Cosmopolitan Chica

"O, mistress mine, where are you roaming?

O, stay and hear; your true love's coming,

That can sing both high and low:

Trip no further, pretty sweeting;

Journeys end in lovers meeting

Every wise man's son doth know"

- William Shakespeare-

I woke up my first morning in Holland with a complete stranger.

Ha ha - that got your attentions, didn't it?! Mind out of the gutter, people! He was the passenger next to me! And no, we weren't - not together, at least, members of the mile high club. (Even the business class toilets aren't big enough!). Yes, the powers that be were incredibly generous with flying me out on business. What truly was the start to my new life was the pretty boy trolly dolley asking me ("Madam"!) "Would you care for champagne?"

Would I! Hah, a new start, is it not? Try all things new (not pot or porn, I don't do either, nor will I bring back with me either, so consider all those requests rejected.). I toasted to my new life, and sat back for my new adventure.

I cannot put down in words (yes, even me!) how amazing this whole experience has been - right down to Il Divo performing by the beach on a FREE concert my first weekend here. Those who know where to find it, I've posted the pictures up, and for once, I need to let something else do the talking for me.

I simply cannot do the boys justice. And to think, barely 6 months ago, I was devastated at not being able to see them in concert, although I had the luck of meeting them in person. While Seb didn't look as good as I remembered, Urs stunned me into speechlessness.

And that's really saying something!

My first week so far has been eventful to say the least - but I think the perfection is over with my brand new laptop screen being broken. I don't know how or why, but I hope they fix it. I write this through literally, a cracked glass, so be kind to typos - I can't exactly spell check!

I have a huge meeting tomorrow, with the main man of where I currently work, and since I don't talk about work anyway, I'll just give you the run down of my new (male) colleagues. First, there's this Kiwi guy who I've spent most of my time with - he's very sweet, overly obliging, and has been there every step of the way for me. Either he's the kind who jumps up at the new girl, or he's just that genuinely kind.

I think its the latter, though it could also be because I'm taking over his portfolio so he may just have to as its his job! Now he's not the kind of guy I'd really be attracted to in the first place. Very much like Mr. Perfect, the pure goodness bores me to the quick.

We already get on like a house on fire, and I can see us being really good friends. Someone I can turn to in times of trouble, a shoulder to cry on when the Bad Boy I inevitably fall for inevitably breaks my heart. I know its a vicious cycle, just like I also know its in my power to change it.

I made CJ a promise before I left KL, and I want to give it a try. I never make promises I don't keep. I promised her I'd give the good guys a try. Kiwi, by anyone's definition,is, a good guy. And he's not at all bad looking - though shorter than my usual type, he's got blond-ish almost golden ginger hair and unusual amber-coloured eyes. I think its safe to say my sister and my girl cousins would approve.

I thought of CJ, I thought of missed chances with Mr. Perfect and Mr. Darcy, all for the likes of obviously not good for me men like Rex and Dr. Dish. As I sat across from Kiwi, who was stressing a point in enthusiasm, I thought to myself - if he asks me out, I'd say yes.

Then within my eye-line walked by this stunning tanned creature - also shorter than my usual types, but with devastatingly big twinkling eyes, a cheeky smile and Dimples. God, he was tanned in that rosy kind of way that just makes a girls heart melt.

And before you could say Kiwi who, this girl was sunk.

Kiwi and I are still mates, but the quest is to hunt Dimples down and bag him.

There are a few other players in this new life of mine. Two frenchmen - one sweet quiet one who looks like Adrian Grenier (same dreamy eyes, kissable lips, just totally shy in a frustrating way) who I share an office with, and a more confident Gallic one, who unfortunately, looks like Quasimodo's better looking older brother.

But he's got a personality that makes up for it, so watch this space too!

And that, so far, has been my last 48 hours! The place is crawling with head turners and people I'd only ever read about or seen in the news or papers, so I'm still very much overwhelmed by it all.

Will have more for you soon. Hope you're well, and not missing me too much :P