January 26, 2014
As an older and much more mature man than I was some years ago, I am almost embarrassed how I acted in front of women with my two friends Roger Vadim and Eddie Barclay. What we three had in common was drinks, music, literature, and...women. When the three of us got together a certain madness took over, that wouldn't happen if we were separated from each other. Thinking back now, it is scary.
There was a beautiful girl, whose name has stayed with me for many years now. Jenny Colon, whose name I like to think is more of a grammar issue than a body function, used to go out with a common friend of ours, Gérard. Or we should say he wanted to have her as a girlfriend. She sort of played with him in a rather cruel way, and when the three of got together we became obsessed with seducing her. While we were sitting at the Taboo club, drinking what I think was our third bottle of wine, we thought of a plan to invite Gérard and Jenny to my apartment that wasn't too far away from the club.
First things first was that we got rid of the chairs and tables. There would be only two choices here. Either standing up or laying on the floor or the bed, which was the only furniture in the room. It was small, there was this room, a small kitchen and toilet with a very small shower.
Gérard showed up with a bottle of wine, but as he entered us three looked behind him to see where Jenny was. I actually immediately left the apartment and went down the flight of winding stairs to see if she may be on the first floor for some reason. When I came back up, Gérard was in tears, saying that he and Jenny had an argument before leaving his place. The three of us looked at each other, and we just without saying a word, left the apartment, leaving Gérard alone with the bed and his bottle of wine.