The way I saw it, hooking up with Ramsey, no strings, benefited us both on the field and off. Ramsey got to exercise his bi-curiousness with me, and I likewise didn’t have to hunt someone to get off with when I got tired of looking at my own hand. I could devote myself completely to football. No external distractions, no need for apps or the make-sure-the-person-isn’t-a-psycho text exchanges before hooking up. It was easy. It was efficient. It was hot as fuck.
