From The Friend Zone To The End Zone

I’ve always been something of a “guy’s girl.” You know, the kind of chick that can hang with the boys, whether it involve throwing a tight spiral in a game of touch football or playing wingman at the corner bar. To this day, I suspect that I am allergic to dresses and can tell raunchy stories with the best of them. I’ve been to a few bachelor parties in my time and was even best man for my dad when he got remarried. Yes, I wore a tux. No, I had no part in planning HIS bachelor party activities a

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