Wow, thank you! Yeah, this is the burden of loving a Ray, I think -- the inescapable fact of teenage lusting-after-girls. Not that I think he didn't lust after the boys, just that there's no way to get around the girls.

I've had boyfriends like this -- sweet and smart and wonderful, but you're sort of embarrassed to describe them to people. I can just hear Stella's friends: "Okay, so he has a leather jacket, and a cool car, and a tattoo, and he smokes. Let me guess, Stella, is he a boxer, too? Oh, wait, even better! Does he fight crime?"