04 Oct 2007 › 2:45pm
Claire had this huge meeting with the board of directors to talk about what’s going on with stock prices blah blah blah.. anyway, Mr. Copeland had to be there too. So it turned out that Marina and I were both free to actually… dun…dun…dun leave the building for lunch! Anyway, we went to Serafina for the yummy tomato soup. I guess it was all the graying temples and pleated pants that inspired us, but talk quickly turned to the pluses and minuses of having a sugar daddy. Turns out, Marina’s actually had one before! Though she says she wouldn’t do it again, I guess he really helped her established herself when she first got to New York. She says her apartment is ridiculous, and way below market, and she would never have never landed it without the help of Mr. Fossil (not his real name). An amazing apartment? I never even thought of that! For me, whenever I daydream about a sugar daddy, I inevitably fantasize about the many, many shoes I’d buy with Daddy’s Amex. Shoes I would then want to trot out on the town to attract nubile rock boys. So even within a two minute dream loop it’s clear that I could never pull it off. I mean, I can’t even eat a single bite of food I don’t like. I can’t not visibly recoil when flipping channels and accidentally pausing on Larry the Cable Guy. I can’t not roll my eyes when Naomi kisses Claire’s ass. So how on earth could I ever poker-face-it through an elder-hump? Alas, it just ain’t in my skill-set.
