He Gets Me

Paris, earlier today. It’s a (vaccinated) summer family reunion and I’m catching up with relatives I haven’t seen for AGES. Like my impeccably dressed (three piece suit on a warm, un-air-conditioned, Saturday) 83 year old great uncle. We cheek kiss “STILL searching for love, Uncle Remy?” “Forget love. My dear, I’m an old, self-absorbed narcissist. What I look for is someone young and frivolous whose most complicated desire is fun - specifically fun that can be bought - that’s an important distinction.” I gasp and pose. “You’re looking for MEEEE!,” I squeal. “Oh, if I needed a spoiled, over-serious, temperamental, unappeasable rich girl - I’d think of you.” “You GET me!,” *I beam with pride*