Always blows my mind to see kids from Little Elm dotting the landscape of college football.
When I got out of school, I met a spicy little ginger (total cliché—gorgeous, adventurous, boundless energy, voracious sexual appetite, and absolutely batshit crazy) who lived there. I had never heard of it before. Creeped me the fuck out the first time I went to her place—the town itself was in the very early stages of growth and there was little else out there besides the post office (maybe a Mexican restaurant?)—she lived in what I would call the fucking sticks, at the end of long, unpaved road with very poor lighting. I remember thinking it would be the perfect place to ambush some dumbass and rob him blind…I also remember thinking I didn’t really give a shit because the risk was well worth the reward. Turned out the remote location was rather fortuitous—she was loud. Outside of a stunning beauty (also ginger) I met in Ibiza some years later, she’s still the most physically attractive woman I’ve been with…total basket case, unfortunately. Most exhausting seven months, good and bad, I’ve ever spent. With enough crazy ass stories to last a lifetime.
Anyway, I still think of Little Elm as the same dark, scary forest inhabited by that single crazed succubus who rocked my world back in the day, and I keep having to remind myself that it has actually exploded into a series of indistinguishable MPCs since then. I’m pretty sure that entire area where she lived is fully developed now. I’m also pretty sure that OU still fucking sucks despite this solid new addition.