Post by GREYSON ALBERT DE LUCA. on Jul 20, 2012 20:52:34 GMT -5
» GREYSON DE LUCA.
[atrb=border,0,true] | [style=width: 175px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; padding-right: 10px; padding-left: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9px; line-height: 100%; color:a3a3a3;]→ full name . GRESYON ALBERT DE LUCA. → nicknames . GREY, Greybeard, Lucky Luca → age & birthday . 27 & Jan 23 → sexual orientation . heterosexual, maybe bi-curious when it comes to the bedroom → hometown . right here in California → occupation . Wedding Planner and Dress Designer → membergroup . returnee. → play-by . matt bomer. |
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I am what you could say one of the few people born talented. Ok, sewing and being able to put weddings together is something that can't be accomplished on talent alone. I've been sewing since I could understand what a needle and thread did. My family was poor, I wore handy downs. The problem with handy downs was I only have an older sister. My mother would turn girlie looking clothes into a neutral look This was done mostly to make shirts and ties. Anything that had not be transformed to fit him came from family friends and cousins.
It was like this till I gained my first job as a car hop at a local diner. I saved up enough to buy my own clothes, and my own fabric. Since then, I've done so much with my life. I finished high school, went to college, and got a great job in NYC. The thing is, even though I've designed many gorgeous wedding dressed, I am most proud of the prom dress I made for my sister. It was the first fancy dress I had made for her. I half wish I was a girl just to wear it, that is how much I love it.
Anyway, I should take a few steps back. I left the city before I started high school. My sister, mother and I moved to Georgia. I stayed there through out my college career. After wards I was accepted for an internship in NYC, which led to a paid job. This job was under a very famous designer and ultimately led to me getting interviews for articles in the newspapers and magazines.
One of my clients ended up talking ideas over for her wedding. I suggested a few things and badda bing badda boom I was asked to plan the wedding. I of course told her she should ask someone else, but she insisted we had a connection. I decided to plan the wedding of the bride wearing one of my custom made gowns. Soon after, the word spread about how beautiful the wedding was.
I quit the job with the designer and made my own website where brides could request a private consultation. I would accept as many dresses as I could handle making. Usually I could only have time to make four or five dresses a year. The rest of the time I spent time planning weddings. I even have a package request where the bride could save by ordering his services as wedding planner as well.
Recently, one magazine had me on the most successful under 30 list. Now, I'm back in my hometown to render my services to the west coast. I am going to work at/with the local wedding shop. I believe an old neighbor of mine works there now. Kayaleigh, I believe her name is. If I remember correctly I might have babysat her at one point, but maybe that was someone else.
Now, I know your looking at me and wondering if I'm gay or not. I get it I work with women. I design dresses; I may even look or come across as gay. I also will admit when I think a guy is cute, but I don't think I'll ever end up with a guy, in relationship that is. Yes, I'm pretty much straight. I like to flirt with girls, but that doesn't mean the thought of being with a guy hasn't crossed my mine. I just think one day I might want to try sleeping with a guy, but I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with one.
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The major airport was an hour and fifteen minutes away from the his hometown. Not many people realized he was coming back and he didn't want anyone to know. The last thing he needed was photographers butting into his life. In the bridal world he was probably one of the more famous people under the age of 40. Even though he was not a singer or an actor, the paparazzi still loved to try to find a story on him. Sometimes Grey thought the paparazzi wanted his business and lifestyle to crash.
A smile appeared on his face as he noticed some familiar trees. He was slightly surprised they hadn't been torn down by now. He noticed the small dinner on the side of the main highway and a tourist hut stop. The cab driver was not driving like a maniac, which was nice, but different from what he got use to in New York. His eyes looked from the scenery to his reflection in the window.
Oh, no this wasn't going to do. His hair was all wrong. His fingers ran through the side of his black briefcase to pull out his comb. Slicking his hair back on the left side, then the right, and once more straight back. "Can you step on it, just a little bit. Thanks" He felt the cab pick up speed. He could not wait to arrive to his family's new house in their home town.
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The major airport was an hour and fifteen minutes away from the his hometown. Not many people realized he was coming back and he didn't want anyone to know. The last thing he needed was photographers butting into his life. In the bridal world he was probably one of the more famous people under the age of 40. Even though he was not a singer or an actor, the paparazzi still loved to try to find a story on him. Sometimes Grey thought the paparazzi wanted his business and lifestyle to crash.
A smile appeared on his face as he noticed some familiar trees. He was slightly surprised they hadn't been torn down by now. He noticed the small dinner on the side of the main highway and a tourist hut stop. The cab driver was not driving like a maniac, which was nice, but different from what he got use to in New York. His eyes looked from the scenery to his reflection in the window.
Oh, no this wasn't going to do. His hair was all wrong. His fingers ran through the side of his black briefcase to pull out his comb. Slicking his hair back on the left side, then the right, and once more straight back. "Can you step on it, just a little bit. Thanks" He felt the cab pick up speed. He could not wait to arrive to his family's new house in their home town.
