Sometimes other Handsome Men would show up at shows, in stark defiance of the rules of Handsomery. Sure, more than one Handsome Man was allowed in the same room in, say, New York or Los Angeles, but on the road, it was understood that handsoming is a lonesome business: “one Man under one roof” was the saying.
But, still: they would arrive and plant themselves right in Bobby’s eye line and when Bobby saw them, he would make the above face because these so-called Handsome Men had brought their weak sauce. They were bush league. Belgian waffles in a French toast world.
At his absolute zenith of handsomanity (Peak Sexy), Bobby caught his mirror getting a boner from his reflection.