Run, Baby, Run
Those muscular shoulders and view from behind….well they were the staple of many a young girl’s dreams. The jocks are top of the rung in high school. They are pandered to by parents and students alike. They get paraded for their athletic prowess and worshipped by the rest of the student body….males and females alike. Because in high school we’re just…well shallow.
Winning a game becomes the most important thing in the world…and the jocks are the ones that make it happen. We want immediate gratification…and we got it. All packed in to a Friday night…most of it out on the field. Unless, of course, you were a jock and you might get a little action off the field.
Ask any high school girl who ever dated a jock and she’ll tell you that the scent of a male athlete after winning a game…is pretty heady stuff. You can’t bottle that. It’s an unforgettable elixir of success and a hot shower splashed for good measure with liberal amounts of Canoe/Brut/Jade Calvin Klein/Ralph….or whatever your decade’s best scent happened to be.
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It was yummy…and we loved it.
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