My younger brother once brought his entire fraternity pledge class home for a weekend, and I just happened to be visiting home as well. Ok, I totally planned it. Anyway, the majority of them were hot but (assuming they were straight) I held myself in check. Except for this one guy. He kept walking around my mom’s house in a cut-off t-shirt and clingy gym shorts. And I’d be sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal and he’d nonchalantly bid me hello and then bend over in front of me to get his protein whatever out of the fridge. Was this fella for reals? He looked EXACTLY like Evan Wadle. Like mirror image. Maybe it was Evan Wadle! Anyway, nothing much happened. Although that Saturday night he came home drunk, and I came home drunk, and he thought it necessary to let me know he was cool around gays. His arm was around my shoulder, and I was SO waiting for the inevitable “is it true homos suck dick better than girls?”. Alas, my little bro broke this up because he knew I had no problem with providing his friend with the answer to that question. With a demonstration.