They got to spend lots and lots of time together as I was going around to my professors and the TAs, trying to get my add/drop form signed. The thing that sucked was that for most of them, I had to explain the reason. My English 101 TA was almost as thrown as Rex. “Seriously? I mean . . . seriously? That’s why you’re dropping out? Your parents pulled your dorm cash?” I shrugged. “I guess it’s better than losing my nut.” Because, you know, that had been damned close to happening, we all knew it. The TA shook her head, lots of straight, shiny brown hair falling around her shoulders. I liked her: she had apples cheeks and a big smile. In fact, she looked a lot like Jenny Brukholtz, and I guess if I’d had a type when I was dating girls, she’d be it. Maybe the fact that I hadn’t had any fantasies about hitting that should have been a big clue that I was Oliver-sexual, right? “I’ll tell you what,”
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