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much thought to wrestling. It never appealed to her and she especially disliked watching professional wrestling on television. She always thought that wrestling was more homoerotic than anything else: two men twisting about in spandex. But her opinion changed when she watched Nick wrestle for the first time.
                Sitting at the sidelines, she watched him pace with his sweatshirt hood over his head like a shroud, and headphones plugged in his ears. He was focused on the ring in front of him but grinned when he saw Josie.
                She snapped a picture of him with her cellphone camera and admired his picture. Her tummy did a little flip whenever she saw Nick. It had only been a few months and already she was head over heels. She had never thought this way about David—a boy she knew most of her life. She was amazed that Nick could come into her life and completely fill all the voids. Josie’s body tingled as she thought about the way he looked at her and kissed her.  
                When his name was called to the mat, Josie stiffened with tension. She watched him casually walk to the mat dressed in tight, black spandex shorts and tank combo with a light blue Johnstown high school crest on the back. All their teams took quite a teasing being called the Trojans, especially when athletes were draped in spandex.
                Josie surveyed the contours of Nick’s body, amazed at how little the spandex hid. Everything Josie had come to know intimately about Nick was displayed behind the thin shadow of spandex. She scrunched her face and wondered how he felt comfortable being so exposed. Maybe it was her intimacy with him, or perhaps her own shyness, but she had the urge to walk out to the mat and wrap a towel around his waist. She looked around and was glad that no one else seemed to be taken by her boyfriend’s package.
                On the floor, Nick shook hands with his competitor. When the referee blew the whistle, he approached his opponent with flaring muscles and bulging biceps. He and his opponent clashed at the shoulders like too rams fighting for an ewe, locking and twisting arms, pushing and pulling each other across the mat. Nick let go and grabbed his opponent around the waist. He tried to pull him closer to his own body, but his opponent resisted and retreated back. Nick wobbled and stumbled onto his backside.
                His opponent threw himself on Nick’s chest. Nick gritted his teeth, bent his knees, and thrust his hips upward. He gained momentum and launched on top of his opponent. Nick drowned out the cheering crowd and pressed all his weight onto the back of his opponent. He laced his legs between his opponent’s legs.
                Nick grimaced and contorted his face as he used all his might to break his opponent’s all-fours position. His opponent’s knee gave in and his lower body was subdued. Nick concentrated on his opponent’s upper arms until his opponent buckled and fell to the mat. Nick leaned on his opponent’s shoulder and waited for the referee to blow his whistle. He bounced up and the referee raised his hand in victory.
                Nick walked and searched for Josie in the stands. She gave him a thumb’s up. Nick gave no bold, macho gestures over his victory; he simply walked off the mat with a slight fist pump.
                 It was oddly exciting for Josie to watch Nick wrestle. She admired his quickness, his agility, and especially his cunning. Even from the stands, she could see the furious look in his determined eyes as he contemplated his next move.
                Josie waited for him in the gymnasium lobby. Nick was usually one of the first out of the locker room, because he refused to dry his hair no matter how cold it was outside. He wore a wool knit cap and his sweatshirt pulled low over his eyes, under his thick winter coat. He walked out with his gym bag