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“Forty?  Hah!  I’m fifty years old.  And you know what?  I still got it.”  Timothy lifts his shirt to reveal a six-pack, and flexes.

“Oh Alan, you must meet Paul.”

“How did he get here?”

“Oh he just walked by and someone invited him in - I’m telling you, it’s just like the old Village here.  And he lives a block away!  And he doesn’t know anything about me - he’ll find all that out soon enough.  More wine anybody?  Ted?”

“Paul? I’m Ted.  Good to meet you.  John and I go back very many years - speaking of which, Timothy, tonight on the L train it was unbelievable-”

“Well it wasn’t so great on the 3!”

“There were like ten hot guys sitting in a row across from me.  It was uncanny.  You would have loved it.”

“Does anybody need any more wine?  No?  Okay, Paul, you are just like me!  Each of us quit our jobs - what? - where did I work?  I worked at the LGBT community center, but I’ve done it all.  I’m gonna focus full-time on my art now.  My painting, my photography, my erotic art.  Oh my god, are they grilling?  Look at this backyard!  This is the most gorgeous backyard, John is so lucky to have this space.  Oh, John, you’ve met Paul already-”

“He was walking by the store and I told him to come in-”

“Ugh, and he’s a straight!  So now it’s like, the older artist mentoring the younger artist.  Look at him, I’d-I have to stop myself!  What?  You have to go?”

Yes.  Sorry.

“Okay, well e-mail me if you need any help on your new magazine.  I’ve edited a magazine, you know.  Which magazine?  Okay let’s just say I’ve worked on a LOT of magazines and leave it at that, okay?  You are so beautiful.  Have a great night.”

Bye.