Lunch with a Bulgarian "Investment Banker"

I always enjoy my friends from the former Easter block. They have unexpected opinions. Today I had lunch with my friend Peter, who used to be head of investment banking for Merrill Lynch's Moscow operations. Peter is in enjoying life. He has been married to a Penthouse Pet (Russia) for 12 years. The lady is a wonderful mother, and is smoking hot. Peter caught me glancing at his wife in a mirror. As an individual he long past jealousy. Instead he turned to me and said "... behind every penthouse pet is a man. A man who is sick to death of banging her and wants a new experience. Familiarity is the taproot of contempt." As a single guy, who was on the outskirts of the dating world in high school and cobbled together some flings and experiences in university, I always felt I missed the boat. Peter had not sympathy. "We all get jaded and are dissatisfied. This is why so many crime boss die in their bath tubs through auto affixation ... even with a chicken in their ass." There are more tears from realized dreams than from unrealized ones. The reality of something very attractive might not be wonderful as the image. Peter's primary complaint about his "Pet" her high protein and fibre diet has turned her into a nigh time fart mill. Not my first thought