Men With So Many Women
October 5, 2011 § 62 Comments
At the party on Sunday night I bumped into the friend who had introduced me a year or so ago to the man who went on to offer me A Slice of Disappointment (cf. earlier blog of that name) and very soon after that boasted that he had met someone else. I asked after him. She beamed. “Oh, he is so well,” she told me. “At last, really enjoying the benefits of being single.” Her voice was steeped with implication. It was just a question of how many women were being implied. And if he was seeing them all at once or, rather more conservatively, one after another, in quick succession? Two? Four? Six?
Probably several at once if another of my friend’s cheery news is anything to go by. She has just rung me to tell me that no fewer than three men in her (smartest, richest) neighbourhood (in all England) are reaping the rewards of divorce. One, a famous journalist I have known since I was twelve, has six women on the go, apparently. He must be nearly seventy. Another man has four or five and none of the women know about each other but each is more crazy about him than the last. My friend was sure that Poppy Seed is bound to be dating/seeing/screwing more women than just me.
I thanked her for that and said that had really made my day. No snippet could I imagine more tailor-made to lighten the burden of a plankton’s plight.
“No, Plank, you are gorgeous, in your own way,” she insisted. “I am only saying this for your own protection. I know a man who’s really quite good-looking and worth a billion and has just split up with his wife. He is looking in the thirty-five year bracket but says they are such a bore because they are just after his money and want babies and are too intense when he just wants a fuck-buddy. I must introduce you to him! He might like you because you are just you and he’d get the vibe that you aren’t after his money.”
Such a fetching prospect. I can hardly contain myself.