When I was younger I remember the most important thing to me was the Friday disco. At times I would have to plead my parents to let me go and I would do almost anything to get there. It was my world with the music, the boys and everything for the rest of the week was just a gloomy break in between two parties. Later I became a bit of a trance fan going to these big ecstasy shows. And now? I like to stay in, I go to bed before ten because I just love to sleep. I can not understand some of my friends why they go to clubs. It's something I've been through and I've had enough. My future boyfriend does not have to be a party animal, just someone terribly amusing. I am after an ordinary guy who will love me and respect me and with whom I will love to spend long winter nights in bed.