I wake on Saturday nervous and it takes me nearly half an hour to even pick a fantasy so I can sort out the burning erection in my boxers and try to start relaxing. Everything is already prepped for the party, and no one is due over until like, six, but my stomach starts doing flips from the moment I get up and get dressed after my shower. I wander around the house for a while, pausing to rub the stubble on my scalp, until my mother tells me to stop wearing a hole in the carpet and do something