading out to the club. I’ve got this new yellow silk mini-dress from Club Monaco (A COLOR NO ONE SHOULD SHY AWAY FROM!). It looks even sexier with my red L.A.M.B. pumps. I think Matt might be there tonight. I mentioned I was going to the club and he said he was going to the same one. Coincidence? Either way, the yellow dress makes me feel—and look—like a ray of sunshine. I’m sure I’ll turn some heads! All the single ladies…

I drove down to South Coast Plaza; it’s my favorite mall. They have a great exchange rate at their currency travel store and I needed to get some Euros for Italia! Well, of course, I couldn’t go to the mall and not shop. That would be impossible for a fashionista!

I wore Marc Jacobs jean shorts, a tan vintage V-neck shirt and this GREAT gold necklace. The necklace looks like it’s modeled after ancient Roman jewelry and it totally makes the outfit! I dressed simple so that I could try on lots of clothes.

Now, there are two things I LOVE about online shopping (eh-um, 365hangers.com anyone?) and window-shopping: NO ONE BUGS YOU! There’s nothing I dislike more than walking into a store and getting more than a “hello” or “welcome.”

I’d stopped in the DKNY store to check out the material of this great printed dress I’d seen in the window. I quietly made my way over when a woman came, literally, running from the back: “HELLO! HOW ARE YOU? ISN’T THAT SO GREAT? ISN’T THAT SO CUTE? IT’S JUST SO CUTE!” Please! Let me shop in peace and let the creativity of outfit-imagining flow.

I love the Zara windows. And, especially, the men’s clothes they carry; so classy and so sexy with great prices. Banana Republic had a great green dress just inside the door that made me walk inside. It was floor-length with braided straps and it had a Grecian style to it.

Oh. My. Goodness. In the Max & Co. window there was the most beautiful dress! It was a burnt red, light cotton, pleated A-line skirt with a fitted top half. It was gorgeous and I could visualize myself sitting on a bench in Florence writing in my journal. I had to see it up close.

I walked in and was greeted kindly, but not overburdened with advice and commentary from the salesgirl.  I touched the dress, first. The material was so lovely; I definitely had to try it on. It fit like a jewel! It had just enough flow over my hips, which was perfect for my curvier body, and the fitted top accentuated my smaller waist. The color radiated passion and I already know where I’m going to wear it. Don’t you love it when you find those jewel dresses?

I’m looking forward to tomorrow. My friends and I are going out to eat and then hitting up a new club in Long Beach. Maybe I will give that dress a trial run—I think it will get me some attention!

Ciao ragazze! (Chow ruh-gazz-ay)

What a busy day! I hate it when I know I should dress professionally, but I really feel like it’s a jeans and T-shirt kind of day. I had no choice because I was meeting with a very important woman at my university.

I decided on a white Armani button-up blouse, tucked into a red and white printed skirt from J. Crew. I love the look because it’s fresh, summery and, most importantly, professional. My meeting was to discuss future opportunities in Italy. I’ve decided to double major. Originally I was only a CINEMA major, but an Italian major won’t be hard to complete at the same time.

This lady was very fascinating. She wore a gold, puffy-sleeved, blouse tucked into a black pencil skirt and accented with layered pearls; you could tell that she was beautiful when she was younger.  She told me how she met her husband in Italy, had lived there for many years and then, eventually, came back to the USA to get her Ph.D. in French and Italian languages.

She inspired me; this university is my playground, why not study what I love?
Well, if I got a degree in everything that interested me enough to make a career out of it—I’d never graduate! Do I even have to mention I’d love a degree in fashion?
Though, I must say, I’m not much of a seamstress. I wear clothes better than I sew them. That’s for sure!

I can’t wait for the weekend. Why does it come so slowly? At least summer is here; classes are finished and the sun is shining warmer.

I decided to watch “Across the Universe;” A beautiful visual film with a great story and, the super sexy, Jim Sturgess. What a beauty that man is! I love the fashion in the film. The 1960s are definitely infiltrating the trends today. I love the paisley prints. It looks, especially, great on a tie or a mini-dress. While, it may date back to the 1960s and 70s, it’s a timeless pattern.

I especially love the headbands that wrap around the foreheads….EXCEPT, this one time, when I was standing outside this Greek restaurant and a group of girls show up ALL wearing the same headbands. You know how, if you and your friend are wearing the same shirt, one of you offers to change? Obviously, these girls didn’t understand that concept. Remember, individuality is a necessary part of fashion.

Afterwards, I rocked out to the soundtrack. My mother raised me on The Beatles so I will die a Beatles fan! Who knows how long I’ve loved you…

I’ve been in, such, a reminiscing mood lately. My memories of Italy make it hard to go a day without talking about it to some degree. I started thinking about when I lived in my apartment in Florence. It was so hot outside, that, no matter what I put on I wouldn’t get much relief. This particular day, I opted for a red button-up cotton dress. It was form-fitting and, when cinched with a belt, created the perfect hourglass silhouette. The dress really flattered my curves because it graced them lightly—it wasn’t too tight; but it was tight enough to show my figure.

Red. The color of passion. I knew I might regret wearing it as I strolled along the streets at dusk; but it made my life more interesting. I wore my vintage Fendi purse across my chest, my iPod played in my ears and I walked along to the beat.

I ended up walking towards the row of high fashion shops: Ralph Lauren, Gucci, Prada, Vespucci, Armani, and even Rolex. Gucci had the best location, with a position right on the Arno River. I stopped, and stared at the Gucci display window for the length of one song. That’s when I noticed a face, smiling at me, in the reflection of the display window.
I turned to see a well-dressed, handsome, man. I laughed, a little, because this was getting ridiculous. Obviously, I’m not the most beautiful woman in the world, and I know that red dress made me look good—but, seriously! I just wanted one hour without being followed! I turned to leave. Sure enough, he followed. I turned around, smiled politely and said plainly, “Ho un ragazzo, ciao!”

(Ladies, if you visit Italy, this is a good line to know; regardless of it’s true. It means, “I have a boyfriend,” and it is pronounced like: “Oh oon ruh –gat- so” … that’s the best I can explain it!)

Then he said, “Beh! Ma sei troppo bella in tuo vestito rosso!” (But, you are too beautiful in your red dress!)

Oh fashion; your magnetism is remarkable. Its memories like these that make me value fashion. Just the thought of fashion makes me feel beautiful. Why do you value fashion?

Tonight, I’m going to a goodbye dinner for my older sister. She’s off to travel through Asia (she’s fluent in Chinese!): Thailand, Singapore, China, Taiwan and Malaysia. We’re hitting up a hot restaurant in Hollywood, so I’ve got to get fancy. I have this great Tbags, one-shoulder, Grecian dress that makes me remember all the wonderful feelings Italy gives me.

P.S. Who decided to name their fashion line Tbags? I don’t like the name.

I found it really hard to decide what to wear today. I stood in front of my mirror and put on at least a dozen different outfits, but I finally found what I was looking for. I’ve got this great black silk tank with a ruffled turtleneck. I bought it in Italy so you know it’s stylish. I’m going to pair it with jean shorts and my hot, black, Miu Miu gladiator heels.

This black tank is one of my favorites because it makes me feel so sexy. I associate good memories with it. The first time I wore it I was in Italy. I was new to the city, alone, and bored. I got dressed up and decided to take an evening walk to watch the sunset over the Arno River. I wasn’t five minutes from my apartment when, somehow, I ended up on a date. His name was Enrico, and he was a club promoter for one of the hottest clubs in Florence: Central Park.

He invited me to watch the Spain vs. Germany football game (that’s soccer for Americans) at a small bar called La Luna Rosa (aka The Pink Moon). It was a quaint bar, and he was a nice boy. He wore Prada sneakers and a Gucci belt. He introduced me to his friends at the bar. One of them was a tall, handsome, man that resembled Adam Brody. He kept saying to me: “You cannot be American! You dress so European!” I was flattered, but at the same time, I hoped he realized that not all Americans dress bad. One thing that I realized in Italy is that Italians take fashion so seriously. They put on their finest jewelry just to take the trash out. Some Americans do realize that fashion is an art, even if we don’t include taking out the trash.

There was also an artist in Italy that I befriended one day. I was sitting outside the Uffizi Galleria, on a dirty bench, when he stopped his caricatures of Woody Allen and approached me. He complimented my brown Enzo Angiolini gladiator sandals. He said that he sits there outside the Uffizi everyday trying to sell his art and he sees way too many women in ugly shoes. I laughed aloud, but got a little sensitive for Californians when he mentioned how much distaste he had towards flip-flops. I mean I don’t wear flip-flops UNLESS I’m on the beach, but I felt for the millions of people in California that wear them everywhere.

There is a huge cultural difference between American and Italian ideas on fashion. But, I hope that America will find more value for fashion as the Italians have.

Song of the day: “Duo” by Zazie & Paolo Nutini

Do I even have to tell you, my yellow chiffon dress by ADAM was a hit?
Well, it was. So much so, in fact, that at the after party my dear friend, whose film was premiering, approached me; He kissed my hand, smiled coyly, and then said, “Why didn’t I snatch you up when I had the chance?” Flattering, really; but, seriously, the only thing on my mind right is: ITALY; ITALIAN FOOD; ITALIAN MEN. Repeat.

There was a lot of great fashion at the party, but this one woman was wearing the most hideous dress. It had to be from the Prom Sale at Macy’s. It was BRIGHT blue, with, hideous, scrunched material. I hate that look! Unless the material has no sheen, otherwise, sorry fans of scrunched dresses, it’s really unattractive and unflattering.

One of my friends, James, turns 22 years today, and we’re going to celebrate comfortable-style! That means, I get to be comfortable (but of course stylish) in my vintage Levi shorts and this yellow tank from J. Crew with a ruffle neck; paired with my favorite sandals in the world—my Enzo Angioloni gladiator sandals—and my vintage stud earrings. I like to keep it simple when I hang out with my guy friends, but not TOO simple, just in case I run into a hottie on the street.

Tonight, it’s going to be me, Jake, Christian, James, Louis, Trent and Brad. I’ve been best-friends with them for a few years, and they’re like the brothers I never had, but always wanted. I’m going to cook for them, something that doesn’t happen often.

Maybe, that’s why they keep me around: I cook for them…and I deal with their twisted sense of humor. Why take things so seriously?

James loves Italian food which, obviously, is what I’m best at! I plan to start with a Caprese salad. Next, we’ll have garlic bread and one of my favorite things: cantaloupe chunks wrapped in prosciutto. Prosciutto is a cured Italian ham that is incredibly salty, so when paired with the sweet melon—it is absolutely to die for! The main course will, definitely, be pasta with fresh tomato, chicken and red wine sauce.

There will be three things for dessert: a red velvet birthday cake; my secret recipe Sicilian lemon cookies; and strawberry+banana+nutella crepes! (Remember ladies: 20-year-old men LOVE dessert) Ok, the crepes are little more French than Italian, but delicious nonetheless!

James is going to love his birthday dinner and, at least, I’ll look cute in my J. Crew top and gladiator sandals while I cook!

Yesterday’s party was great. Film students are so much fun. I got lots of compliments on my Nicole Miller dress. One person said that I was putting them all to shame with my excessive good taste in clothes and another actually said that I looked like Marilyn Monroe. How funny! That’s what I was going for. So flattering, but I owe it all to fashion.

So, I know you are all wondering, and yes, I saw Jack. Even bigger news: I talked to Jack. He approached me, while I stood there in the dim light, as he eyed me in that red dress before opening his mouth. I felt unbelievable in that dress! I think it’s so important to dress in things that make you feel like a strong, confident woman.

He stumbled over his words initially, and began apologizing for taking me to that restaurant where his ex-gf worked. Ok, I thought, let’s see what else he has to say. He continued on about how angry he was with himself and that he hoped he could have a second chance. While I accepted his apology, I didn’t actually give him an answer. Thank god I didn’t.

Get this. We walk downstairs, smiling, laughing a little, getting comfortable with each other again, when GUESS who approaches Jack. The ex-girlfriend. Then, they hugged!
I looked at him and smiled. I looked at her and smiled. Then I walked away, smiling, because it really was funny to me. It was like a scene out of some cheesy teen movie. It honestly didn’t bother me, much. I saw through Jack after the first ex-incident, so it didn’t surprise me. Plus, I have my Italian boy waiting for me to return to Italy. I really can’t wait to see him again. Remind me to tell you how we met! The men in Italy are as romantic as you think they are…or at least the ones I met.

My friend is having his film premier at a local art theatre. I used to like him a lot, but he’s just a close friend. I’m glad we’re friends, but I always hope he’s a little sad we never got together…. so…. I think I’m going to put on my yellow, “sun,” chiffon v-neck beaded empire gown by ADAM. I’ll wear some red lipstick, loosely curl my hair and, since the dress covers my feet, my comfy Chanel flats. How Michelle Williams at the Oscars of me!

I feel like such a movie star in this dress and I get to walk the art deco red carpet! Should be a fun night!!!

This summer weather has been soooo amazing! I’m loving it! Currently, I’m listening to a guitar solo of “Je Te Veux” by Marcel Dadi. So beautiful! Even without lyrics, you can tell it’s a love song. I don’t speak French, but I’m pretty certain “je te veux” means “I want you.” Please, correct me if I’m wrong!

It’s finally the weekend! The one thing I love about being a college student is the fact that, while I have responsibilities, I don’t have enough to fill my Fridays, which means…THREE DAY WEEKENDS. EVERY WEEKEND! Which always translates into late Thursday nights!

There’s another party tonight, a friend of mine from film class is throwing. I’m a little annoyed because I know that Jack is going to be there. I know, I know. Someone out there is yelling at their computer: “GIVE HIM ANOTHER SHOT!” But, I really don’t want anything to do with him. I’m still mad. You’d be angry, too!

His friend approached me today, while I was studying Italian in the library, and had some very interesting information. He basically told me that he was glad I wasn’t hanging out with Jack anymore. Apparently he’s a wannabe player. Good thing I don’t let any man get “what he wants” too easily. No, ladies, always make them work for the simplest things. Guys love a chase. They’ll deny it, but they definitely love the chase. Well, what Jack’s friend said really upset me. I felt so naïve, but then again, it’s not like things ever really progressed. I stopped it in the earliest stages because I have to say: I’m quite a stubborn woman. I do forgive, but only to those that want to be forgiven. Then again, in a sick way, Jack’s friend could be lying. You never know! But who cares? I just want an Italian boy. I’m staying single until I’m back from Italy. That’s for damn sure!

Now, what to wear tonight? I’ve got this hot red Nicole Miller dress. It’s a showstopper to say the least! I definitely want to have that moment where Jack looks at me and thinks about how dumb he was to mess this up! Believe me, you’d be thinking the same thing. Don’t lie!

I’m going for the whole Marilyn Monroe look tonight: classy, but definite sexiness. Some pale pink lipstick, vintage heart shaped earrings I bought in Florence, some strappy black Report Signature heels, and some mild fake eyelashes are REALLY going to get his attention. Then I won’t worry about it and I’ll have a great time with my fellow film students. The best thing about being in the film program at my university is the in-depth conversations you can have (for hours) about your favorite movie, and the person listening is actually interested in what you’re saying. And, we all seem have the same love for art. Unfortunately, most film students don’t share my love for the art of fashion! They usually don’t care how they dress when they sit behind the camera. I don’t know if I could ever be that way. A life always dressed fabulously? Well…I think it’s the only life I want!

My speech went fantastically well! My professor, and the entire class, was impressed with my professional look. I knew it would be a hit! Unfortunately, I think my great outfit detracted from the important subject I was talking about: sex education in schools! I’ll try not to wear such great clothes next time!

I woke up well rested this morning. That rarely happens with me. Juggling a social life, school and a career isn’t easy.

Today was warm; summer is just on the horizon. I had class, the usual office work, and then I was off to lunch and a movie with my favorite woman in the world: my mother! She is the most beautiful lady with the biggest heart you can imagine and I love her more than anything. Did I mention she has FANTASTIC style? I wanted to be comfortable today so I chose to wear some vintage Levi shorts with a button-fly; and a little bit of a destroyed look to them. I paired those with this great tank I got at Anthropologie; it’s white, with black ruffles and button detailing around the scooped neckline. I completed my look with some pearl studs, a messy bun and my black-and-white Chanel flats.

We had a great lunch at this café called, “George’s Greek café.”  The food is to DIE for! They have the best chicken gyro around. Oh, and the hummus and pita…try not to drool all over your computer! I actually figured out a way to make my own [fake] chicken gyro sandwich. It’s so easy. Now, this is a starving student recipe, so don’t expect too much, but it has A LOT of flavor. Once, I ate this for dinner everyday for a week!

1. Chop some fresh tomatoes, chilled cucumbers, and onion (if you’d like) and put them in a bowl
2. I use Taziki, which you can buy at a grocery store OR just season the vegetables with garlic salt
3. With the seasoned vegetables in a bowl, mix in some crumbled feta cheese
4. Now for the chicken! Cook some chicken strips (however you decide to do so)
5. Take a piece of Trader Joe’s whole-wheat pita bread (or something similar)
and heat for about 30- seconds
6. Place the cooked chicken on the bread
7. Place the cool vegetables on the chicken
8. Fold the pita bread like a taco and enjoy!!!

The warm chicken and the cool vegetables make for a very happy mouth. It’s quite healthy, too, if you use the right ingredients Buon appetito! (It’s Italian for “Good appetite” and pronounced “Bwohn ah-peh-tea-toe”).

After our lunch, we went to the bookstore to look for a birthday gift for my dear grandma. I tripped walking in. I wanted to laugh so badly, but I tried to stifle it because I didn’t want to make a scene. Then, I started choking on my stifled laugher, and I just looked weird. Thanks, Chanel flats!

Of course, I ended up in the Italian-book section. I was reading a book about cusswords in Italian when a handsome man approached me. He stood next to me admiring the books, then looked over, smiled, and said in Italian: “You are a beautiful woman.” He then winked and walked away. OK??? Where am I, Italy? He had to have been foreign! I don’t know many American men with such brazen moves.

Girls, it’s hard here, I know; but I kid you not, in Italy, it’s REALLY not hard at all!

Last night wasn’t so bad. The Hervé Léger dress got everyone’s attention, and I felt like I was at the Academy Awards rather than the university’s student film showcase. I walked in and, almost instinctual, narrowed in on Jack. He was leaning against a wall in the back of the room looking right at me. He kept talking to some classmates, glancing towards me every other sentence. I couldn’t help but notice how sharp he looked, despite my slight disdain after our dinner date the other night. He was wearing a classic black, fitted, Ralph Lauren suit, a white dress shirt and a skinny black tie. His style reminded me of the sunning GQ spread of Zac Efron.

Prada gowns, vintage Versace, Carolina Herrera and Alexander McQueen began moving into the theater when it was announced that the showcase would soon begin. I found a seat in the center of the theater with my two girlfriends. We sat there whispering about the passing gowns when I saw Jack out of the corner of my eye. He’d sat right behind me with his friends. Directly behind me. Each time I turned to speak to my friend, I could feel his apprehensive eyes trying to catch mine. I don’t like a man that can’t just approach me if he really wants to talk to me.

You know what, Jack? You messed up. G-G-G-G-GET OVER IT!

Sorry, I’m listening to some old Ok Go as I write this.

The showcase went well, but I couldn’t really enjoy it because I felt as though Jack was breathing down my neck. I can’t wait to get back to Italy this summer. The dating process is so much different there.

I remember there was this one sexy man, Cosimo, who worked at this restaurant I always passed on my way to my favorite gelateria. One evening he finally stopped staring and tried talking to me, “Ciao! Come stai? Di dove sei? Sei italiana?”

(Translation: Hi, how are you? Where are you from? Are you Italian?)

I just laughed at him and said (in Italian), “I don’t speak Italian well. Do you speak English?” We exchanged hello’s and I walked away smiling. Got to keep them wanting more! But, then I got slick. Later that evening, I made reservations at his restaurant; one, because I was living alone and my new friends had already left back to their home countries.

I wore a tasteful low cut, blue, Grecian top and some nice jean shorts along with my gladiator sandals. My face was in the menu when he approached my table. He asked to sit down, and I found out he had the night off. Of course, I was pleased for the company. He said he had seen my reservation and wanted to surprise me. It was a romantic evening, and we talked about everything from music and politics to cinema and earthquakes. I miss those, warm, Italian summer evenings.

Anyway, I just realized, I’m late! I’m reminiscing and I’ve got to give a persuasive speech on the importance of sexual education in schools for my Communication final; and then I have to rush over to the Study Abroad office to give a presentation for some companies we’re trying to work with to give our students discounts at their institutions abroad.

At the very least, I’ve got a hot, professional outfit. I’m thinking I’ll wear this great yellow Nanette Lepore twist front blouse because it’s professional, but still looks young. It will go perfect with this black D&G pencil skirt I have and my black Salvatore Ferragamo sling-backs tie the whole look together. I’m not too worried about my speech and presentation. I think if I do mess up, my beautiful professional outfit will distract them.

The restaurant was GREAT! Well, at least the food was. My ruffled Miu Miu blouse caused a little jealously from a girl I wish I’d never met. I was sitting on the sidewalk patio with Jack talking, laughing and watching people pass by when a girl approached us. I noticed her off-white, silk Anthropologie dress and J. Crew leather riding-boots before I focused on her face. She was really pretty, but smiled meanly at me as she flipped her hair and turned her attention towards Jack.

I thought to myself, “Girrrrrl, I don’t need your approval to know I look hot, but your jealous glance speaks volumes.”

They spoke. I wasn’t really sure what the situation was, so I just smiled calmly at Jack and listened. I smiled (forcefully) as she walked away and put on an apron. She was a waitress at the restaurant! Jack looked at me and laughed a little. I laughed a little, too, out of both confusion and an attempt to avoid total awkwardness.

Apparently, she was he ex. I didn’t really find it funny. I nearly choked on my water. Why were we at a restaurant where his ex-girlfriend worked? I didn’t say this; I just looked back down at the menu. He rambled on and slipped that she had dumped him.

Things went down hill from there. He was nice, but I felt, almost, betrayed. No man takes a date to a restaurant where he knows his ex-girlfriend works, unless he a) wants to make his ex-girlfriend jealous out of bitterness of being dumped or b) wants to make his ex-girlfriend jealous out of some other type of bitterness. I felt ridiculous.

I didn’t kiss him goodnight. I’m not sure how I feel about the whole situation anymore. I was feeling pretty bummed about the whole thing until I woke up to a very lovely email this morning.

It was from Filippo, the guy I dated in Italy last summer. A guy that, had I stayed one more day in Italy, I would be madly in love with him. He’s 6’5’’, lean and muscular with curly brown hair, hazel eyes, and a chiseled jaw line. The thought of him still makes my knees weak.

The email was written in Italian. He asked when I was returning to Italy and if he could take me to dinner. Not only is he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, but he embodies all of the romanticism that is Italy.

Ok, so now I feel a little better. Especially because I AM going back to Italy for a month this summer, and though I will be living in a small city on the coast, I rented an apartment for a weekend in Firenze (aka Florence, Italy) where I lived last summer. This is why I love Italian men…they don’t mess around. I already have a date in Italy and I’m not leaving for a few more weeks!

Tonight, there is a formal event at my school for the film department. It’s a showcase of all the big alumni films that have impacted the film festival circuit. I’m a little weary because Jack will be there, but I’m going with my girlfriends so they’ll definitely distract me.

I’ve got this insanely sexy black and white Herve Leger dress that I probably want to do a few sit-ups before slipping into; but paired with my gladiator Gucci heels—Jack is going to die. Am I evil for wanting to make him jealous? I’m going to go ahead and say no because I want to wear this dress and it’s not my fault if anyone gets jealous.  Wish me luck! I’ll let you know how it goes!

Where did the weekend go? If there’s one thing my good guy friends have taught me, it’s that the weekend isn’t over until you’re back at work. That means…one more night to enjoy myself! I’m currently listening to Alphabeat whose hit, “10,000 Nights of Thunder,” reminds me of the first storm I experienced in Italy. I was sleeping, and I shot up out of bed, early in the morning, because the rain was hitting the tiled roof so hard I thought the world was ending. I opened the shutters, stuck out my hand, and saw tiles falling off the roof and pounding the parked vespas below. Despite this intense memory, it’s really a great song! You should check it out. It makes me really happy, and the main singer is adorable. (The music video is super cool and artsy! Check it out!)

So, I know you’re all wondering what happened with Jack yesterday. He didn’t tell me much when he called to get my address, but he wasn’t a second late from the time he told me he’d arrive. As we got into his car, I noticed his blue plaid shirt fit so nicely on him and the rolled sleeves and just a hint of his chest made him look so much more relaxed. He paired them with some Armani Exchange dark blue jeans and some white Jack Purcell’s. I LOVE the way this boy dresses!  I wish more men would take a hint and attempt more style.

We drove towards the freeway, which is when I realized we weren’t staying local. He complimented my Free People tunic and I knew I had made the right choice.

We drove up through Palos Verdes and parked close to the shore. He grabbed a bag from his trunk, and we walked a few steps to the rocky beach. (By this point, I decided to leave my gorgeous leather ankle boots in the car) He laid a blanket on a big flat rock and we sat down. He pulled out some nice cheeses, crackers, grapes, a baguette and some sparkling water from his bag. This felt like Italy to me. A handsome and romantic boy, a wonderful and simple lunch, a beautiful view, and intimate conversation. It couldn’t get more perfect…or so I thought.

We sat there and talked for I don’t know how long. And then, suddenly it was dusk. He helped me up and we walked along the big rocks to this small patch of sand with a larger rock centered in front of it.
“Come on,” he said.

He helped me up on top of it, where it’s flat top allowed for comfortable balance And, thank god! It’d be pretty awkward if I ate it off a boulder, into the ocean, on our first official date. He told me to close my eyes. Reluctantly, I closed them, not wanting to miss the sunset.

His hand slipped around my waist, and he told me to open my eyes. Immediately I saw it; the “green flash.” It’s so rarely seen. It occurs at sunsets when the last part of the sun disappears over the horizon. I was in awe.

He smiled at me, and then he kissed me!

Jack wants to take me to dinner tonight at Open Sesame, a chic Lebanese restaurant in Long Beach. I’ve heard great things, and I’m excited to try it. Now the serious issue…what to wear? I’ve got this great Miu Miu silk ruffled top that shows off my curves. I think I’ll pair them with some dark Rock and Republic jeans and my black leather ankle boots again. (Hey! I hardly wore them yesterday because we were on the beach) I’ll let you know how it goes! Ciao!

Could Jack be any more romantic?

I’d been looking out for him and was glad I had to sit at the entrance table taking tickets. My heart skipped a beat when he finally walked in. He wore a well-fitted black suit, white dress shirt, and a dark red paisley skinny tie. My red, Vera Wang, dress draped perfectly across my body and I was secretly happy that we matched. He looked like a million dollars; I felt like a million dollars. My boss was sitting right next to me and though she was distracted, Jack and I weren’t really able to talk. He disappeared and I spotted him across the room writing a note against the wall. I grinned and watched him head back in my direction. He reappeared and discreetly passed me a note. Of course, I smiled. My palms were starting to sweat which could have meant disaster for my dress if the problem spread. I excused myself to the restroom.

The ceremony was just beginning, which meant the restrooms were empty. I opened the crinkled paper that hopefully my sweaty palms hadn’t smeared.

“Gabriella,
Ever since I saw you sitting on the grass in that yellow dress I couldn’t shake your image from my mind. Seeing you up-close at the club last night—well, your beauty was breathtaking. I’d like to take you out tomorrow afternoon for a picnic, if you’re available. Slip me your phone number when I come out to ask you where the bathroom is.  —Jack”

Ok. What is this? A movie? I couldn’t have written a script more romantic than this. This guy is golden! I washed my hands and dried them thoroughly, grabbing some extra towels just in case. He came out just like he said he would, and I slipped him my phone number on the back of a ticket stub. I sat there daydreaming and was startled back into reality when my phone started to vibrate.

It was a text message, from Jack: “You look so beautiful tonight. I wish we could get out of here and go grab something greasier to eat than the dry chicken they’re serving. But, I‘m stuck.”

So, coffee didn’t happen that night, but it didn’t matter. I’d gotten lots of compliments on my dress, but the only compliment that really mattered to me was Jack’s.

Of course, I’m already thinking about tomorrow. I think I’ll wear this great Free People tunic. It flows like that yellow dress Jack remembers, and it’s got a great paisley print. It’s comfortable and the straps criss-cross over my back showing just enough skin. It’ll go perfectly with these great 6126 black leggings I picked up. As for shoes, I’m thinking my leather ankle boots from Florence will be perfect—just enough to make me feel like a true rock star. For added sex appeal I’ll wear my hair in a messy bun so my sexy back straps can be seen. Ah, the clock is ticking. I need to go to bed so tomorrow can come even quicker!

I love the feeling of being a night owl. Getting home late, (or rather, early in the morning) and sleeping until noon is what college days are made of. Seriously, good times! I have a few more hours of downtime, but tonight is another exciting night!

Yesterday at the club, before I could even spot him, that boy from my film class approached me! I knew that Marc Jacobs dress and my black L.A.M.B pumps would be an attention-getter!

When I saw him, I had to glance away I was smiling so hard. It was almost embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it. He was wearing fitted black Levi jeans with a white Gucci dress shirt, a skinny black tie and what looked like Armani loafers. I know: Man-fashion fantasy, anyone? I was almost at a loss for words when he approached me. A man with the confidence to wear a white Gucci dress shirt? And, to the club? Come on ladies, men need to know how much we love it when they show style.

The first words out of his mouth were about how stunning I looked. I couldn’t STOP smiling. Ten points for you, film boy, for noticing my style (his name is Jack by the way). We talked—or yelled, rather, due to the horrific level of the music. I found out Jack HAD noticed me first. Sometime last semester before I even knew him. He said he’d seen me sitting on the grass in the quad in an airy yellow sundress with gladiator sandals in the beginning of fall semester. I’d been playing guitar and singing with my friends, and he said he just couldn’t shake that image of me singing in that yellow dress. Kind of romantic, don’t you think? The power a single outfit can have over a man. I love it! It only encourages my obsession with fashion.

So, tonight is a formal event at my school for graduating students. While I’m not graduating this semester, I’m volunteering to sit elegantly at the front table and take tickets at the door. I love being the first person that everybody sees because not only do I get to see what everyone is wearing I get to take inventory on every cute guy there. Jack said his best friend is graduating this semester so he’ll be attending the formal dinner too. All the more reason for me to look my best!

At first I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make the same impression on Jack that I did last night. How could I possibly step it up after that sexy outfit? Then, I found the perfect dress! It’s a red, silk Vera Wang dress. It’s strapless with an empire waste and it falls just above the knee. The ruffles of the hemline are so romantic looking—I feel like I’m in a movie. It’s a burnt red so I think my classic Salvatore Ferragamo black pumps and some red lipstick will really tie the whole look together.

I can’t wait to see people’s reaction to this timeless dress, but more importantly I can’t wait to see Jack’s reaction. If I’m wearing a dress this hot, I can only hope for an excuse to go out somewhere afterwards and show it off; maybe an after-event coffee with Jack? With this dress, I know I’ll have the confidence to ask him. Plus, it would be funny to sit in a coffee shop in a dress like this—people would DEFINITELY notice my style!