This is Roland. He likes frozen vodka shots (for which he invents profane rhyming toasts), his mother's fuzzy dogs, and playing vintage video games. You meet a friend's party where he tells you he's 23 (and you believe it) but he's actually only 18, which becomes obvious once you get him in bed. He looks better with his clothes on (skinny chicken-legs never did it for anyone) but he's huge where it counts and can go all night. You break up after two weeks - come on, he's in high school - but he'll love you forever.
(Image via The Sartorialist)
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