介绍:
LOVE AT THE BOWERY BAR, PART I
It's Friday night at the Bowery Bar. It's snowing outside and buzzing inside.
There's the actress from Los Angeles, looking delightfully out of place in her
vinyl gray jacket and miniskirt, with her gold-medallioned, too-tanned escort.
There's the actor, singer, and party boy Donovan Leitch in a green down jacket
and a fuzzy beige hat with earflaps. There's Francis Ford Coppola at a table
with his wife. There's an empty chair at Francis Ford Coppola's table. It's not
just empty: It's alluringly, temptingly, tauntingly, provocatively empty. It's so
empty that it's more full than any other chair in the place. And then, just when
the chair's emptiness threatens to cause a scene, Donovan Leitch sits down for
a chat. Everyone in the room is immediately jealous. Pissed off. The energy of
the room lurches violently. This is romance in New York.
THE HAPPILY MARRIED MAN
"Love means having to align yourself with another person, and what if that
person turns out to be a liability?" said a friend, one of the few people I know
who's been happily married for twelve years. "And the more you're able to
look
back, the more you're proven right in hindsight. Then you get further and
further away from having a relationship, unless something big comes along to
shake you out of it—like your parents dying.
"New Yorkers build up a total facade that you can't penetrate," he
continued. "I feel so lucky that things worked out for me early on, because it's
so easy not to have a relationship here—it almost becomes impossible to go
back."
THE HAPPILY (SORT OF) MARRIED WOMAN
A girlfriend who was married called me up. "I don't know how anyone makes
relationships work in this town. It's really hard. All the temptations. Going
out. Drinks. Drugs. Other people. You want to have fun. And if you're a
couple, what are you going to do? Sit in your little box of an apartment and
stare at each other? When you're alone, it's easier," she said, a little wistfully.
"You can do what you want. You don't have to go home."
THE BACHELOR OF COCO PAZZO
Years ago, when my friend Capote Duncan was one of the most eligible
bachelors in New York, he dated every woman in town. Back then, we were
still romantic enough to believe that some woman could get him. He has to
fall in love someday, we thought. Everyone has to fall in love, and when he
does, it will be with a woman who's beautiful and smart and successful. But
then those beautiful and smart and successful women came and went. And he
still hadn't fallen in love.
We were wrong. Today, Capote sits at dinner at Coco Pazzo, and he says
he's ungettable. He doesn't want a relationship. Doesn't even want to try.
Isn't interested in the romantic commitment. Doesn't want to hear about the
neurosis in somebody else's head. And he tells women that he'll
be their friend, and they can have sex with him, but that's all there is and
that's all there's ever going to be.
And it's fine with him. It doesn't even make him sad anymore the way it
used to.
