We lived in El-Paso Texas for about a year and a half. I literally was the most east coast thing breathing in a viable little Mexico.
I wasn't alone, had a little crew of east coast transplants, we all stuck out like really big bandaged sore thumbs.
In my first class there was a girl that liked me. I was too busy trying to get my set in order, paid her no mind.
At the end of the school year, she...transformed. From head to toe she hired a stylist (or her big sister) and she was moving up in the draft!
OF COURSE I TRIED TO HOLLA!
Got played to the left and she threw in some Spanish curse words for good measure. I wasn't even upset, I smiled and took it. I deserved it. Both languages.