says an arch voice from behind us. Josh.Of course. Who better to interrupt this lovely, heartwarming moment than a man who can’t do Lamaze breathing exercises without a paper bag, and who is carrying a cat wearing a cone on its head, which he drops instantly as Chuckles makes a sound like he’s Dracula’s undead feline with a three-hundred-year-old hairball to cough up. I would not marry him even if I were into dudes.Josh, I mean.“Let’s just get this out of the way right up front, though,” Josh says with a long sigh appended to the end. His hand is outstretched, palm facing me, and his mouth is tight. The guy is the cleanest man I have ever seen. Slightly balding in the way that Prince William is getting thin up top, Josh wears rimless glasses, and has not a single stray facial hair. Does the guy wax his face?He’s pale, like a desk jockey, and Rainbow Brite is with him, sporting a leather vest, no shirt underneath, and Bruce Springsteen jeans, complete with the red bandana in the back pocket.
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