The next blunder was a one week fling with my college orientation leader. All the freshmen in my group had roommates, and my odd man out status placed me in the lap of the school's most talented football player. Literally. For six nights, I was his. Vulnerably and irrevocably his. When he whispered baby in my ear, everything felt right. It was a young fool's first love, but in the end, he changed. I wasn't his 'baby' anymore, I was a fag. I didn't know how painful heartbreak could be, and I hated that my body couldn't forget his touch.