,” I said, but it was getting harder and harder to feign enthusiasm. Barth’s for two weeks, she’s not going to be left behind because she needs to write copy all day to make 500 bucks to pay her cable bill.A girl, if she’s going out a lot with me, cannot be wearing the same thing all the time, so of course I’ll buy her her Louboutins and Gucci handbags.”“That makes sense.”“I don’t want to feel like I’m paying for company, though.
Before we sat down, Hank gave me elevator eyes and said, “Good. Even with a pre-nup, though, you’re at risk.”“Right,” I said.
I need a tall, blonde girlfriend.”When the waiter arrived, I ordered a very necessary glass of Sauvignon Blanc. I allowed Hank to feed me a piece of meat and chewed thoroughly.
If I had a hefty allowance from a generous benefactor, though, I figured that I could take the leap comfortably. To overcome my reservations about walking the line between dating and prostitution, I told myself that any such concerns were the result of societal conditioning.
The idea of wealthy older people supporting struggling younger ones is nothing revolutionary, after all—look what Peggy Guggenheim did for Jackson Pollock or the Tuohys did for N. The idea that mixing money and mating is inherently bad, I reasoned, was a fallacy based on our collective obsession with moralizing sex.
Mating rituals involving the exchange of gifts—be they hunks of meat, small fishes, or diamond rings—are ingrained in many species, from apes to seabirds, to humans.