“Do you use some kind of hypnosis to train them on how to share you or behave around
you?”
“Nope.”
“Well then, what’s your secret?”
Zan looked into his drink and swirled it around as if he was reading tea leaves. A grin
grew across his face and he looked up at me.
“Did you know I hardly have any male friends?” he asked.
“I did not,” I said a bit caught off guard.
“It’s true,” he said. “I enjoy the company of women so much more than the company of
men. I don’t know what it is, or why, I just do.”
“Are you saying you’d rather not be eating diner with me,” I joked.
Zan laughed. “Not at all,” he said. “It’s just that my life is filled with women.”
“So...” I said, trying to work out what Zan was getting at. “Are you saying that you
understand women better because you surround yourself with them?”
“Not really,” said Zan. “But when women are around me, I feel energized. I could be
tired, cranky, low energy, not wanting to talk to anyone... but when I see a beautiful
woman walk by, I light up. It invigorates me!”
“But what does that have to do with managing more than one girlfriend?” I asked.
Zan smiled at me, the same way he did the night two years ago when I was trying to
make things more complicated than they need to be.
“You think too much, Joe,” he said. “Anyone ever tell you that?”
I laughed. “All the time.”
Zan turned his head and nodded in the direction of a waitress who was sitting at an empty
booth nearby, updating the dinner menus for the evening.
“You see that waitress over there?” he asked.
I turned and looked. She was a blonde with long, curly hair. Her breasts where huge,
and the tight, white tank top she wore barely kept them in check. She was a stunner, as
were all the waitresses what worked at the Rainbow Room.
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