Connor, your old roommate

You text your friend Connor. You and him don't talk too much since you got your own place. It's not that you hate the guy, but you two were randomly placed together last year and never really meshed. At least that's the way you feel about it. Connor has always acted buddy-buddy and you've always believed it's just because he liked looking at your girlfriend Eve when you'd bring her over. Eve for her part hated his guts, telling you she though Connor was checking her out whenever he thought she wasn't looking.

Sometimes you felt bad because Connor was a slightly pudgy and unattractive guy who clearly just wanted to belong. You never had a deep conversation with him but you suspect he has more in common with incels than regular people. Regardless, you think he can be helpful to you here.

*hey man, long time, meant to text you last week but classes started out crazy. you on campus today? want to meet at the coffee place near the art center?* you shoot over to Connor. You barely get out of your car when your phone buzzes.

*yo bro ya that'd be cool, i can b their in 10* Connor replies.

As you head to the coffee shop you keep your eyes peeled with your 5 points in mind. Well, partially, as the other part of you still loves seeing all these nude coeds. As you pass by one you grab her tit as a walk-by grope and grin to yourself. You don't even stop to see her reaction.