Keeping Score
And when I saw what she'd typed, I groaned.
In the spot where she should've put her name, she'd written instead, Best Sex of Your Life.
"Not even close," I sighed, erasing the entire entry. I didn't need a clingy girl like that in my life. The truth was that I had a girlfriend, and she was damned demanding, commandeering my Friday nights, my Saturday mornings and just about every other waking hour of the week, particularly from late summer through early winter. Her name was football, and for her, I'd give up just about everything else.
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