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I was always a girl who went from one guy to the next.  Filling the void of the first with the desire of the second.  My best friend Dorothy and I used to joke that we kept a line-up, much like they use in baseball.  I don’t know much about sports, but baseball was the analogy we always used.  That being, you have your heavy hitter first.  If he hits a home run, then great, game over.  But, just in case, you keep your second, and third, and fourth in line, ready to go in.  This keeping strings of men, it’s was what we’d noticed the most successful southern women did.  They kept around a series of male “friends.” 

Catherine: Leaving Nathan