I'm almost hurt! I've already secured the book back under the (admittedly meager) pile of Outstanding essays from my school days. Unless anyone digs around in my box of nostalgia and turns deliberately to page 73 of Secrets of the Serengeti, your secret is safe with me.
Also, you'll be happy to hear he's asked me on a proper date, and your sluty little should be happy to know I will probably see some sort of action Saturday night.