Yesterday, my younger son returned from an introductory field trip to the junior college he plans to attend. There were a lot of other students from his high school who were doing the same thing so he was not alone.
"How'd it go?" I asked.
"Fine," he replied with delight. "You wouldn't believe the number of good-looking women who were there."
"Acres and acres of pussy, hunh?" I said. No sense in sidestepping the reality of hormones.
"Yeah," he said.
"Well, as long as you keep your grades up, I guess it won't hurt if other things come up as well."
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll keep 'em up."
Nothing like a little wily misdirection.