2015 was one of those years that I didn’t see galloping away. Ups and downs, laughs and cries, great and good surprises, love, admiration, and fantasies. I swallowed these experiences up with a positive and fun attitude at the end. Feeling grateful, I could experience them, learning so much more about myself, what I am searching for, and fine-tuning my ideal man in my mind. I absolutely loved 2015 and I knew something bigger was coming up in 2016! I don’t know why but I could sense it from the bottom of my heart.
31st December, I was in the Eurostar going back to London. After a fantastic time with my family, I couldn’t wait to celebrate the New Year with my dearest friends Camellia and Bianca.
Then, I recalled all the dinners, weddings, and parties we’d had this year where Bianca, Camellia, and I were sat in life’s equivalent of the sick patient waiting room at the doctor’s office, in corner or toilet tables, like we were infected by a terrible virus called SINGLEDOM.
That night, Camellia wasn't one of us anymore, and she was organising one of these parties I'd like with fantastic music, unlimited champagne, delicious canapés, and a magnificent view. As a matter of fact, Michael and Camellia now moved to a great flat in the new building on Albert Embankment. Their place boasted a spectacular view of all the major attraction of London; it was just amazing: London Eye, Trafalgar Square, St. Paul, and so much more… Seeing them together was so refreshing; they were the happiest couple I had ever known in my life. They were just perfect for each other. They were inspiring. I was seriously starting to think of joining one of these agencies.
Yet, being single had been amazing. I had achieved more than I had in my entire life up until that point. As a single woman, I learned so much about myself and other human beings. I was happy, my business was working, and I finally had the fabulous lifestyle I had always dreamed of. I could work and travel around the world, I met amazing friends all over the world. I was in a great place now and I knew exactly what I wanted to contribute to the world.
I lost a few acquaintances and fake friends down the road, but it was just natural selection; these people had to go to evolve healthily and without any negative vibes. The real ones were still there beside me, and more importantly, my sisters were by me encouraging, and this was the most important thing.
I learned something vital that year: a friend that always says nice things to you is a nice person, not a friend.
A friend that puts you down trying to belittle you and make herself look better than you, is not a friend; she is jealous. I met a few!
A friend that supports you by asking questions, challenging your decisions, or just confronting you upon a problem is a great friend. I was lucky, I had two: Bianca and Camellia. I was grateful I still had them in my life and still do today.
My Eurostar arrived in London and I had to stop my train of thoughts to get ready to celebrate the end of an amazing year and start an even more fantastic one.
London St. Pancras, it was good to be back home. “Welcome back, Mrs Duval! May I take your suitcase?”
“Hi Alan, please do. Thank you ever so much. How was Christmas for you and your family?”
“It was great, Mrs Duval. My wife and I really appreciated the presents offered by you. Thanks, Mrs Duval.”
“My pleasure Alan. Oh, my… I missed London. Drive me home, Alan. Give me an hour or two and will go at Camellia’s.”
“Certainly.”
As I get to mine, my assistant was waiting for me with the hairdresser and my makeup artist. My outfit was ready: Long Cristallini red dress with a pair of golden Jimmy Choo with a Celine pochette. I couldn’t wait to catch up with the ladies.
Two hours and a half later, I was ready to party.
When I arrived at Camellia’s, I was apparently the last guest everybody was waiting for, and there were like 50 of us. It was amazing. Camellia was wearing a white lace dress from Cristallini as well; not surprising, as we shopped together in Bucharest the weekend before Christmas. Bianca opted for the Crème de la Crème of England Brand: Burberry. A beige lace detail silk crepe floor-length dress. We all looked beautiful! We had a few selfies posted on Instagram Story, and we were ready to mingle. At least, I certainly was.
At midnight, the countdown to the New Year was off and the house was on fire! We were all alcoholised and were dancing the night away.
A new year had started, I was single, divorced for almost three years, had a few dates planned for January, and another life had begun for me. My phone was buzzing of texts: my mum, my sisters, my former classmates, former lovers? Adrian??? What Adrian? The bastard? Dream-seller? I smiled.
This was when I decided to delete the numbers of all the former friends, the fakes, the losers, the wannabees, and the former horrible dates, or so called boyfriends (it was hard to delete Taylor’s). My phone had accumulated three years of men’s names that I would never ever call again. Some of them were even blocked.
On my way home that night, I deleted all the numbers I didn’t need anymore. 2016 was going to be superb! To start the year well, I didn’t need any contact with the past! I was going ahead of my life and ready to embrace the new me. Next!