My name is Liz. Elizabeth is okay, but don't call me Lizzie. I admit I was a snob in high school. I was stuck up, only dating the handsomest jocks, not even talking to most of the 'ordinary people'. That seemed like a waste of time. I was looking to find the 'coolest' friends, the studliest guys. It turns out I wasn't that successful. But I wasn't mean. It wasn't like I tried to be obnoxious, or ignore people. I would speak to those 'ordinary people' if they spoke first. I even would have nice conversations with them. But I didn't seek them out, try to be nice, or encourage them. I had the physical qualities that I thought everyone wanted. Even craved. I was very slender, a bit above average height with long, shapely legs, everyone called