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‘slut’. Ever. I do not use that word in my vocabulary. If a woman is sleeping around or being promiscuous it’s because she is searching: for love, for a good time, for a good orgasm, for an escape. Or maybe even for money. For whatever reason it may be, no man (or woman) has a right to judge her.
    • Always call a woman after a date. Even if you never want to see her again. Why? Because it’s polite. Tell her you had a nice time. Treat others as you would like to be treated yourself, especially women.
    • Don’t bullshit a woman. Don’t say, “I’ll call you,” if you don’t mean it. If you just want sex, make that clear from the beginning. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
    • Always walk her home at night, drive her home or call a cab. Pay for the cab yourself. Make sure she has unlocked her door before you drive away.
    • Don’t invite yourself into her house. Like a vampire, let yourself be invited.
    • Don’t fuck another man’s girl, no matter how tempting.
    • The most important rule of all: When you fuck her, let her come first.
    You see, it’s no good just having sex for your own pleasure. Where’s the fun in that? A real man needs to know that a woman needs him. Even if it’s for just one night, you want her remembering you for being a good fuck, not a fuck-up. Your cock is a tool that must be used carefully. As with any tool, you, the artisan, need to deploy it with precision. Trust me, the rewards are worth it.
    Women are experts at faking orgasms and a lot of men are too dumb to tell the difference, or too proud to acknowledge that it has ever happened to them. But in that department, believe me, most women could win an Oscar.
    However, having said all this, I was, at that point in my life, beginning to realize that by not being an asshole and caring too much, I was creating a ‘backlog’ of women: ex-girlfriends, and exes of every kind. It was dawning on me: Women don’t forget . I guess there are so many assholes out there, that by being halfway decent, a man can earn big brownie points.
    I’d earned too many brownie points.
    And it was getting out of control.

    The next day, I got up early and cadged a lift to Paris with Sophie in her jet. I had business there and wanted to drop in on my mother and see Rex. I decided that I wouldn’t pick him up that time around, because of the Mumbai trip coming up, but that I’d make arrangements for him to come and live with me in New York as soon as I could. After all, he was the one I bought my huge apartment for, with its views of Central Park and its rooftop garden. Only the best for Monsieur Rex!
    Sometimes, I try to imagine a world without dogs, and I can’t. Rex has seen me through no end of strife. He helped me set up HookedUp . That’s not a joke, it’s a fact.
    So Sophie and I were on the plane, about to fly to Paris. She was dressed immaculately (as always), stretching out her slim legs as she carefully tucked a tendril of dark hair into her chignon while looking into her powder compact, or whatever it is that women use. She eased herself back into her airplane seat: we were taking off. I could tell she was in ‘personal’ mode, not ‘business’ mode by the look on her face, when she began, “So you actually like the American?”
    I frowned at her. I wasn’t in the mood.
    “How is she?” she added.
    I knew what she meant by that. She wanted me to give her intimate details. I replied, “She’s a very friendly, fun girl.”
    “Watch out.”
    “Why, you think she’s dangerous?” I said with a dry smile.
    “You can’t risk everything by playing about with American gold-diggers.”
    I languidly stretched out my arms. I wasn’t even going to reply to her inane comment, but found myself mumbling, “Get a life, Sophie, and stop meddling with mine.”
    “I’m only looking out for you.”
    “I can look out for myself, thanks.”
    “Well, when I have a moment, I’m going to get her checked out,” she