I could almost stop myself from laughing. “Alright, alright, I get it — that’s supposed to be me, but you’re just making all the rest up. People go to the gym all the time for all sorts of reasons.”

“You really don’t remember why you and Becca broke up, do ya?”

I roll my eyes and try to look anywhere but at her. “Let me guess,” I sigh, “Either you or Becca found a skirt or two in my dorm and thought, ‘This guy must be a total perv!’ Is that why we broke up?” I ask, “Cracking eggs is all about outing some crossdresser?”