<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_10.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beryl Stoneley<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>School entrance, walking to class via the hallways<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Arriving at school<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>No-one<br/><hr/><br/>I was texting Ashleigh, a girl I'd made friends with last week. She was into swimming too and we'd arranged to go to the pool this Saturday then get a bite of lunch and do some clothes shopping after. I'd bumped into quite a few people already and was on saying "Hi" terms with several but Ash was my first proper friend and I was looking forwards to having her show me around town.<br/><br/>When I put my phone away Amber was nowhere to be seen, she'd dashed off into school, no doubt to go after that girl she'd told me about a couple of days ago. She'd sat next to someone in class and got on well with them and then one of the girls she'd met had told her this girl batted for the other team like Amber did and she was off like a bullet from a gun. I think they were getting on quite well and I was so pleased for her; we'd talked a lot about the new town, new country and all the possible worries but her having found a girl who liked girls so quickly was lovely news. I was totally rooting for her.<br/><br/>I sent a quick text,<em>&lt;&lt;make sure you brought a change of underwear. Good luck!&gt;&gt;</em>and put my phone in my bag. I wasn't completely focussed on Amber's love life however as I had my own distractions in that department.<br/><br/>His name was Sam, he had African blood in him from way back, he was a footballer (American that is, not the poofy, girly soccer we have in England where the babies get a decent tackle and roll around crying on the floor for five minutes), he was almost two metres tall and he was<em>gorgeous</em>. He had this amazing skin with that lovely sheen that African blood often gives, like he was coated in melted chocolate. It made me just want to lick him all over to see how sweet it was.<br/><br/>Curiously enough we'd bumped into each other in an electronics store last weekend. I was browsing a shelf of telephoto lenses for my digital SLR when I overheard a conversation nearby. I continued to weigh up between the Pentax 55-300 zoom at $229 and the Tamron 70-300 at $375 with half my brain (the logical half, the dopey half) while the other half (the intuitive bit, so much livelier) listened – and watched – this good looking black guy asking about cameras.<br/><br/>He finished his conversation without buying anything and as he went by I spoke, still studying lenses.<br/><br/>"If you can afford it go for Nikon or Canon, if you're on a budget then Sony, Pentax or Olympus. Really avoid the others, you'll be disappointed." I saw his reflection in the glass front display cabinet pause. I straightened up and turned round.<br/><br/>Is there such a thing as love at first sight? I don't know. No idea. Shakespeare or Milton might know. I can tell you that lust at first sight definitely exists. Oh yes, most Yankee-doodle-dandy assuredly it does. Holy moistness and stiff-nipples Batman, by hell it does!<br/><br/>We just hit it off straight away. He didn't seem to mind a stranger telling him what to buy and thirty minutes later we were in the Starbucks next door having swapped phone numbers, names and I found out he was a second year in my school. He was seventeen and a footballer and he liked photography,<em>and</em>he enjoyed swimming,<em>and</em>he wasn't so great at classes as me which meant I'd obviously be having to invite myself round to his place to help him with homework and a whole bunch of other things.<br/><br/>I not so much walked back to the bus stop afterwards as floated home all the way. Samuel Johnson, no, not the one who compiled the first dictionary, but the one made of chocolate. I wanted a bite.<br/><br/>I told Amber all about him the minute I got home. The fact that required me to take my clothes off and get into the bath with her didn't enter my head as anything but perfectly normal. She'd found a girl called Carmen, I'd found Sam. What a way to start our new lives!<br/><br/>I bounced into school that morning floating on clouds.