Here is part 1 of my story if you missed it. When the valentine’s day incident happened (discussed in part 1 of my story) I was 13 years old. A typical day for me was waking up, walking/riding my bike to school (there was no school bus but it was a really tiny town in Pennsylvania so everything was close), and sitting in classes where I didn’t get most of what the teacher was talking about. School itself wasn’t hard but I was still learning English so I had difficulty understanding in general. Often my mind would drift and I discovered a new hobby at that time, guess what it was? Checking out hot girls.

In Egypt (my country of birth) most girls looked the same black hair, black or brown eyes, naturally tan/oily skin color etc. But in America I noticed blonds, brunettes and dark-haired girls, I was in heaven well at least that’s what I thought until a couple of years later when I actually had the balls to approach a cute girl and realized it wasn’t as easy as it looked But I’ll discuss that in a future post.

Anyway I only lived in Pennsylvania for a little over a year, and then we moved to the suburbs of Chicago. By we I mean my immediate family (parents and younger brother). It was good and bad. It was good because my new school was pretty diverse, in fact white were only 40% of the school, Hispanics were 30% and the rest was mixed. My school back in Pennsylvania was 99% white mostly because it was in a really small town.

However moving to new school was challenging and to make it worse it was my freshman year of high school you know when all the upperclassmen make fun of you because you’re lost and can’t find you classes? I mean I moved from a school with 400 students to one with 2500, I looked dumb founded half the time walking around. The language barrier didn’t help either.

I still remember my first day at lunch. I go to the cafeteria to get food, I grab a slice of really greasy pizza, pay and then I pause and realize I gotta pick a table to sit at. Now most of the tables resembled different groups, there were the jocks, the skaters, the Mexicans, the band, etc. Of course I didn’t know a single person so I found a table with a couple students at one end and I just sat at the other far end away from them.

Of course this is social suicide in many ways. Now I know this but back then I didn’t. It’s amazing to see how far my social skills developed however this is another story for another time, and yes I did pay a very high price for improving my social skills: lots and lots of rejection.

Anyway the cool thing about my new school is that it had a coed gym class, yep that means guys and girls were in the same gym class together. I didn’t think much of this until it was time for us to do swimming. That’s when I got to see many of my cute females classmates in bathing suits, no big deal to you but a huge one for me. Up until this point I only saw girls in bathing suits on TV. And then I noticed her in all her beauty, it was this girl in my gym class, when we did swimming she wore this hot blue bathing suit, her name was Valery…

Will I talk to her? or Will I chicken out? What happens next? My eyes are burning, and I’m tired so I’ll continue my story in a future post. I’m still experimenting with more personal posts like these, so if you enjoy them please leave a comment and let me know, if you hate them then also let me know in the comments, thanks.