"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand."
"Pale, nervous girls with black-rimmed glasses and blunt-cut hair lolled around on sofas, riffling Penguin Classics provocatively. [...] But it wasn’t just intellectual experiences—they were peddling emotional ones, too. 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."
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Source: The Whore of Mensa. www.newyorker.com. December 16, 1974.
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