I'm writing this here because I do not have Word on my new mac

I am not the type of person to remember the details. In fact, I consider myself in a constant state of slight drunkenness in which I remember very little, and usually just the very exciting tidbits. I can neither say that i am the romantic type. I tend to avoid situations that I sense could turn emotional and roses make me nauseous. But this, this memory, this person, this love is eternally etched in my mind no matter how forgetful of a mood I am in.

My first memory of him was my first day of school at Nuestra Senora de la Pompeya in Necochea, my host city in Argentina. While the story of my exchange is a lengthy and memorable one I did have the time or patience to recount it now. Upon entering the classroom I was too startled to notice much, but as the day continued I began to understand the clusters of my new classmates. The group of guys that hung out with my group of girl friends ( my friends by osmosis thanks to my generous host sister) consisted of one jock, one stylish guy, one adorable clown, a good looking rebel and assorted others and....him.

He was the one that had unavoidable charm, whiplike intelligence and talent in everything that he pursued. Though not as obvious to me at our first meeting he was THE ringleader of this group and of our school. He achieved this unanimous position of devotion purely through charming his way to the top. His daily adventures were infamous, yet it seemed any offense was easily pardoned by our adoring teachers.

But his exalted position as local deity wasnt what got me. Sure, the mischievous twinkle in his blue eyes, his dirty blond hair, and tall lanky body were attractive but it wasnt a mere physical attraction. To be completely honest to this day I'm not sure why or how I fell so deep into his pit charisma, all that I know is that with each interaction I sunk deeper into the quicksand, and there was no escape in sight.