Hair Extensions

I'm definitely do not consider myself a hair extension guru, my opinions are based on my own experience and what does and does not work for me:

I cut my hair short 9 months ago because I was joining the Air Force Reserve and I figured I should cut it and style it in a cute way before they give me a butch cut at boot camp. I ended up donating my 11 inches of hair to Locks of Love. Basically, I did that for no reason because Dave made me quit the Air Force when I met him because he didn't want me gone for long periods of time. I wanted my long hair back.

I went to Atlanta to have my hair extensions done for the first time by this girl named Kamil. I love her name. I've decided to name my daughter Kamila Belle like the actress except with a 'K' and one 'L'. Anyway, I made the mistake of telling her that it was my first time having extensions done so she suggested that I do Fusion extensions, like the celebrities. Fusion extensions are 20 strands of hair held together at the end with a small ball of wax that gets melted onto the root of your existing hair. That sounded time consuming, painful, expensive and permanent so she then suggested I get a weave since I want the option to take it out easily. She leaves the hair on my crown, the hair framing my face and the hair on the nape of my neck, free so I can tie it up if I want to. She then braids the rest of my hair up in thick half inch cornrolls. At this point, I'm kind of weary about the whole situation because I did a little research about weaves and this wasn't how I pictured it. She continues to sew on like 10 tracts of hair and SIX HOURS LATER, I paid her $300 and went on my way. The entire night and rest of the next day, I had headaches, my scalp felt itchy, pulled and sore, I looked like I had a face lift done. It especially hurt near the temples of my head. I return home to Florida.

Dave picked me up from the airport, he didn't say anything about my long hair. When we got home, he tried to touch my hair while we were kissing and I kept pushing his hand away because the braids felt like a lumpy helmet on the back of my head and it made me really uncomfortable as I thought about what was going through his mind. Dave offered to help me take it off and after a few hours, I decided that I would rather have ugly short hair than live in misery for the sake of vanity. We stayed up until 2AM yanking out the stitches with nose hair clippers and unbraiding my frizzy hair. I looked like a lion when we finished and my scalp was so sore. I used half a bottle of conditioner in the shower.

The next day, I decided to try again so I went to a local hair salon that does hair extensions. This time, I was very vocal about what I wanted and didn't let them do what they thought was best. I told her I wanted five tracts and I want the braids to be ultra thin and to not go above my ears. I wanted her to braid a row, sew on the hair, cover it with a layer of my real hair and repeat. She did exactly as I asked and it only cost $75 this time. Lesson learned, do research on everything before you have it done.

My hair done the right way. It's curled here but I usually wear it straight:

Alana, you have my heart.

This weekend turned out to be a blast! On the way to Tampa, Dave and I made fun of Jason the whole time. He's currently dating this unattractive billionaire named Michelle. Her father invented the hip replacement. They've been dating for six months and still haven't had sex. On their first date, she flew him in her private jet to the Bahamas for lunch. He's disgusted by her looks but he doesn't want to pass up the opportunity to marry her. Anyway, we got to 2001 Odyssey around 7:30 and there were only three other patrons in the club. We all got a Coke since they didn't serve alcohol. What I love about this club is it's smoke free so when I left, I didn't smell like an ash tray. The first dancer we see is a long-curly-haired blonde with tan, toned legs, tattoos on her bikini line and a tramp stamp, blue eyes with cat eyeliner, natural breasts and a Hollywood wax. She resembled a white Shakira or Debi Nova (I posted a Debi Nova video below). Dave puts $3 on the table and she comes over. He tells her this visit is for me. I smile. She smiles, leans over and kisses my neck. My hands shake as I fold $2 dollars over her g-string. Dave holds a dollar up and asks for her name.

Stripper: I'm Alana.
Dave: How does it work here?
Stripper: $25/dance, $200 for the private room + tip
Dave: Come see us when you're done.

Once she finished her song on stage, she escorted us to the spaceship room on the third floor. We pay the lady at the desk $200 and sit. Her skin was super soft and smelt like coconut and lavender. We touched each other everywhere and kissed a few times as Dave watched. I wasn't wearing a bra so she felt me up. She was excited that my boobs were like hers. Her lips were full and soft like clouds. She said she was looking for a girlfriend. She liked my "exotic" look. "Too bad you're taken, I get off at 1" she says with a smile. After 30 minutes, we tip her $50 and go back downstairs and watch a few more girls dance. As we're about to leave for dinner, she gives me her number.

Bern's Steak House was amazing. I had the 1.5" filet mignon with a baked potato with only butter. It came with a caesar salad and french onion soup. Since it was Friday night, the place was packed and dinner ended up taking two and half hours. At dinner, we planned to get a hotel at the W but when we finished eating, we were so tired, we decided to just go home. Alana was exciting but like I said, I don't want to have to pay someone for my first experience with a girl. We will probably come back to Tampa in a month or two to visit Mons Venus since we didn't get the chance to.

The next day, Dave and I spent most of the day laying by the pool sipping pina coladas. We left around 4pm and sold another puppy to some 20 year old girl. I really hope she knows to keep the puppy away from her baby, especially when she starts to grow bigger than the infant. That's a disaster waiting to happen. We bathed the puppy and packed a small bag of food.



Afterwards, we went to a strip club in Melbourne called Bare Assets. Totally lame. I got a dance from two girls; Ruby, a petite curvy short-haired platinum blonde and Sophie, a freakishly tall but gorgeous brunette with everything pierced. Ruby didn't make a lot of contact when she danced. She said she's been working there three years but her moves didn't show that. She had fake boobs. It's the first time I've ever felt fake boobs and they were HARD. Sophie was an amazing lapdancer and she had the perfect body with small but natural boobs. She had her nipples pierced ...ouch. After three beers we decided to leave and get some Cuban food. Dave and I both ordered ropa vieja with yellow rice, black beans and sweet plantinos. It was really tasty, especially with habanero sauce. We stopped by FairVilla Megastore and bought $500 worth of kinky leather accessories, mesh lingerie, crotchless lace panties, girl-on-girl blu-rays, a french tickler whip, a Little Red Riding Hood costume and other random things that I can't remember. I also bought two brazilian bikinis in white and hot pink.

It was a fun-packed weekend. Now that I'm finished with this blog, reality has set in and I have to start packing for my trip to Atlanta. My flight leaves in a few hours. I have a bunch of school work I have to do before midnight that I put off during my Florida strip club spree. Dave gave me $1,500 to spend in Atlanta so I'm going to have to budget when it comes to shopping this week. I'll probably end up giving most of it to my mom since she got laid off and is tight on money right now. I can't wait to see my family and friends!

Dolluh Dolluh Bills

Big Bear and I are going to a strip club tonight with his douche bag, best friend, Jason. We went two weeks ago to Lido's in Cocoa Beach and that ended in disaster. Imagine sitting there with your man while someone he used to sleep with is dancing topless in front of you. Anyway, this time we're driving two hours to Tampa, strip club capital of the world. Hopefully we don't bump into anyone he knows that will get me jealous and ruin the night. Or even worse would be if we ran into my ex sugar daddy, Frankie. He was the very first guy I ever went on a sugar daddy date with and he was awesome! If it weren't for his hospitality, I would have probably stopped going on sugar daddy dates and consequently, would have never met Dave. Frankie was one of my favorites because he was metro, so he took his time to get ready and he LOVED shopping and going to trendy restaurants and laying out by the pool and he knew everyone in Tampa. His son was closer to my age and really smokin' HOT and also successful but he was taken by some Chinese girl that worked at Hooters (ew). Anyway, Frankie was really down to earth and because his kids were grown and he retired so early, he was a lot of fun and he had all the time and money to devote to me. If you're ever in Tampa and you see a tall, tan Italian dude in an orange hummer, that's him! The only thing I hated about him was when I decided to stop seeing him (he kept pressuring me to move in with him and be exclusive and I was not ready for that), I had forgotten some dresses (that I loved and were irreplacable) at his house and he refused to give them back.

So back to tonight's plans; we're going to visit Mons Venus and 2001 Odyssey. I want to have dinner at Bern's Steak House (they have the largest steakhouse wine cellar). I've had dessert there with Frankie but I haven't tried their world famous steak. It turns Dave on when I show interest in girls so he's buying me a few lap dances at the club. One of my goals to accomplish before I die is to have a bisexual experience. I want to know I didn't miss out on anything. However, there are stipulations like, she can't be an escort or stripper and she has to be blonde. Blondes are so much fun! I tend to attract blondes. Every best friend I've ever had has been the blonde bombshell that every guy at school wanted to get with. I've never had the guts to sacrifice our friendship and make a move on any of them but one day, with enough alcohol, I will. If Big Bear sticks around and keeps me interested, I'll probably let him watch.

I'm about to leave to find something to wear tonight. I was thinking:

Addiction

I'm officially addicted to blogging. I spent three hours yesterday posting a blog and reading other people's blogs. Not a good habit to get into with finals around the corner. Before I moved in with Dave, I had a 9-5 job with an amazing work ethic. Now that getting up in the morning is optional, it's much harder to stay focused. I need to get impeccable grades this semester to get into Rollins College. Not a very good college but it's the best private education Florida has to offer. Right now, I'm taking online classes at a community college. I never thought my life would come to this but I guess that's what happens when you choose to move somewhere on a whim.

Dave's court case was postponed yesterday. That put him in a bad mood. When he got home, I gave him an hour long massage and then whispered in his ear all the things I love about him. He better enjoy it while it lasts because once I become an attorney, he won't be seeing much of me.

We've been talking a lot about kids lately. I think he is trying impregnate me. He says our baby would be very good looking and intelligent. I keep telling him to prescribe me birth control but he always says he'll do it in the morning and then forgets. This happened four times. I guess I'm not that worried about it. As many times as we've done it and I'm still not pregnant, one of us must be sterile. Then again, my negligence will probably come back to bite me.





The implant I'm talking about is something Dave wants to get when he's too old to get it up lol and Ana Elizabeth is what I would name a girl if I had one. If I had a son, I would probably name him Bartholomew or Xavier or something that would get him made fun of; payback for not being a girl. Anyway, I'm not ready for a kid. I just turned 20. If I had one, starting at age six, he/she would be neglected as I try to build my career. Either that or I would stay at home to raise him/her and never accomplish my dreams.

After the massage, we went to dinner at a family-owned Italian restaurant. It was very romantic and the food tasted authentic. It reminded me of my favorite Italian restaurant in my hometown on Long Island. The waitress overcharged Dave for everything. We looked at the menu on the way out and confirmed it. I guess that is what happens when you take a much younger, dressed up girl out to dinner. People assume you have money.

Anyway, I'm going to go to the library and study until my brain melts.

Procrastination

Today Big Bear (a.k.a. Dave) is going to court in Orlando. He was looking so sexy in his suit. Yummy! I rarely see him outside of anything but scrubs or running short and this T-shirt he got when he visited Cambodia. I wonder why he likes it so much. He lost his virginity to a Cambodian girl when he was 17. Maybe that's why... Anyway, He is currently in a Chapter 11 bankruptcy. Before I met him, he was worth five million. He invested a lot of that in building subdivisions in central Florida. Then the real estate market went under along with everything else during the recession. Fortunately, he's main income is from the hospital so we are still able to live comfortably. When he first told me that he is bankrupt, I didn't really know what a bankruptcy entailed. It just means his credit is ruined and he has to pay them $3k/month over the next five years or something like that. It kinda sucks that he isn't a millionaire anymore but at least he makes over half a million a year from his day job. We thoroughly go over his finances every month because he has to make a budget report for the bankruptcy people. He spends every dollar he makes ($40k/month after taxes). We tried to come up with ways we could cut costs so he could start saving for other things like a new house, car, our wedding, retirement, etc. but we couldn't. That blows my mind. Before I moved in with him, I made $2,500/month and that covered all my bills (car payment, rent, utilities, food). If I wanted anything special, it was gifted to me from some guy that I was dating at the time. Dave always says that he doesn't know how people who make under $50k a year live. A lot of his spending is unnecessary to me, like the $6k/month alimony to his ex-wife. We spend an average of $5k/month on travel. I guess that could be saved. He spends at least $1,500 on maintaining his pets; six dogs, five cats, nine puppies, four chickens, nine ducks, five geese, three guinea pigs, a swan and a goat. I guess we could downsize and eat at home more often. Sigh, at least we still have each other. I can't believe we've only been together seven months now and we're already engaged, living together, planning a life together, even after everything that happened. It's surreal.

He completes me. I don't think I could live without him. On the other hand, I sometimes wonder what my life would be like if I didn't say yes. I was only a sugar baby for a few months before I settled and honestly, I was having a blast! Five star hotels, flying to a different place every three days, not having his three screaming kids constantly asking me questions, having time to myself, going out with my friends. I wonder if I will regret my decision five years from now as I pass my prime and miss out on opportunities to have fun and be single. No one believes that we will make it, "there's too much of an age difference," "what you think you want now will change when you're 25 just like how they've changed since you were 15," "you will lose patience after dealing with his baggage," etc. We had an episode last week when we went to a strip club and ran into this dancer that he used to bump uglies with. Ugh, gross! Strippers are only supposed to be for looking at! I was mad at him for days. His ex-wife is constantly texting him nonsense. It doesn't help that sugar daddies from my past still contact me too. It won't surprise me if one of these days, we're going to fight and in a moment of weakness I will surrender to the temptation of the sugar baby life again. I truly hope that love will conquer all. I've talked to him about how I feel about his correspondence with his ex so we'll see what happens.

In other news, my Kat von D True Romance Shadow Palette in Ludwig broke. I was hovering it above my sink and it slipped off my hand. Advice for anyone who is considering buying this: too fragile, so keep it stationary. Make up critics should start testing durability for us readers too.



I needed a red lipstick so I went to Nordstrom and picked up one by YSL in Rouge and a YSL lipliner pencil in #1. It smells like cherries and it goes on smooth and glossy. The cap has a small mirror on it. I only used 2 layers in the picture. The lighting makes it look pinkish but it's definitely red.




I changed shampoos. I used to use Biolage Bodifying Shampoo but I don't really dig the smell. I bought Paul Mitchell Tea Tree Shampoo from CVS. I love the minty smell and it makes my scalp tingle and my hair shiny.



One of the benefits of being with a doctor is, you get prescription cosmetics on demand. Big Bear's best friend from med school is an opthalmologist and he highly discourages using Latisse. However, I have skimpy eye lashes so after some weeks of convincing, Big Bear prescribed it to me. I started using it three days ago. They say it takes weeks to see results so I'm going to document my lashes every week. This week the corners of my eyes have been slightly red, a common side effect of Latisse. Hopefully, it's just allergies and it will go away in a week. If it continues for a month, I'm going to stop using it.




Once I go to Atlanta and buy a bunch of MAC make up, I can toss all the cheap stuff out like my drugstore make up and that Kat von D palette that broke after being dropped less than six inches into the sink. Pft. Anyway, I need to stop blogging and start studying for finals.

Big Plans

I bumped into an Igor Medvedev painting in the gallery that I am absolutely in love with. Unfortunately, it's not within reason to pay for what they are asking for. I decided to go to good ole Wal Mart and purchase an oil painting set and do it myself. Obviously, it's not going to be as awesome as the real one but the easel, paint, and brushes costed less than 50 bucks altogether.



my purchase of far-from-professional art supplies:



what I've done so far:



Well, at least I tried. I worked on it for two hours until something else caught my interest. I messed up and used a wide spectrum of colors when it's supposed to be mostly cool colors. It still needs a lot of work like the detailing and shadows of the boats and ripple effect of the water. I hope to finish it one day. If not, it will make a nice scratching post for our five cats.

On Sunday, I'm coming back to Atlanta to visit my mommy. I am planning to do an extensive makeover session in Atlanta. Ever since I moved in with Dave, I feel weird when I do girly things around him. I don't want him to think I'm too  high maintenance or fake. Unfortunately, looking the way I want to look doesn't come naturally. This will be my opportunity to do it while he's not around. This will be the first time I'm having extensions done. I probably won't keep them in, I just want to feel glamourous because I'm meeting up with some old friends while I'm up there. I'll post before and after pictures of my hair. I also bought Latisse last weekend. I'll post before and after pictures of my lashes too.

Lily's boyfriend, Robby (Lily is my best friend who met her significant other on the sugar daddy dating website) just bought her a Lexus IS350. I am so jealous of her. I wrecked my car last October. I've been driving an ugly, black 2007 Corolla ever since. I really want to buy a 2009 Mercedes Benz SLK350 but Dave won't let me work. He says he wants me home and that "a doctor's wife shouldn't have to work unless it's towards her career." Well, a doctor's wife also gets to drive a car she likes... My last boyfriend gave me a Jaguar XK8 convertible to drive until we broke up. Ugh, I know, I know, I'm being a spoiled brat :( I guess I'll have to wait until I graduate law school. I also need to stop comparing Dave to my ex's. It's really unfair of me.

my old car:



dream ride:

First Post Ever

I started reading blogs last week, of girls who are into doing make up tutorials. Sometimes they go on tangents about their personal life. I felt like I could really relate to them and I appreciated their insightfulness. I decided to start a blog of my own seeing as how, ever since I moved, I have had little-to-no social interaction with people my own age.

Update on past year:

I left a two-year relationship with a 22 year old guy who admitted to cheating on me and had no ambition in life. My best friend and I were tight on money so we decided to make an account on a dating website that hooks young girls up with older, successful men a.k.a. sugar daddies (judge me if you will, but walk a mile in my shoes first). Our life changed completely ever since that day. I ended moving in with one. He owned trendy clubs and strip clubs throughout Atlanta and Miami. He reminded me of an Italian mobster. I really dig it when a guy is powerful. He made me special at first, but he turned out to be a bitter misogynist, scorn by an ex-wife who looks just me (long story).

Anyway, I moved back home and continued the fabulous life of dating multi-millionaires, traveling to exotic places around the world just to have dinner, glamourous shopping sprees, driving luxury cars and moving into penthouse apartments on the swank side of town, Buckhead, where old money lives and new money parties. Meanwhile, I was still going to classes at State and pretending to be an ordinary college-student in the eyes of my friends and family.

Then I met Dave (name changed for privacy purposes). He wasn't like the rest. He didn't try to hook me in with his money or flatter me to get in my pants. It really was love at first sight. As soon as I walked through the elevator on our first date, he literally swept me off my feet and planted a big one on me. Daring, sexy, successful, kind, patient, romantic, I knew I was in trouble. At the time, I was on-and-off with this other well-to-do guy, Mark, who was paying rent on my apartment. He was the C.T.O. of a technological security system company or something like that. My best friend (and partner in crime) had moved in with me and I wanted to spare her the inconvenience of moving, at least until she could discuss a different living situation with her sugar daddy. I was stupid and I thought I could juggle both guys at the same time. Well, I was wrong. Dave and I continued to see each other. He lived in Florida so we would take turns flying to see each other on the weekends. If I could describe us in three words in the beginning, they would be sex, sex and sex. He was the epitome of McDreamy; a doctor, educated at Yale, graduated second in his class, tall, tan, outdoorsy, loved animals, conservative but adventurous.

Mark's feelings for me were also growing too in the little time that I generously spent with him. It was like, the more I pushed him away, the more he wanted me. Sometimes we would have a really good times and I actually didn't mind being with him but most of the time, the little annoying things about him drove me crazy, like how he bellows his stories when we're in public, his references to books and movies he knew I wasn't interested in, that goofy smile and how he laughed at his own jokes. As I started seeing Dave more, Mark started to notice that I was being more distant than usual. Then one day, out of blue, Dave proposed to me at dinner. I left Mark. He hacked into all my accounts and found out everything. He contacted Dave and told him the truth about me; how I was playing both of them. I thought that was the end for Dave and I.

Fast forward:

Dave eventually forgave me after I promised to never do something like that again. I moved in with him onto his 50 acre ranch in central Florida. We are still engaged but I know it will take some time before he trusts me again. I told Mark that if he ever contacts me again, I will take the threatening letters he wrote me and go to the police. I haven't heard from him since.

Life on a ranch isn't so bad. Usually, you hear stories about girls who come from a small town and move to a big city with a child-like sense of wonder. Well in real life, when couples decide to settle down, they move away from the posh city life. There are benefits. We have a three acre lake on the property. Dave and I are planning to build a dock with a chic cabana on it before the end of summer. He owns 22 horse stables so we can see them running around the pasture across the lake. It's really beautiful here actually. Recently, one of Dave's six yellow labradors got pregnant so we've been trying to find them a home.