I caught some of the TV show Friday Night Lights a few weeks ago. It was really good until the ex-girl of the crippled guy started sleeping with his best friend [did you get all that?]. It was predictable and sad; i haven't watched it since.
I remember being slightly disturbed by how ridiculously good-looking the ex-girl was. I went to high school, and there weren't girls like that at my high school. Or any high school I knew of.
Turns out little miss plays-a-cheerleader-on-tv is twenty-six. I'll have to let her know I'm too busy to date right now, let her down easy.
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