Growing up I lived with my mother and two sisters. My father was a participant, as well; however, he lived out of town so it was typically my mother who initially met and “approved” those I dated. My mom was also an avid Razorback basketball fan.
I give Wes, my BFF (Best Freakin' Friend), too much credit, but occasionally he hits the nail on the head.
Back in June, circa 1998, I flew to Chicago for the first time with my aunt Liz.
I've found myself aware of expecting the worst — dreaming flat tires, so to speak.
One Saturday in January of 2006 I met with my best friend Wes to solicit his candid, un-sugar-coated advice about my latest relationship.
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I call boys. Always have.