Paul wanted to be a culture-vulture. He bought tickets to the ballet and symphony, invested in expensive art and Billy Holiday records. He took up Creole cooking when it was considered the IT cuisine. But he was fighting a losing battle. He had a brain for math, did very well at an elite engineering college in Michigan and worked as an engineer for General Motors. Worse still, he lived with other engineers. Once while leafing through his copy of Gentleman’s Quarterly he found his roommate had taped a pubic hair to the first page of an article on male purses.
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