Opening of chapter (this part, I think is safe -- I don't think Dean would object to any of the below):
The first week of college -- in fact, during orientation week, before classes even started -- I met a boy. Dean was six feet two, from the Midwest, of German ancestry and of a scientific bent -- a physics major. He kissed me for the first time over a math textbook; we were on the same floor of the dorm, and he'd offered to help me with calculus, which was giving me grief. We dated for three months, and then had a long, drawn out break-up for several months after that. We spent a tremendous amount of time in bed that fall semester, and I ended up flunking calculus. I lied to my parents about the whole thing.What do you think? Would you want to read more?