When I was in college in Ann Arbor, I met a guy at a magazine stand. He was looking at men's magazines, saw me, and started talking to me. I was skinny and shy, 21 years old, and taken aback by his friendliness. I was also very innocent. He invited me to his place nearby to talk. We ended up fooling around. I was naive and grateful. He was confident, hairy, and handsome with brown hair, a midwestern friendly face with nice stubble, and a muscular build. He was 22 and also a student and had a job as a bellman at a campus hotel. He told me he often made great tips and had great times messing around with guests. This happened in 1981 and I never forgot it. I have had many fantasies about him and his exploits. I'd read a book of his experiences. Or watch a film. Just sayin'...