I knew I was in pretty good shape -- much better shape than I had been in during high school -- but I up'ed my cycling and aerobics routines to firm up and slim down as much as I could.I knew I was in pretty good shape -- much better shape than I had been in during high school -- but I up'ed my cycling and aerobics routines to firm up and slim down as much as I could. Phil noticed and approved. A couple of weeks before the reunion, Phil and I were sitting up, reading in bed. Out of the blue, Phil asked me if I was ready to see some of the guys I had dated in high school. I said, "sure." "Did you date a lot in high school, Janice?" he asked. "No, not a lot. You have to remember, in high school I was still in my chubby phase. I was Marge Pearson's chubby daughter. It wasn't until college when I got away from my mother's cooking and discovered swimming that I slimmed down and firmed up." "Ah... So it was in college you dated a lot." "I sure did, honey. I had a lot of lonely Saturday nights to make up for. *AND*, I was a cheerleader -- I had a responsibility to my public." I was trying to keep the conversation light and fun. In fact, I had been a little on the wild side in college. I had dated a lot of the jocks, sometimes two or three at a time, nothing kinky, but often one on each night of the weekend. I settled down in grad school and met Phil there, but college had been fun -- no doubt about that. "So, it's true, what we non-athletes think about cheerleaders and football players?" Obviously, my high school reunion was forgotten, and Phil wanted to hear about my cheerleading days. |