Skipper and Mr. Marvelous
Seek Hot Sex in
Southampton Hedges
Maybe it&`&s just the indisputable fact that most people really do look
better with a tan. Or maybe it&`&s proof that the sex drive is stronger
than ambition, even for New Yorkers. In any case, there is
something about the Hamptons that lends itself to meaningless
sexual encounters, the kind of embarrassingly brief couplings that
most people don&`&t necessarily want to acknowledge in the morning.
Call it a combination of skin (the topless women on Media
Beach), geography (it takes sooooo long to drive from
Southampton to East Hampton, especially if it&`&s four in the
morning), and topography (all those high hedges where couples can hide).
But figuring out how to work all those elements to one&`&s
advantage, especially if you&`&re a man, can take some finesse. And
youth is not necessarily an advantage. You have to know the ropes
and how to get out of them gracefully afterward. Otherwise, you&`&ll
end up with something, but it might not be what you expected.
Here&`&s a cautionary tale about three hopeful bachelors in the
Hamptons during Fourth of July weekend.
But first, meet our contestants.
Bachelor No. i: Skipper Johnson, twenty-five. Preppy.
Entertainment law. Boy wonder. Plans to run one of the big studios
someday, which he says will be in New York. Beach toys: small
Mercedes, Brooks Brothers clothing ("I have a Brooks Brothers
body"), and cellular phone, of which he makes constant use.
Recently, friends complained that Skipper spent two hours in the
parking lot at the beach, on the phone, doing a deal. "It&`&s such a
waste of time going to the beach," Skipper says. "Besides, I don&`&t
like getting sandy." Is worried about his recent lack of sexual
success. "Do women think I&`&m gay?" he asks, earnestly.
Bachelor No. 2: Mr. Marvelous, sixty-five, says he&`&s sixty. Square
jaw, silver hair, bright blue eyes, athletic—all parts work on
demand. Married (and divorced) five times. Twelve kids—wives
number two, three, and four all good friends. Buddies wonder what
his secret is. Beach toys: none. But can talk about penthouse
apartment on Park Avenue, house in Bedford, apartment in Palm
Beach. Staying with friends for the weekend on Further Lane in East
Hampton. Considering buying a place.
Bachelor No. 3: Stanford Blatch, thirty-seven. Screenwriter. The
next Joe Eszterhas. Gay but prefers straight guys. Long, dark, curly
hair; refuses to cut it or put it in a ponytail. Will probably get
married and have kids someday. Stays in Grandmother&`&s house on
Halsey Neck Lane in Southampton; Grandma lives in Palm Beach.
Beach toys: doesn&`&t drive, so convinces family chauffeur to come
out on weekends to drive him around. Best beach toy: has known
everybody worth knowing since he was a child, so he doesn&`&t have
to prove it.