So during my recent "Whatever happened to...?" research binge, I looked up three former love interests. The one I slept with is out of the Navy, three-times divorced, unemployed, lives with her four kids in the same backwoods Ohio farming community in which she grew up, complains online about her intestinal problems, and looks more or less like a well-seasoned catcher's mitt. Mostly more.
The two I didn't sleep with? A pretty doctor and a pretty lawyer.