I went to the hostel, and I didn't know where the reservation office is. I looked inside a room, and I saw a girl who was reading a book. I couldn't see her face since her head was down, but it was obvious that room was not the office I was looking for. So, I went to the room next to that. A pretty girl was the representative of the hostel that day. "Oh my god, the third one! it seems that all pretty girls are living in San Diego. She was the third one in less than two hours! I saw only two or three pretty girls during my ten days stay in LA. There were many weird ugly girls in LA." I thought to myself.
She was looking for her documents to find my name there that I decided to go and see the face of the girl in that room. I looked at her, and she noticed me and saw me. "Oh my god, she is also pretty. She seems to be a good girl. Maybe we can be friends. Maybe we can go and see the city together." I thought to myself.
The representative had an Australian accent. She showed me the hostel, and my room.
"We have free breakfast and dinner everyday. There are also free events that you can join us like going to bars or playing games,..." She said. "It might be a good idea to be there an socialize!" I thought.
I was alone in the room, but she told me that my roommates would came anytime. The room was clean, and hopefully, I could sleep in the bottom bunk. I sat on my bunk. "Whom will be my roommates? Are they girls or boys?" I thought to myself.
The room had a good view.
I took some pictures from the hostel interior. It had many pretty paintings. I felt that I was 20 again!
I could also hear the music all around the hostel. I had this feeling that I was old for these environments. In fact, I grew up fast without experiencing any of these things in my life. I might be lucky or unlucky. Who knows? A few minutes later, a boy from Germany came to my room, and stayed on the top bunk.
Then, I went to that room again to talk to that girl.
Me: "Hi. I am new here. What are you reading?"
She: "Hi. I am reading a book."
Me: "What kind of book is it?"
She: "It's a story book."
Me: "Good. Are you new here, too?"
She: "Yes. Kind of. I came here last week. I am living here though."
Me: "You are living here? It's a hostel. How?"
She: "It's true, it's a hostel, but I live here."
Me: "I am glad to see you. I came here to visit San Diego, and I stay here for a few days."
She: "Very good."
Me: "I need to go to my room and be prepared for the dinner."
She: "OK. I'm Jessie by the way."
Me: "OK Jessie. It was nice to meet you."
I thought that she might be a good girl to explore the city with her.
The dinner was terrible. They really don't know how to make a food, specially when it comes to the rice.
There was no space near the main table, so I sat alone and I ate my dinner alone.
After the dinner, they decided to go to a bar. I met another Iranian boy who was living with his Brazilian girlfriend there. He was a doctoral student in one of the universities in San Diego. In the bar, we sat next to each-other. He ordered something to eat with her girlfriend, but I was not hungry; so, I didn't order anything. The waiter came several times to me and asked me if I needed to order anything. He was obviously unhappy because of that. Everybody ordered different kind of drinks and they started to drink with their girlfriend or boyfriends. Jessie sat next to a boy and they started to make out. It was disgusting. I liked her. I was going to ask her out tomorrow, and that boy was a very rude person. By the way, I was happy that I didn't ask her out without knowing her.
There were also several single girls. One of them was a little good looking. The representative was also there, and she started smoking. "Oh my god, she is a smoker." I thought to myself.
"I can not understand this kind of life style. It seems that they don't have any goal in their lives. They go out, they drunk, they smoke. Why?" I thought to myself. I didn't know the answer, but I knew that I couldn't be that kind of person at all.
"Don't you drink?" Iranian boy asked me.
"No. I don't," I answered.
"When I came here, I didn't drink, but now I do. You will also start doing it later," he said.
"No way," I thought to myself.
I couldn't stay there anymore, so I came back earlier. It was a big waste of time. I hated bars. It was my first time in a bar, and I found it a very boring and waste of time place.
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