It was so different than Ohio. I hate to say better, but my appeal to the fairer sex certainly seemed better. Maybe it was just because I was a senior now, and older, more experienced and confident. But some chicks, some hot chicks, actually dug me because I was a little weird. Yeah, I liked British humor and books on Buddhism, and hippie music and punk rock instead of top forty. But that actually made me more attractive to some of these Stanford professors' daughters. And swim meets are outside in the sunshine after school in California, an actually high school event. In Ohio, our swim meets were inside a mildewed, dripping natatorium. In the evening. And only our parents would go to watch. At my high school in bright and affluent California, I soon had a following of admiring female students who would go just to see me in my Speedo.

Even though I was, like most teenagers, a horny pervert myself, eyeing almost every female I saw with bad intent and imaging them undressed pretty much every waking second, I was still stupid enough not to realize that most of the girls were there at the swim meets to evaluate us guys in near undress and check out what endowments we showed in our Lycra swim wear. I would soon learn.

My shyness counted against me a lot less here. The female students at my high school had no difficulties approaching guys or even asking them out if they were interested in them. Soon I had a few desirable tarts competing for my attention, but I ended up hooking up with Eva, this tall, sultry Greek girl, dark and slim and totally alluring. She had great legs, an easy, wide smile, and a good sense of humor. I liked hanging out with her. And of course I really wanted to bang her.

Eva was a year younger than me and a virgin, but she was ready to lose it and had decided I was the guy to share her treasure with. After a couple dates she began talking matter-of-factly with me about it all. Evidently, she couldn't take the pill because her menstrual cycle was all screwed-up, and she didn't want me to fool with a condom (and neither did I). So she went to her doctor --without telling her parents, of course-- and got a diaphragm fitted. Now all the hurdles were cleared.