Jake McCartey:

"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt/So sexy it
hurts.."

Jake danced around his apartment, yanking his t-shirt over his
head as he moved to the music. He loved this song; it was one of
his guiltiest pleasures besides Baywatch and VIP. He was, he
admitted to himself, an extremely good looking man. There was no
shame in that. It had made his life immeasurably easier over the
years. Being easy on the eyes saved his ass hundreds of times.

He checked himself out in the mirror.

And what an ass it was!