The girls next door
Living the fantasy isn’t all it’s cracked up to be
AMY REDEKOPP VOLUNTEER STAFF
The superstitious and those believing in luck have often said that good things come in three. Apparently Hugh Hefner agrees. The Girls Next Door is a comical reality program that documents the escapades of Hugh’s three leading ladies.
Holly, Kendra, and Bridget epitomize 99.9 per cent of heterosexual males’ (and some curious females’) most delectable fantasy. These ladies are vivacious, self-assured beauties that no doubt keep Hugh’s hands full (no pun intended). Admittedly, some of these fantasies coincide with the statement “the more the merrier,” but I for one think that one is often (and sometimes more than) enough.
Sex is good; we all know that. But what happens when your sex drive does not match your lover’s? Remember the last time you tried to surprise your mate with a post-midnight romp in the hay, and all you got out of it was the bitter taste of rejection? Imagine that times three.
All couples experience jealousy at some point or another. At first it may seem to be a cute and endearing expression of love, but it can quickly turn obsessive, ugly, and bothersome. Could you imagine dating three women who are aware of each other and are in competition for attention from their man? Yikes! Females are catty, competitive creatures that will pull out their claws when threatened.
Also, being in a relationship can be expensive. Birthdays, Christmas, Valentine’s Day, the “I screwed up again please forgive me” flowers, date nights, etc., all add up. Unless you have Hugh’s chequebook, it is hard enough to afford one partner, let alone three.
Hugh is a legend, but not many people could handle his polyamorous lifestyle. On the surface his life may be seen as desirable, but there is more to relationships then quantity, beauty, and being the envy of all humankind.
