I told myself that this must be part of some pathetic fallacy, whereby if you fall in love with one man, all men instantly become desirable, whether they actually are or not. But as soon as I laid eyes on the Frenchman with Judy, I realized how ridiculous this was. I didn’t need any pathetic fallacy to tell me that taken all in all—age, weight, shape and color, this was really le jacque pot!
