I was attracted to handsome young men from the time I was 9 or 10. That posed no problem until I was in high school, and the handsome young men around me began to be attracted to girls. I was pretty smart, and it did not take me long to realize that something different was motivating them and me. It also was abundantly clear that I better pretend to be like them. I also, more than anything, wanted to be like them. I did everything I could think of to arouse myself over female features. I dated. I double dated. I danced with women at parties. I was determined to be, not only one of the guys, but to live up to my growing reputation as the "Best Little Boy," judged such by my peers as by anyone else. I was the Best Little Boy, president of my class, awarded various popularity trophies, cheered on the rare occasion when I did something useful on the basketball court, recipient of high-school and university fraternity bids.
Before I went off to college, I told my closest high school friend, Shelby White, "Wouldn't it be neat if I got to be an SAE at MIT." I not only was an SAE at MIT, I was president of my junior class at MIT, on he Dean's list, and president of SAE.
