A Viagrable Candidate

Many people worry if they go to a large university that they'll be overwhelmed by the masses and get lost among their innumerable peers, but in actuality there are many ways for the college student to consolidate their social circle. Through the utilization of communities like Greek life, athletics, and performing arts, a student has the ability to make their campus feel much smaller. However, one should be warned that within these communities there is virtually no separation between the private and the public, and therefore the concept of secrecy doesn't really exist. These communities entertain something that I like to call the Locker Room Effect. The Locker Room Effect is when a person shares the details of a hook-up with their teammates/frat bros/sorority sisters, with the intention of it staying confined to that group of people, which it inevitably never does. Though there are definite positives to the Locker Room Effect. When you're interested in a person, finding out their entire sexual history is easier than typing their name into the Facebook search bar.
Last night I went to a party armed with my sorority friend as a wingman. We made our rounds, I met new people, it was all very routine until my friend introduced me to a particularly tall and eyebrowedly endowed guy. After a brief conversation, I gushed to my friend, "He is so hot!" Immediately a funny look came over her face.
"What? What's up with him? Does he have a girlfriend?"
"Ha ha, no, that's not it." She took a second to snicker before continuing, "He can't stay hard."
I choked on my beer.
"This girl in my house used to be hooking up with him, and she said they tried like, three times to have sex but he just couldn't."
"No fucking way..." I was shocked, but not revolted. In truth, I was even more intrigued by him now. There was something appealing about how he was physically unable to toot it and boot it. Thus far in my college experience, I'd experienced weekly feelings of hatred towards the male gender. Every Thursday-Saturday I'd met a new guy and only two hours later always found myself sternly saying "No, I'm not going to fuck you" as they tried to persuasively kiss my neck. But this guy was a different story. His perspectively embarrassing secret made him the perfect candidate for a hook up in my eyes.