Bob 10 (Experienced or Inexperienced?)

I started to think about this when one of my friends recently confessed to me he’s never had sex, and if you see him you’d expect him to be the biggest man whore ever! I was surprised and happy at the same time because if guys like him are still “good boys” then I think there’s still hope for me to marry that guy who’ll be a virgin.

When I was like 16, I was describing to one of my friends the guy I wanna marry. He had to be tall, tanned, hot, and sweet and he’d be a virgin. At that time I really believed that guys don’t do it, because you know its against our religion and everything, I mean its pushing it to the extreme. However, that friend broke my bubble and was laughing her ass off when I told her that. I was confused, because I didn’t really ask for something bizarre. She told me.

“Your living in this fantasy world that guys don’t have sex, well let me break to you honey, every guy in the country had sex and if you find one that hasn’t he’s probably retarded.” I couldn’t look at guys the same anymore, I just concluded that every guy I see is a “dirty boy”.

After that little info that changed how I saw men, I started thinking, do I wanna be married to someone who’s experienced in that field or someone who’s just like me new to it all?

The great thing about me not being his first would be that he’d know his way around and knows what turns a girl on. Nevertheless, he’d probably compare me with every girl he’s been and I’d feel the need to work really hard to be the best he’s ever had.

But if I was his first and probably his only, he’d never compare me with anyone else and I wouldn’t question my abilities. However, it does have its disadvantages because we’d both be new to it all and we’d need the 101 on everything. Then again, practice makes perfect.

Gonna Find Love Again - Summer 2008 (Part 2)

Hello my dear sexy readers.

I know that the post isn't so long but I've been so busy and I

didn't want to keep you guys waiting for any longer, so glt a short post is better than nothing right? :x

love you guys! :*

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To: Fahad

Thank you baby, t3al you didn’t tell me are you guys still staying at the intercontinental?

From: Fahad

Laa were staying at the Grand Hyatt, ma7a9lna 7ajeez

I was kind of devastated that we weren’t staying at the same hotel but the hotels were like neighbors that it wasn’t such a big deal. I couldn’t stop smiling; this was definitely going to be the best holiday ever. Just thinking about Fahad puts a smile on my face. We finally find a taxi to take us to the hotel.

Grandma: feegathoom, ma7a9loo taxi a9’3ar ysawoona.

Auntie: yoma weeh ila dgeegtain oo bnw9al ilfonde8 inshallah.

I always laugh when grandma starts nagging about anything around us, she just does it in the funniest way and uses funny words. Sighs.

We check in and get our rooms; I had my own room at a different floor because there weren’t any available rooms together. I went to my room and my luggage was already there, it was pretty dark already and so I get into the shower cause I felt pretty dirty from the pollution in this city.

I wrap a towel around me and leave the toilet; I look at my phone and no new message or any miss calls. So I decide to call him, I missed him so much. I miss his voice and everything about him.

Me: HEEEEELLLOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Fahad: baaal! Ishfeech it9ar5een?

Me: madrii bas wayed mstansa oo wa7shtnii

Fahad: 7bebti, inti w7ashtnii akthar, I miss having you in my arms

Me: 9jj? Inzain imagine me in your arms right now and were just in the most comfortable position and we never wanna leave.

Fahad: galbi inti

Me: 7bebii int!

Fahad: oo b3ad inty shno labsa?

Me: oh oh oh bdaaina!

Fahad: Yallah 3ad, you gotta give a guy a little.

Me: Well right now, I’m wearing nothing but my towel. Is that good enough?

Fahad: More than enough.

Me: Inzain oo b3ad?

Fahad: Your head on my chest and my legs wrapped around yours.

Me: Hmmm …

We stayed silent for several minutes, I was thinking of what we were talking about, how good it would feel to be in his arms, feeling safe and loved. I really wanted to be with him, and when I say be with him, I mean just with him nothing sexual. I imagined him playing with my hair and my hands on his strong muscular thighs. I snapped out of that after another few minutes.

Me: FAAAAAHHHHAAAAD!! FAAAAHHHHAAAD! FAHAD! Are you there baby? I CAN’T HEAR YOU? FAAHHAAD.

Fahad: HAAA? Ishfeech 9arg3teeni! Ishfeech? Ish9aar?

Me: wala shay 7bebii

Fahad: ishfeech chii it9ar5een. And I was in a peaceful mood, 5arbtii the mood kila.

Me: okay 5ala9 3ayal bye

Fahad: laish bye?

Me: cause apparently a5reeb ilmood so yallah bye.

Fahad: Nelly tadreen ana makan 89dii chii

Me: ha 3ayal shnoo 89dik?

Fahad: wallah madrii ishkaan 89dii bas I don’t want you to hang up babe.

Me: silent

Fahad: Your giving me the silent treatment a7een?

Me: silent

Fahad: Nelly, ya a7la Nelly ibhadnya. Yallah walla tz3leen

Me: ana mob z3lana

Fahad: itg9een 3ala mno inti? I know your upset baby I wallah I didn’t mean anything by what I said and I take back everything and you know what, bkra I’ll make it up to you when we go out.

Me: were going out?

Fahad: eeh akeed we are.

Me: wain bnrooo7?

Fahad: Let that be a surprise baby.

Me: YAAAAY! I can’t wait.

Fahad: I can’t wait to see your face again. Magdar afargeech hal gad.

Me: 9j?

Fahad: eeh 9j. ikfaya you chftich ‘6hrich youm d5alt kan fee 5a6rii almeech. Baby I’ve missed you so much its unbelievable.

The Girl xx

Gonna Find Love Again - Summer 2008 (Part 1)

Here's the new post, its not too short or too long. I hope you guys enjoy it. :x The post is dedicated to all my great readers! :*:*

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I could not believe summer was finally here, Fahad and I would talk on a daily basis, and our conversations would consist of debating about god knows what, flirty comments, a few little hot sexy conversation here and there. I realized everyday how much I was lucky to have him, of course I wouldn’t tell him that 3shan mayekbar rasa 3alay. Anyways, it was already mid-July andfinally the day we’d leave and travel was here. It was the summer where we left to Thailand and let me tell you, I love Bangkok, I was so excited to leave it was unbelievable. I went with my grandmother and little aunt, it was the first time I travel with them but I knew I’d have a blast because they are both hilarious people.

I couldn’t wait to touchdown in Bangkok; I couldn’t wait to see all the gorgeous hot 5aleeji’s coming for holiday there, I couldn’t wait to go crazy shopping, I couldn’t wait to eat French fries from Mcdonalds. There was so much I was looking forward to, I just adore it there and mostly I couldn’t wait to get that gorgeous sun kissed tan for all my friends to see.

We got into the airplane at 8 am in the morning and I was so tired, barely had any make-up on. We had to land in Dubai first and from there go to Bangkok. I started looking at the list of movies, since it was a 7-hour flight. I finally agreed to watch the Notebook, since I was in the mood for a romance movie. We landed in Dubai and we had to wait inside the airplane for an hour. I was sitting alone at the front row because my aunt couldn’t leave my grandma all by herself. I looked out the window and a bus with a bunch of people approaching our plane. Oho, I looked like shit I didn’t want any hot guy or any one to see my like this. People started taking their seats and finally the airplane was going to take off. I wanted to take a peek at who entered the plane, maybe one hot emaratii I could just stare at and drool over.

I wanted to go to the toilet but I didn’t want to go to the one in front, I really wanted to see who was behind me, I felt the place was packed and so I was intrigued. I stood up and made my way to the back, I was too shy to look at anyone, my head was down. Jeez Nelly, really? Like really? Couldn’t even take a damn peek?

I waited for the toilet since it was busy; I really needed to go to the toilet. What’s taking this person so long? I look left and right and try to spot someone decent, uff I can only see the back heads of everyone. Finally the person who was occupying the toilet opened the door, my head was down the whole time and so I put my head up. And my face was in shock! Now guess who it was? Seriously? Drum rolls please!

FAHAD!

I know, can this scene be any gayer; I mean why the hell is he here? And why didn’t he tell me? I starred at him again to make sure that it was really him, and it was. I really felt like I was in a cliché movie, I pinched myself to see if this was real or I was just dreaming. OUCH!

Oh this was no dream, it was pretty damn real, I just looked at him and he had that smile on his face.

Fahad: Nelly? Shtsween ihni?

Me: Your asking me ana shaswii ihni? This is my plane! I told you I was going at this time and this date. A7een fehamt youm ts2lnii about my flight number, inzain shola matgooli??

Fahad: Knt abii afaj2ich?

Me: Are you here by yourself?

Fahad: la la akahii ilwalad m3ay, oo wld 3amii oo ilwalad ihnak fee Bangkok mnn isboo3

Me: Y3ni you knew this whole time that you were gona be in Bangkok for the summer and you didn’t tell me?

Fahad: eeh, ana 6ool ilwakt mstanes inch btjeen Bangkok.

Me: inzain roo7 ig3ad fee your seat oo ana baroo7 il7amam oo ba6la3 oo basaleem 3ala umik

I went to the toilet and did my business. I looked at myself in the mirror, I need to put something on my face, and it was so pale and looks very tired. I knew I should’ve slept last night instead of pulling an all-nighter. I left the toilet and was looking for Fahad and I found him and his mom sitting next to him. I approach them and go say hi to her.

Me: Hala 5altii

Um Fahad: Hala 7bebtii, sh’hal mofaja2ah il7ilwa

I blush, since I didn’t know what to reply.

Me: sha5brich 5altii?

Um Fahad: il7emdiallah b5air, inti sh5barich? Oo mabrook 3al t5arooj

Me: tmam il7emdiallah, allah ybareek feech.

I blush some more and I can see Fahad next to her laughing his ass off at me.

Me: 5ala9 5altii ba5leekom. T2mroon 3ala shay?

Um Fahad: laa 7bebtii ila salamtich.

I glance at Fahad and give him a smile and go back to my seat.

I couldn’t believe Fahad’s here, it was so hard to wrap my head around the idea. How long is he gona be there for? Is he here for me? I don’t think so; he’s here with his family. I don’t really care, aham shay he’s here and he’s gona be in Bangkok, yaaaiiy.

I glanced at my aunt and grandma; they were so deep in their sleep.

I continued to watch the notebook, after it love actually, followed by continuous episodes of friends. I was in the best mood ever and no one can ruin it for me. The flight attendant announced that we’re descending and so I got out of my seat to take off my 3abaya and I grabbed my make-up bag with me.

I went inside the toilet; yes my whole life was revolved around me being in toilets. Anyways, I started to apply some make-up, not so much though so it doesn’t seem so obvious that something’s different. I take off my 3abaya and play with my hair it was pretty poofy so I tied it in a ponytail and left the toilet. I opened the door and made my way to my seat. I walked slowly and I can see that Fahad was staring from the tip of my eye. Sighs, or maybe I was imagining that happens sometimes too.

I sat at my seat and looked at the window and saw Thailand or something that looks like land so I just assumed it was Bangkok since that was our destination. We finally landed and first thing I do is turn on my phone.

3 new messages

From: Haya

I overslept! Knt abii aklmich before you leave!

From: Jazi

Il7edmallah 3al salama mo8adaman!

From: Fahad

You look sexy. ;)

The Girl xx

Bob 9 (Love Happens)

Yes, I'm finally back and found sometime to writing something. I've missed my blog and missed every single person who constantly comments and reads all most posts :*

I thought I'd start my first post with a bob and then hopefully by tomorrow or the day after a new post for my story will be posted and let me tell you, it'll be one hell of a post ;p, hopefully, inshallah.

So I was in class bored to death and so I start youtubing what new movies are going to come out and I come across this movie that made me get major goosebumps. I love romance movies, always tend to put me in the best mood and makes me believe that there's someone out there for me. I know what I just said cannot be anymore cliche, but I live for cliches.

Anyways here's the trailer, Jennifer Aniston stars in it and let me know what you guys think.

LOVE HAPPENS

Did I mention that I've missed you guys so much, well I do and I hope you guys didn't forget about me O=)

Hiatus (I'll be right back)

Hello my sexy ass readers. 

Did I tell you that I love you guys, like a lot? Anyhoo, I'm not gona be posting anything for about a week, hopefully less. Just wanted to keep you guys informed. =) 

The Girl xx

Gonna Find Love Again (Part 27)

This post is dedicated to my love bug Aphrodite. Love you to death gorgeous.

Do enjoy the post ;*;* (Ps. I love every person who comments on

my story, cause wallah they all always put a smile on my face!)

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I kept staring at him, my hands were

still crossed and I tried to give a straight face, so he feels bad.

Fahad: Yallah get in.

I stayed quiet and just kept on staring at him, he looked at me straight in the eye, we had a few seconds of just staring at each other and he gave me that smirk and I couldn't help but smile.

Fahad: fdaaaaaait hal ibtsama, doom inshallah

I put my head down and in a very very low shy tone, I say.

Me: weeyak inshallah *face turns red*

Fahad: y5ttttiiii wallah ityanen!

I make my way to the car, openthe door and see a pink flowers on the passenger seat, it was those flowers that are very small and you find a lot in your garden. Well I've seen a lot of them.

Me: haay shu?

Fahad: What does it seem to you? a bomb?

Me: sa5eef! mnn wain jeebta?

Fahad: on my way back to you

Me: Can you be anymore cliche?

Fahad: Yes I can actually, you want me to write you a poem too?

Me: No this will do. Thing is I live for cliches

Fahad: aham shay you like it Nelly.

Me: Of course I do baby, it's from you.

Fahad: Inzain yallah get in, it pretty hot outside.

I get in the car and close the door and he starts driving. I play with my hair and look out the window, everything seemed so beautiful. I had no idea where we were and I was the type of person that knows every road in the country. Suddenly I feel something warm grabbing my hand, I turn and see Fahad holding it and he gives it a soft kiss and keeps holding my hand. I give him a big smile and he responds the same way and then our fingers intervene and I felt so safe. Right there with him.

I wanted to stay there forever, just like that. I knew I couldn't, I had to call the damn driver to come get me. So I do and tell him to come pick me up from the same place he dropped me.

Fahad: laaish you called him? twa badrii

Me: Fahad, I can't, lazem areed ilbait. Bas can we go to the mcdees abii ice cream boo riyal.

Fahad: Inshallah

We eventually get to mcdees and I take my order and Fahad didn't order anything. I started licking my ice cream, and I can see his eyes on me. It was so funny, problem is I was probably making him laugh. Then guess what I do, since I'm so clumsy, the ice cream drips on my blouse.

Me: Kila mn 3ainik! itha kan fee 5a6rik chan you ordered

Fahad: It didn't look so good then but seeing you have it, I wanted it too.

Me: basik, hold this, let me clean my blouse.

I give him my ice cream and clean my blouse with the tissue, I tried to get most of it but it needs some more cleaning. I turn to take my ice cream back, ila its not there.

Me: wain my ice cream?

Fahad: madrii wallah

Me: faaaaaaahhhaaad!

Fahad: I couldn't help but eat it. Please lat3a9been.

Me: ufff, fine! this time ba5aleeha tmshii

We finally arrived at xx place and I gave him a wave and paced my way to the car in a hurry cause I didn't wanna be late even more. The whole way home, I was thinking about him. I couldn't help but thinking about him, I was so happy to have him in my life. I finally arrived home and went straight to my room, changed into my pjays and got into bed.

I always have to look at my mobile before I sleep and so I do, I see two messages.

One new message.

From: Fahad

You don't understand how happy I was today and still am. kalmeni gabel matnameen

One new message.

From: Hamad

Can't stop thinking about you since last night.

Dear god, really? Y3ni does Hamad have a radar when I'm happy and trying to move on, he sends a message like that. I wasn't sure if I was gona reply to him or not, cause I still had some feelings for him, I dunno I was really confused back then. I got comfortable in bed and called Fahad.

Fahad: Hala o'3ala

Bob 8 ( The addiction we have for dirty hot messages)

An example of a girl and guy dirty texting. (Ps. It usually gets worse than this.)

Boy: You looked so sexy in that dress you had on the other night. I wanted so much to take it off you and run my fingers all over naked body.

Girl: 7bebi, it makes so hot when you say that. I want you, now.

Boy: Tadreen ina loo inti m3ay ihni chan magdar amseek nafsi.

Girl: Hmmm ..

Boy: Abii bosa.

Girl: laaa

Boy: Yallah 3mrii, I miss the taste of those lips

Girl: Ast7ii

Boy: fdaaaaait ili tst7ii ana, Give my your lips and I'll do all the work.

Girl: Okay.

Boy: Garbii

Girl: Garabt

Boy: b3ad izyada

Girl: akanii garabt b3ad

Boy: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmwwwwwwwwaaa777.

Girl: Hmmm ..

Boy: i wanna taste you

Girl: :$

Boy: Abii amee9 ilsanich

Girl: Ma3arf

Boy: inti 6al3eli iyah

Girl: akaah baby.

Boy: aaa55, it tastes so good! mmmmm ..

I can go on forever, but let's not make this bob into a prono. So I was laying in bed all alone thinking, looking through my messages and I had a void for hot messages. I mean it's not like I had a million guys sending me them, I actually just had one. I miss him but I miss those messages even more. I know it's weird, however I don't think I'm the only one that feels like this. I bet a lot of girls do, I'm just more open about it I guess. I read in a magazine once, its the best way to turn the heat in your relationship.

I mean I do enjoy getting them when it's from the guy I love, it's meaningless when its a random guy or someone you don't feel so deeply attracted too. Also the thing that made the dirty messages more hotter and more valuable is that it was from someone special that deeply cared about me and didn't see me as a piece of meat.

I prank called someone once, it was random and childish. Anyways, he was a very peverted man, though I didn't know that at that time, it was just for a laugh. Throughout the 10 minute phone call he kept on saying stuff like, "amoot 3ala ili wara", "aaa55 iw9feeli jsmich" or "fdait jsmich". It was disgusting, like really. However if that came from someone I wanted and loved, it might have thrilled me a little. Point is, dirty messages are an addiction, I don't know if its just me or others feel the same way.


Ps. The messages between a the guy and girl are random, I made them up.

Bob 7 (Why do we let guys affect us so much?)

I was watching an episode from Sex and The City for over the 3rd time maybe? I can never get bored of the show. Point it is, Miranda the red head said something that made me think.

"We can feel totally good about our-selves.....and then it all goes out the window if the guy doesn't mirror it back to us."

That really made me question myself, how many times have I let a guy bring down my self esteem? And if so, why do I let a guy have that much influence on me? I'm not saying all girls let guys affect them that much, but most girls do. I, myself gave the advantage to a guy once, and I made him control how my day would be, if he was all nice to me and gave me a small bite of his attention, I'd be in the best mood ever! Hyper, happy, smiley, funny and so on. But there would be the days, which were most days, where he didn't give me much interest, now god forbid someone would talk to me, I'd be all moody, depressed, sad, mad you name it. It took me ages to realize that the guy didn't care about me as much as I did for him and it made me real sad, but why? Why can't we be like men and couldn't careless, why do we have to go and say "oh I bet it cause I looked really bad today", "He doesn't like girls like me, no guy is ever interested in me." or "I'm really ugly that's why he's not interested."

Why should we feel bad about who we are, just because one guy is not interetsed. We should face the fact, that not every guy in the small world we live in will be interested in us, and we shouldn't blame ourselves for that, it'a probably because were just not his type. It's normal. Us girls need to feel good about ourselves and not let anyone take that from us.