Well, I don't know about his life (it might say something about Kindle users), but as a book reader and blogger I am continually fighting off the advances of beautiful, intelligent and accomplished women.
Just the other day, Jennifer Aniston jumped out of her Range Rover as I sat at Tapas Teatro reading Victor Fleming: An American Movie Master.
Last week, as I was sipping Lillet and perusing Chanel in Petit Louis, two French models -- twins, no less -- introduced themselves and asked to join me for dessert.
And a couple of weeks ago, the Eroica Trio accosted me as I sat in the Meyerhoff lobby, reading George Gershwin. I could go on -- the Kilgore Rangerettes, the female cast members of Chicago, etc. -- but must I?