Can I just say that there is nothing I'd rather do when buzzed on Captain & ginger after a crappy week than debate the merits of religion in a bar full of people I went to high school with, whose names I can't remember? One of my old friends was home from San Francisco for the holidays, and we went out last night for a few hours with her brother. Her brother has just ended an on again/off again relationship with a girl who is extremely religious. Usually a pretty quiet guy, but wow, did I get him going. It was great. And why, I wonder, are people who would never have spoken to me 10 years ago suddenly so freaking happy to see me? You'd think they'd won the fucking lottery or something. I can't even remember half their names, but they all remember mine, apparently. Not bad for the girl who was labeled "The Really Nice Nerdy Girl" by the cool kids in high school. My boobs must have been looking fabulous last night.
[Note to you 17-year-olds: Be nice to the nerdy kids. Not only will they grow up to be filthy rich, they will also have become so insecure that they will end up growing proportionately more attractive as the hot ones become less so. Whether this is because they become more socially adept or just have enough money for cosmetic surgery is irrelevant. Also, they tend to hold grudges against those who stuffed them in lockers or spread rumors about their gym clothes. That kind of shit stays with you, man.]
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