<a class="link link--external" href="https://www.google.com/search?q=male+college+soccer+player&amp;tbm=isch&amp;ved=2ahUKEwifyPmrhuPyAhVLQFMKHS11BYkQ2-cCegQIABAC&amp;oq=male+college+soccer+&amp;gs_lcp=ChJtb2JpbGUtZ3dzLXdpei1pbWcQARgAMgUIABCABDIFCCEQqwI6AggpOgQIABAYUIL0AVi3ggJg14kCaABwAHgAgAFTiAGeB5IBAjEzmAEAoAEBwAEB&amp;sclient=mobile-gws-wiz-img&amp;ei=zTUyYd-tPMuAzQKt6pXICA&amp;bih=553&amp;biw=375&amp;prmd=inbxv&amp;rlz=1CDGOYI_enUS590US590&amp;hl=en-US#imgrc=2mhLr5AX5EzknM" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Nathaniel (Nate) Breyman</a>found ALEC in much the same way Xavier did, browsing the university list of official clubs and organizations. He was on the club soccer team already, and it was a perfectly fine athletic outlet for him, but socially it wasn't really meeting his needs. That was in part because he didn't feel as if he quite fit in with his team, and also because they were entirely male. For a young man in college like him, this was opposed to what he wanted his life for the next couple of years to be like. Did he expect to be constantly drinking, partying, and sleeping around? Not at all, but he still felt that his current routine lacked a way for him enjoy the company of the fairer sex, platonically and romantically.<br/><br/>When he saw the listing for ALEC though, he nearly laughed at the irony of that last thought. "Now<i>that</i>would be a way to meet some girls" he mused to himself as he clicked on the full listing. A time and a place, the Waldman Building on Friday Night. He'd walked by it once or twice, it was the sociology building. Or maybe psychology? Anthropology was his next guess, but he couldn't pin down which it was. Either way, he resolved to be there at least to check it out. Worst case, it might make for a good story. Best case, he'd get laid with some nympho chick.<br/><br/>He didn't think much of it as the week went on. It occupied the place in his mind reserved for curiosities, things that were mildly interesting but didn't create any nervousness in him as they approached. That being said, he found himself in a bit of a conundrum when Friday night came around. How should he dress for, in his mind, was just an over-explained orgy? Not formal right? He didn't have any clothes that were distinctly sexual either. In the end he settled on a three-quarter sleeve shirt that complimented his athletic build, paired with some jeans. He took a less commonly walked path through campus, and finally reached the Waldman building at 7:00 on the dot. He opened the door and headed inside, tramping casually down the basement stairs, and walking down the hallway towards the open room. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he caught a brief glimpse of someone walking in before him, though he couldn't tell who. It wasn't more than a moment before he was walking into the room himself.