ROGER'S VERSION

Roger was sitting in a restaurant on the Upper East Side, feeling good and 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?"