Different Worlds

2012
I met Frank Lampard the day I arrived in London. I had just received a job in the five star Sweet Pot in Chelsea. It was my first day and I got lost on my way to work. Luckily enough I saw a familiar and friendly face. "How do I get to the Sweet Pot from here?" my voice sounded unfamiliar. He smiled,"Your in luck, I have to go there for brunch. Want to walk together?" He had me at hello.

We arranged to go on a date that weekend. I had just received my last payslip from Germany and I decided to splash it out on an outfit and a makeover for the date. Going into Chanel and Michael Kors was always a dream of mine. And now I owned two of the most amazing outfits I have ever owned. I was over the moon.

The date went, as they say in London, "spiffingly". I was so happy, he was just what I needed after the disappointment and hurt that Manuel and I had. He was more than just a celebrity and soccer player, he was a true gentleman at heart. I was overwhelmed by the pampering that he gave me. As he walked me home, he slipped his hand into mine and right outside my apartment he kissed me. What more could I ask for?