It has been a hot minute since I've mentioned my beloved Andrei Dobrin on these pages, and now is as good a time as any to remedy that situation, I think. I know that my tastes are somewhat rarefied, but to me he achieves levels of perfection seldom attained by mere mortals. Prevailing perceptions of masculine beauty don't usually include six foot, two inch tall bodies with twenty-seven inch waists (words like "beanpole" spring to mind) but I don't have a problem with it. In fact, I have the opposite of a problem with it. And I guess I'm not completely alone, because for someone who is still a full-time high school student, and who lives in Transylvania, he has made quite a career for himself.