Social life after freshman year was miserable.
So, a string of lovers visited me in my sleep. When I had been working especially hard, one would visit me. She would teach me something new about how to love a woman. Each one was wonderful and cannot compare to any real woman. Each was perfectly unreal. Each taught me something. Nothing that left a mess in the bed. How to look softly and smile, how to say hello, how to kiss very gently, and many other very useful things to know.