Somehow I managed to stay a virgin through my first semester of college, and I’m not sure how. I mean, I have some idea — the guys I’d met were awful. But I’m still amazed I didn’t let one of the trumpet players from school score with me during our marching band road trips. I played the clarinet, but I don’t want you to imagine me as the stereotypical marching band nerd with headgear and a complete lack of social skills. I’m cute and put-together, and I enjoy partying, dancing, and making out with random guys. I did all of that during my first semester at college for sure. But then the second semester rolled around, and I met the hottest man ever to exist. Well, at least to me.

He was my professor, of course.

James taught one of the required General Education... Read More