I'm straight, really. The straightest man not just in college, but in the whole world. When my eyes divert to the hot beefcake across from me, it doesn't mean that I feel anything alien for him. It certainly doesn't even hint that he's anything more than a possible role model. I know he's excessively tall, always overconfident, and thinks that his package is the biggest ever - and truly, the latter just might be true, given that little sneak...