I was supposed to wipe the slate clean. New college. New state. New start. But even before my first class, I was already off on the wrong foot. At that frat party, it was me versus the most famous womanizer on campus, and I still don't know who came out on top. I do know that when I found out Bobby Sullivan was joining me, my cousin, and his friends for our week-long holiday retreat, I should've listened to my gut...