The Whores of Mensa
For fifty bucks, I learned, you could “relate without getting close.” For a hundred, a girl would lend you her Bartok records, have dinner, and then let you watch while she had an anxiety attack. For one-fifty, you could listen to FM radio with twins. For three bills, you got the works: A thin Jewish brunette would pretend to pick you up at the Museum of Modern Art, let you read her master’s, get you involved in a screaming quarrel at Elaine’s over Freud’s conception of women, and then fake a suicide of your choosing — the perfect evening, for some guys. Nice racket. Great town, New York.
Woody Allen
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1. beau | April 5th, 2006 at 4:09 pm
A great old story. For a nice variation on the theme, check out Sean Astin (sp? the kid from Goonies who later played “Sam Gamgee) in Vonnegut’s “Harrison Bergeron” (again, sp?)
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