Eat Your Hearts Out
Some of you have been nasty. Many of you have been nice.
To the naysayers: I wanted a nice meal. I got one. I enjoyed every morsel. As Lynn Harris of Salon.com said, “this ‘dinner whore’ thing is a tempest in a ‘tini. A night out that doesn’t necessarily lead to sex? Call me crazy, but I call that dating.”
The rest: You’re fabulous! I’m glad that you were entertained by me and Ms. Stadtmiller’s amusing piece in Thursday’s New York Post.
One can not think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not eaten well.
–Virginia Woolf
EAT YOUR HEARTS OUT.
January 19th, 2006 at 2:59 pm
Would you really call that dating though? Is going out with a man (or woman) “dating” if all you’re interested in is a meal?
I thought the piece was excellent, by the way. Older men trying to woo women with little more than their wallets or corporate accounts deserve to be taken for a ride, and I don’t mean the bedroom rollercoaster!
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January 19th, 2006 at 6:55 pm
Sounds like a dinner date to me and I’d probably be doing that if I were single with an expense account. I know professional women who’ve expensed men, but usually with more of a longterm interest rather than a Saturday night payoff.
I’d be a D.W. too if I were a beautiful young writer in NYC. How does one write about such facets of life without entering the jeweler’s shop…or the chef’s restaurant?
Hmm, if the women are called Dinner Whores, what are the older men with the corporate c-cards called?