Sex and the city

Chapter 31 Dances with Wolves: Diamond King?Goodbye!

In recent weeks, several unrelated but identical events have occurred one after another.

Simon Papstock, the president of a software company, recuperates in his luxury apartment.The phone rang suddenly.

"You bastard!" A woman's voice.

"What?" said Simon. "Who are you?"

"it's me!"

"Oh, MK! I was about to call you, but I had a cold. The party was great that night."

"It's nice to have at least one other person who thinks it's okay," MK said, "because everyone's upset except you."

"Really?" Simon sat up in bed.

"It's because of you, Simon. You've gone too far. It's just disgusting!"

"What did I do?" Simon asked.

"You bring a whore—you bring a whore every time. No one can stand you!"

"Hey, wait," Simon said, "Tissy's not a whore. She's cute."

"Well, Simon," MK said, "when will you live like a normal person? Why aren't you married yet?" She hung up the phone.

Harry Samson, 46, is a well-known art dealer.This evening, as usual, he was drinking leisurely in Frederick when someone introduced him to a very attractive twenty-year-old girl.She had just moved to New York to work as an assistant to an artist whom Harry knew well.

"Hi, I'm Harry Samson." His voice sounded languid, with a typical East Coast accent, and of course it could be because he was smoking a cigarette.

"I know who you are," said the girl.

"Can we have a drink together?" Harry asked.

The girl exchanged glances with her companion. "You're the man, aren't you?" she said. "Don't bother me, thank you. I know your name pretty well."

"This place is awful," Harry said to himself.

A certain species in New York is already in decline.They have long since deteriorated - and before this species was honored as "diamond five".This is not an exaggeration.These days, single older men who never think about marriage and don't even have a regular girlfriend are notorious.Do you want to see evidence?abound.

Miranda Hobbs runs into Packard and Amanda again at the Christmas party.She had been introduced to the couple by Sam, the investment banker, when she was dating him.And her own relationship lasted only three months before it ended in a hurry.

"What have you been up to lately? No news at all." Amanda asked. "We have called you many times to invite you to my house for a party, but we have never heard back from you."

"Sorry, there's nothing I can do about it," Miranda said. "I know you guys are friends with Sam, but honestly, I can't stand him anymore. I'd rather not go to a party with him. I don't want to see him again." Take one look at him. There's definitely something wrong with him. I reckon he hates women—he seduces you, tells you he wants to marry you, then just evaporates out of nowhere and goes hunting for twenty-something girls."

Packard leaned closer and said to Miranda, "We're not friends with him anymore either. Amanda can't stand him, and I've had enough of him. He's been getting close to a guy named Barry lately. They Every night I go to restaurants in SOHO to catch women."

"Two old men in their 40s!" Amanda said. "It's really disgusting!"

"When the hell are they going to grow up?" Miranda said.

"Or they just make a pair." Packard answered.

Wolves never come again
On a gray afternoon in the early winter of November, a man named Curly Wentworth was eloquent on New York society—his favorite subject. "Those guys who are single all the time," he listed the names of a string of diamond bums, "honestly, honey, they've died a long time ago."

Curley ordered a second scotch. "There are many reasons why men don't get married," he said, "either they don't want to develop a relationship with a friend with benefits, or they think marriage will ruin a good thing. And sometimes it's really hard to choose-you should marry a 30 Do you marry someone who can give you children when you are many years old, or marry someone who can help you take care of your life and plan your career—like Carlo Petrie.”

"The relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is also a problem, such as a certain person." Curley named a billionaire and explained, "He is almost sixty and still not married, and he hangs around with women with big breasts and no brains all day long. Together. But if you were him, would you dare to find a capable woman? If you bring a powerful woman home to challenge your mother's authority, you just wait for the family to be in trouble!"

"What's more, these men never count, and the girls are already tired of them." Curley leaned forward and said, "If I were a single girl, I must wonder why I have to waste time with these men. Time? There are [-] million men waiting for me! I'd rather hang out with a gay man I can talk to than waste time with some old man like that. Who wants to sit there and listen to him gossip about his business and have to put on a look of admiration to kiss his ass. He's so old, that's all. Really, people like him are not worth your energy to please him anymore. They have shouted Hundreds of times 'cry wolf' and no one believes it anymore."

"After all, it's you who decides whether a man is worth your time with him. If a man keeps refusing to mention marriage and doesn't want to pay, then the woman doesn't have to bear it anymore. Let him suffer on his own. He deserves it."

Jack's Thanksgiving
"You'll understand as soon as I explain it," photographer Norman said. "Take Jack. You know Jack, right. Everyone knows him. I was thinking the other day, I've known him for ten years , but never saw this guy with anyone for more than a month and a half - and I've been married for three years. On Thanksgiving we went to friends' houses for dinner like the old fashioned ones, all old friends who have known each other for years Most of them were married as early as me, and those who were not married were about to talk about marriage. As a result, when Jack appeared, he brought a strange girl, in her 20s, with blond hair and blue eyes. The waitress we met in the restaurant. We are familiar with it, but the question is is this appropriate? First of all, the girl is not a good woman at first glance, and she is a stranger, and the atmosphere of the whole party is completely destroyed by her. And Jack isn't a good guy either, all he can think about is sleeping with that woman. That's the way it is no matter where anyone meets him. So why are we hanging out with him? After Thanksgiving, in our circle Women unanimously decided to kick Jack out. We don't need him in our circle."

Samantha Jones and Magda also chatted about the bachelors, especially Jack and Harry, over dinner at Kilske's.

"I heard that Jack is still showing off the girls he got," Magda said, "and it's exactly the same as he said 15 years ago. Men always think there are only women with bad reputations, and there are no men with bad reputations—they really do. Big mistake. How come they don't see how a girl can demean herself to go out with him if she sees him with a slut?"

"Jack is better, I can understand that he only wants to make a lot of money and puts all his energy on his career," Samantha said, "but I don't understand Harry. He claims that he doesn't care about power and money at all. , but everyone knows that he doesn't care about feelings. Then what value do you think he has? What's the point of living for such a person?
"What's more," said Magda, "everyone knows what these filthy men slept with!"

"There's nothing more disgusting than that," Samantha said.

"I ran into Roger at Mortimer two days ago, no surprise at all," said Magda.

"Is he fifty years old?" Samantha said.

"Basically. You know, I dated him in my 20s when In and Out magazine named him the hottest single in New York, which is ridiculous now. He did There was a big villa, but the problem was that his mother lived in that villa with him; he did have ocean-view rooms in Southampton and Palm Beach, and he had VIP cards for spas and tennis clubs. But you know what? That's all he's got, all his life. Besides, he's got nothing but a 'Golden Bachelor' title."

"So what's he doing now?" Samantha asked.

"Same as before," Magda said, "with all the women in New York. He moved to Los Angeles long after they had managed to get his cell phone number. Then he went to London, and now he's in Paris. He said he had been back to New York for two months, and I asked him what he was going to do, and he said—he wanted to stay with his mother!"

The two women looked at each other and laughed.

"There's something more exciting," said Magda. "He told me he was particularly fond of French girls. He was visiting at the house of a great man who had three daughters. He said he would give any of the three girls He was willing. When having dinner with them, he felt that he was doing well, so he deliberately told them the story of a friend of his. His friend was an Arab prince who had three wives and sisters. The three French girls immediately put down their faces and left the table angrily."

"The question is do you think these men get it? Do they know how miserable they are?" Samantha said.

"I don't think I know." Magda shrugged.

"I'm in pain"

The next day, Simon Papstock made a few phone calls in the VIP lounge at JFK.One of the calls was to a young girl he had dated years earlier.

"I'm going to Seattle," Simon said, "and I don't feel good at all."

"Oh, really?" The woman seemed happy to hear that he was having a bad day.

"I don't know why, but everyone criticizes me for something. They say they think I'm disgusting."

"Then what do you think?"

"Maybe a little."

"I understand."

"My relationship with Mary didn't last long, so I took a friend to the party, a young, beautiful girl. She was very nice and a friend of mine. Everyone turned out to be against me."

"You can't last long with anyone, Simon."

"But then I ran into a woman at the cinema that I knew a few years ago. I wasn't very interested in her at the time, so we were just friends. Then she came up to me and said: 'I never wanted to have anything to do with you. relationship. I don't want any of my friends to have anything to do with you, you've hurt too many women!'”

"She's telling the truth."

"So what the hell am I supposed to do? I'm in so much pain that I just can't find the right person, so I'm dating different people—come on, everybody does that." He hesitated, then continued, "I I was sick yesterday."

"Poor thing," said the woman, "are you just wishing you had someone by your side to take care of you?"

"Nor," said Simon, "it's not a serious illness. . . Damn it, forget it! You're right, I did think so. Do you think there's something wrong with me? I want to see you, I want to talk to you, You can definitely help me."

"I have a boyfriend," the woman said. "We're getting married soon. I don't think he wants me to see you."

"Oh," said Simon, "well then."

"But if you want to call me, please do so."

(End of this chapter)