At the time of our encounter I was ushering a door in my mandated khaki best and a collared shirt with all the erotic energy of a public middle school band concert. The event was a movie premiere at Lincoln Center. Some Matt Damon/Ben Affleck flick watched exclusively by dads in those wrinkly leather recliners that smell faintly of Costco peanuts, whisky, and an underlining fear of the great beyond.