There's no making up. I was hit on when I was 19 by an nfl player. I was walking by there practice. I don't know which one a lineman I think. I was on my way to see a crush he hooted at me, someone said leave my number I didn't find a pen and felt dumb I had turned to make sure they were talking to me. They joked about it. I didn't do it. My first husband was black my mom used to say should brought home an nfl player if you were bringing home a black guy. And I could have. But my insecurities got the best of me. What if he was the one? I never met the one, but my mom has said nfl often to me, has talked about how she knew I'd marry a black guy. I just screwed up.