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Authors: Candace Bushnell

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"I think the issue of unmarried, older women is conceivably the biggest problem in New York City," Peter snapped, then thoughtfully added, "It provides torment for so many women, and a lot of them are in denial."

Peter told a story. He has a woman friend, forty-one. She'd always gone out with extremely sexy guys and just had a good time. Then she went out with a guy who was twenty and was mercilessly mocked. Then she went out with another sexy guy her age, and he left her, and suddenly she couldn't get any more dates. She had a complete physical breakdown and couldn't keep her job and had to move back to Iowa to live with her mother. This is beyond every woman's worst nightmare, and it's not a story that makes men feel bad.

ROGER'S VERSION

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drinking red wine. He's thirty-nine, and he runs his own fund and lives on Park Avenue in a classic-six apartment. He was thinking about what I'll call the mid-thirties power flip.

"When you're a young guy in your twenties and early thirties, women are controlling the relationships," Roger explained. "By the time you get to be an eligible man in your late thirties, you feel like you're being devoured by women." In other words, suddenly the guy has all the power. It can happen overnight.

Roger said he had gone to a cocktail party earlier in the evening, and, when he walked in, there were seven single women in their mid- to late thirties, all Upper East Side blond, wearing black cocktail dresses, and one wittier than the next. "You know that there's nothing you can say that's wrong," Roger said. "For women, it's desperation combined with reaching their sexual peak. It's a very volatile combination. You see that look in their eyes—possession at any cost mixed

with a healthy respect for cash flow—and you feel like they're going to Lexis and Nexis you as soon as you leave the room. The worst thing is, most of these women are really interesting because they didn't just go and get married. But when a man sees that look in their eyes—how can you feel passionate?"

Back to Peter, who was working himself into a frenzy over Alec Baldwin.

"The problem is expectations. Older women don't want to settle for what's still available. They can't find guys who are cool and vital, so they say screw it—I'd rather be alone. No, I don't feel sorry for anyone who has expectations they can't meet. I feel sorry for the loser guys who these women won't look at.

What they really want is Alec Baldwin. There isn't one woman in New York who hasn't turned down ten wonderful, loving guys because they were too fat or they weren't powerful enough or they weren't rich enough or indifferent enough. But those really sexy guys the women are holding out for are interested in girls in their mid-twenties."

By now, Peter was practically screaming. "Why don't those women marry a fat guy? Why don't they marry a big, fat tub of lard?"

GOOD FRIENDS, LOUSY HUSBANDS

I asked that very question to Charlotte, the English journalist. "I'll tell you why," she said. "I've gone out with some of those guys—the ones who are short, fat, and ugly—and it doesn't make any difference. They're just as unappreciative and self-centered as the good-looking ones.

"By the time you get to your mid-thirties and you're not married, you think. Why should I settle?" Charlotte said. She said she'd just turned down a date with a beautifully eligible, recently divorced forty-one-year-old banker because his unmentionable was too small. "Index finger," she sighed.

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women not being able to get married? It's so small-minded, I can't even deal with it. If you want to get these guys, you have to shut up. You have to sit there and shut up and agree with everything they say."

Luckily, my friend Amalita called and explained it all to me. Explained why terrific women are often alone, and not happy about it, but not exactly desperate about it, either. "Oh honey," she cooed into the phone. She was in a good mood because she'd had sex the night before, with a twenty-four-year-old law student. "Everyone knows that men in New York make great friends and lousy husbards. In South America, where I come from, we have an expression: Better alone than badly accompanied."

5

Meet the Guys

Who Bed Models!

There was just the slightest stir as "Gregory Roque," the conspiracy filmmaker, slipped into the Bowery Bar on a recent Friday night. The auteur of such controversial films as
G.R.F.
(Gerald Rudolph Ford) and
The
Monkees,
Mr. Roque was wearing a tatty tweed jacket and keeping his head file://D:\Bushnell, Candace - Sex and the City.htm 2008.09.06.

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down. Surrounding him was a swarm of six young women, new models with a well-known modeling agency. All of the girls were under twenty-one (two were as young as sixteen), and most of them had never seen Mr. Roque's films and, frankly, couldn't have cared less.

Functioning like two small tugboats in keeping the swarm moving and intact were the modelizers, Jack and Ben—two self-employed investors in their early thirties—men of nondescript features, save for the buckteeth of one and the stylish spiky haircut of the other.

At first glance, it looked like a merry group. The girls were smiling. Mr.

Roque sat in a banquette, flanked by his beauties, while the two young men sat in the aisle chairs as if to

ward off any unwelcome intruders who might try to talk to Mr. Roque or, even worse, steal one of the girls.

Mr. Roque would lean toward one or another girl, engaging in snippets of conversation. The young men were lively. But it wasn't quite as charming as it appeared. For one thing, if you looked closely at the girls, you could see the boredom pulling down their features like old age. They had nothing to say to Mr. Roque and even less to say to each other. But everyone at the table had a job to do, and they were doing it. So the group sat and sat, looking glamorous, and after a while, they got in Mr. Roque's limousine and went to the Tunnel, where Mr. Roque danced dispiritedly with one of the girls and then realized he was bored up to his eyeteeth and went home alone. The girls stayed for a while and took drugs, and then Jack, who had the spiky haircut, grabbed one of the girls and said, "You stupid slut," and she went home with him. He gave her more drugs and she gave him a blow job.

That sort of scenario is acted out just about every night in New York, in restaurants and clubs. There, one invariably finds the beautiful young models who flock to New York like birds, and their attendants, men like Jack and Ben, who practically make a profession of wining and dining them and, with varying degrees of success, seducing them. Meet the modelizers.

Modelizers are a particular breed. They're a step beyond womanizers, who will sleep with just about anything in a skirt. Modelizers are obsessed not with women but with models. They love them for their beauty and hate them for everything else. "Their stupidity, their flakiness, their lack of values, their baggage," says Jack. Modelizers inhabit a sort of parallel universe, with its own planets (Nobu, Bowery Bar, Tabac, Flowers, Tunnel, Expo, Metropolis) and satellites (the various apartments, many near Union Square, that the big modeling agencies rent for the models) and goddesses (Linda, Naomi, Christy, Elle, Bridget).

Welcome to their world. It's not pretty.

THE MODELIZERS

Not any man can become a modelizer. "To get models, you have to be rich, really good-looking, and/or in the arts," says Barkley. He's an up-and-coming artist, and he has a face like a Botticelli angel, framed by a blond pageboy haircut. He's sitting in his junior loft in SoHo, which is paid for by his file://D:\Bushnell, Candace - Sex and the City.htm 2008.09.06.

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parents, as are all the rest of his expenses, his father being a coat-hanger magnate in Minneapolis. That's good for Barkley, because being a modelizer isn't cheap—there are drinks at clubs, dinners, cab expenses from one club to another, and drugs—mostly marijuana, but occasionally heroin and cocaine.

It also takes time—lots of time. Barkley's parents think he's painting, but he's too busy spending his days organizing his nights with models.

"Frankly, I'm kind of confused about this whole model thing," Barkley says. He's pacing around his loft in leather jeans, shirtless. His hair is just-washed and his chest has something like three hairs on it. Models love him.

They think he's hot and nice. "You've got to treat them just like regular girls,"

he says. Then he lights up a cigarette and says, "You've got to be able to roll into a place and go right up to the hottest girl there—otherwise, you're finished. It's like being around dogs, you've got to show no fear."

The phone rings. Hannah. She's doing a shoot in Amsterdam. Barkley puts her on the speaker. She's lonely and she's stoned. "I miss you, baby," she moans. Her voice is like a serpent trying to crawl out of its skin. "If you were here right now I'd have your ding-dong down my throat.
Aaaaahhhh.
I love that so much, baby."

"See?" Barkley says. He talks to her, raking his fingers through his hair.

He lights up a joint. "I'm smoking with you now, baby."

"There are two kinds of modelizers—those who are closing the deal, and those who aren't," says Coerte Felske, author of
Shallow Man,
a novel about a man who chases models.

Leading the pack are the supermodelizers—men who are seen with the likes of Elle Macpherson, Bridget Hall, Naomi Campbell. "There are guys like this any place models congregate—Paris, Milan, and Rome," says Mr. Felske.

"These guys have status in the world of modeling. They can pick off models like clay pigeons. They burn 'em and churn 'em."

But not all modelizers are high profile. In Manhattan, a necessary stopping-off point for young new models, just being rich can be enough. Take George and his partner, Charlie. On any given night of the week, George and Charlie are taking a group of models, sometimes up to twelve, out to dinner.

George and Charlie could be Middle European or even Middle Eastern, but in truth they're from New Jersey. They're in the import-export business, and though neither is thirty yet, they're each worth a few million.

"Charlie never gets laid," says George, laughing, spinning around in his leather swivel chair behind a large mahogany desk in his office. There are oriental carpets on the floor and real art on the walls. George says he doesn't care about getting laid. "It's a sport," he says.

"For these guys, the girls are a trophy extension," confirms Mr. Felske.

"Maybe they feel unattractive or are blindly ambitious."

Last year, George got a nineteen-year-old model pregnant. He knew her for five weeks. Now they've got a nine-month-old son. He never sees her anymore. Here's what she wants: $4,500 a month in child support, a $500,000 life insurance policy, a $50,000 college fund. "I think that's a little excessive, don't you?" George asks. When he smiles, the tops of his teeth are gray.

WILHELMINA GIRLS

So how does a guy get into George's position? "The girls travel in packs,"

explains Barkley. "It's a very closed group. The models hang out in posses and live in groups in model apart-file://D:\Bushnell, Candace - Sex and the City.htm 2008.09.06.

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ments. They don't feel safe unless they go out together. It's intimidating to a guy.

"On the flip side, it works to your advantage, because if there are twenty models in a place, the one you want is not going to be the most beautiful. You have more of a chance. If there's just one, she's the most beautiful, and she can work it. When you go up to one in a group of four or five, it makes that girl feel like she's better than the other girls."

The trick is meeting one girl. The best way is through a mutual friend.

"Once a guy has access, once you get validated by one of the girls," says Mr.

Felske, "then the guy gets beyond being an ordinary Joe."

Three years ago, George was at a club where he ran into a girl he knew from high school who was with a booker with an agency. He met some models. He had drugs. Eventually, they all went back to the models'

apartment. He had enough to keep them going until seven in the morning. He fooled around with one of them. The next day, she agreed to see him again, but only if all the other girls could come, too. He took them all out to dinner.

He kept going. "That was the beginning of the obsession," he says.

George knows all of the model apartments now—the places where, for five hundred dollars a month, a new model gets to sleep in a bunk bed in a cramped two- or three-bedroom apartment with five other girls. But he's got to keep up, because the girls come and go all the time, and you have to stay close to at least one girl in the apartment.

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