Caelum19, I'm having a hard time believing that I'm about to write the following. If I remember correctly I was fifteen years of age at the time. Hadn't had a girlfriend and didn't know much either. I mostly sat alone in class, being the antisocial fat kid most others would stay away from and ignore. I thought I was ugly, didn't really have what you'd call a group of friends either. Except there was this Russian girl (whom I began to see as a loser later on in life) in my class. Everyone, even the teachers, praised her for being smart, and hey she probably was, she studied, and I never did (some people wonder how I passed). At that time I was obsessed with watching sailor moon, stories of love, battle, and sexy anime girls, nearly undressed . Heck, I didn't know better back then. That same praiseworthy girl knew how to draw, as I heard from my classmates. Then it hit me, I could ask her to draw some characters from the somewhat adultly censored anime I clinger to at the time. She did it, after I offered to pay her $20 for a few drawings, which were no more than sketches really. I found myself infatuated! Bloody fool, falling for a monster, or was it just an insensitive girl. (Caelum19, I hope you enjoy reading this story, as I've shared but once in the past). I thought I was in love with her. Then a plan, as illogical as it was, was to sell my super Nintendo and games, to buy her a gold necklace with a cross. I sold my beloved games, for far less than they were worth, yet no tears were shed. Another girl from my class asked what I was writing, as it was the Jerold for science, and I obliged by handing her the paper. A love confession! Right after she read it, her eyes were filled with tears, and as I can no longer remember the finer details, I'll simply go on from I do remember. After some discussion that girl from science helped me out by handing the Russian gal my love letter, and the gift of sacrifice. I stood outside of the building, very nervous, extremely shy. She'd taken what was given in my name. Gal from science told me later the Russian said to her "don't tell anyone about this". She probably meant it in the harshest of term, obviously who'd want to go out with the fat antisocial kid. Nowadays I believe I've made it further than most of my classmates, probably in every aspect. I look good, I have money, two kids (an ex wife, as it didn't work), an exceptional personality, and I've gone to term with the fact I'm not like the crowd. Caelum19, if you hadn't written your story, I most likely wouldn't have written mine. Thank you for sharing :-)