Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man

mean, he wasn’t the best-looking dude in the business—there
were others with more money, more prestige, and certainly
better looks than him. Still, he was a master at keeping a stack
of solid tens at all times, with commitments to none of them.
I’d heard about these superplayers with supermodels on their
arms and everything, but when I saw it up close, I was amazed
at how the actual connections could happen, and especially
why these women stayed with this guy, knowing that they
were one of many hanging on his arm.
And I needed to know how this was done (um, not neces-
sarily so that I, too, could have supermodels hanging on my
every word, but because I was genuinely blown away by the
phenomenon). So I sat down and talked to this guy and a bunch
of other men who were in similar “relationships” and asked
them point-blank: How do you keep these women coming
back for more? And each one, including the most notorious of
the bunch, laughed, shook his head, and said pretty much the
same thing: those women want the money, the fame, and the
lifestyle, and they’re willing to put up with a lot of things—not
many of them good—to get it. “But do they realize,” I asked in
all earnestness, “that this is going nowhere?” The one guy
shook his head some more and said, simply, “They don’t know
where it’s going because they never ask.” He added: “What am
I supposed to do—tell them I’m just using them for sex and arm
candy? It just is what it is.”
Blew me away.