For a dating wunderkind such as Mandy Stadtmiller, "newsprint ass" is just another occupational hazard (others include "unwanted comparisons to hack writer Carrie Bradshaw" and "my parents think I'm a slut, and they're right.") Because, you see, when you're paid to have sex and then write about it, it's not long before everything becomes an aphrodisiac.
From Stadtmiller's most recent sexcapades:
Post Dating Cue Perfect Weekend Event No. 3:
“Mi casa es su casa,” he says as I explore the house and he goes off to buy a copy of The Post. He returns, the newspaper gets quickly cast aside, and once again we are Talking About Sailing.
“Uh,” I realize. “We just had sex on the New York Post.”
“It’s too bad,” he says. “If we planned it better, we could say we actually had sex on Page Six.”
“You’re right,” I say, “that would be hilarious.”
And by "hilarious" Stadtmiller actually means "the most action Bill Hoffman's seen since the late 1980's."
Editorial Director
Wow, that's a column in an actual newspaper? I read better stuff in my college paper.
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