Hello! I’m Vero. I’m a good friend, well, best friend (maybe I shouldn’t say it, but you don’t get anywhere by being modest, other than being buried under a nice gravestone) of Jesús. Yes, the guy who’s been talking about his life here.

What am I doing here? He’s asked me to come and talk about how we first met, at school. What has that got to do with the title of the post? Well, I’m a businesswoman (fairly successful if I might say so. I’ve already shared my opinion on modesty) and know about marketing. Offer advice, have a catchy title, how to, use capital letters, bold…There you have it!

I met Jesús at school. His step-dad, the Mayor, Senén, had decided to shake things up a bit in the education sector and had insisted that all, even private (and very exclusive) schools should be mixed gender. My dad was the District Attorney and very friendly with the Headmaster of Jesús school (no, I’m not going to advertise the school here, but you know the type, very expensive, very exclusive, very stiff, very good for contacts) and of course I was one of the first girls to attend. It was a bit eerie being a girl in a school full of boys, and on the first days all us new girls (we were not that many, only about 8 in the class) huddled together for support. I knew a couple of the girls going to school with me, Claire and Jennifer, as we had been transferred from the same school (a boring and expensive place, again I won’t advertise. I only advertise myself, good friends and associates), but even at 9 years old, they were into boys and flirting, and pink and fluffy and being girly-girly, and this would never be me. Yes, of course I’d get to like boys, but at that point I wasn’t that bothered. And pink…it’s never done it for me. Too conventional. Red, on the other hand…

We girls sat all together in a row in class and felt like aliens. All the boys were looking at us as if we were specimens under a microscope or animals in a zoo. At lunch time, in the canteen, we sat together at the same table too, and some of the older girls joined us. I hadn’t noticed Jesús till then, but a couple of the girls started talking about a boy who was so ugly he should be in a scary movie. And he wouldn’t need makeup. They ended up yelping little laughs behind their hands and behaving like idiots. I looked at the boy. He was sitting by himself in the corner of one of the big tables. OK, yes, he wasn’t conventionally attractive. He had a fairly peculiar face. Like one of Picasso’s painting from the Cubist phase, that I’ve always found quite fetching. And his hair was very straight and stuck up, like if he were a hedgehog. But, come on…He was by far the most interesting looking boy around. I knew people also thought I was ugly, and tended to try to be kind by saying: ‘Oh, you’re so clever, you’re so good at Maths, you have a very technical brain, you’re a whiz with computers…’ and all those blah, blahs, that were true, but it was clear what they actually meant was ‘Poor you, you aren’t pretty, in fact you’re really ugly, but to compensate, you’re clever,….’ I got it. I’ve never been slow on the uptake. Although he was a boy, I thought we probably had more in common than I did with all the girls I was sitting with.

I stood up and moved to his table, sitting by him. He looked at me, surprised.

“Hi! I’m Vero. Well, my name is Verónica, but I prefer Vero. What’s your name?”

“Jesús. Plain Jesús.”

“Plain is something  you definitely aren’t.”

“If this is a dare or you’ve just come to laugh at me in front of your friends…”

I smiled at him.

“Don’t worry. They aren’t my friends. I just thought you and I seem to have lots in common and I’d like to get to know you better.”

“How would you know?”

“People consider you…ugly, don’t they? They always want you to play bad guys in games. You can never be the central character or the hero…”

He looked at me with expression of growing interest.


“Same here. Listen, do you like computers?”


“I’ll talk to my parents tonight. Maybe you would like to come home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, why not?”

Yes, I’ve always liked computers. In my opinion, computers are much easier to get on with than people. And you can always switch them off if they give you too much hassle.

I later heard about his famous sister, Stephanie, the girl prodigy. I found her spooky then, although grew to love her in time…

My father had to investigate who he was and was fairly critical of his family’s politics, but didn’t create too much fuss. My mother loved his mother and sister, who were celebrities in their own right. I just enjoyed Jesús company and we became best friends. Over the years we’ve been through a lot of things together…

If you want to read more, check:

‘The Man Who Never Was’ http://www.amazon.com/dp/B009TWRT22


Hi, I’m Olga, author and blogger:

I have a couple of things to announce. First is that as part of my series of blogs on helpers, colleagues and good eggs in general I’m working on bringing a number of guest authors to talk about their trade, work, projects…anything they like really. I have a few names lined up and I’m hoping other colleagues will join in the future. It should be exciting!

The second announcement is that I’m planning to give away a PDF of one of my stories (‘Cannon Fodder’, one in a series of 3 stories with a central character called Mary, a psychiatrist, and her adventures and cases) to people visiting my website:


and signing up the guestbook or sending me an e-mail expressing an interest (contact e-mail available also at website).

The GIVEAWAY will be live from the time of publishing this post (although I’m DIY so if the response is huge, it might take me some time to get through to everybody).