Sheila Estefan had no middle name, which was fair enough because ‘Sheila’ and ‘Estefan’ were enough.
She was my crush when I was 13 years old.
Sheila had come from Chile as a young child. She had beautiful, dark hair, olive skin, long eyelashes. A ready smile and well-maintained teeth. Fit and sporty. Smart. Polite. Beloved by teachers. Participated in every club and school production. A goody-two-shoes.
Other girls’ mums called her, ‘Little Miss Prim and Proper’.
After graduating high school, I went on a beach camping trip with a few schoolmates.
These were not close friends, just some guys I knew. This was not a boys’ trip, it was their annual holiday with their families and this time they invited me along.
Bevan was most famous for once breaking both his arms in a motocross crash and missing three months of school. Bevan was quite ugly. He’d had a girlfriend a couple of years ago but something in their acrimonious breakup led him to being banished from the cool kids. Think she was a bit nuts. He warned me off rushing to get a girlfriend as it could cause a lot of strife..
This is another of those stories which goes nowhere. You might prefer to avoid it if you are currently sober or intelligent.
I’m a nice bloke. I used to be even nicer. Once back then I was driving along a main road and there was a car broken down in a turning lane on the centre island. There was an old fella standing outside the vehicle looking rather lost. I pulled up behind him and lent him my Read More
This is a pointless anecdote. Don’t read it. Instead, work with a single-minded focus toward furthering your goals. You should check out Mike Cernovich’s page if you’d like to read something useful – apparently it’s really good.
You’ll think this story is made-up, anyway. I can’t be bothered arguing about it. If you do feel the need to read it, don’t kick up a fuss in the comments. I don’t want to hear it. Read More