I really enjoyed this college rom-com. How to Date a Douchebag: The Studying Hours is the first sports romance I’ve read about wrestlers. Personally, I’ve never been a fan of wrestling. Big sweaty guys, grabbing each other in headlocks like elementary kids in a playground fight, rolling around on mats, and pinning each other down? Meh. And those unitard thingies they wear? I don’t care how much junk they show, they just aren’t sexy to me. I guess I’m in the minority because all the girls on campus get lady boners over the wrestlers. They must have a really sucky football team or something. Who knows? So yeah. The wrestlers are a big deal at this college and, apparently, the majority of them are big douche canoes.