He was muscular, like a man who could pin you up against the wall as easily as a poster, yet lean, like a man who
would rather cradle you in his arms. He had reddish, blonde-brown hair that was groomed heterosexually. He looked older than the other boys in the room—maybe not as old as God or my father, but certainly a viable replacement. Imagine if you took every woman’s idea of a hot guy and averaged it out into one man. This was that man.
— Harvard Lampoon
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