Picture a man, 6' 5", 200 pounds of pure sex appeal, his thick jaw accentuated only by the pencil stach that sits comfortably on his moist, kissable lips. He walks up to you until he is lumbering over you. The only thing distracting you from his obviously over-bearing figure is the lump in his pants that is rubbing against your arm. I know what you're thinking. 'Help me, this man is going to defile my innocence.' But don't fight it, you know what the end result will be. As he looms in for a smooch, you notice a rather portly, acne- ridden young man peeking around the corner at your unflattering situation. That's me.