Nouriel Roubini was named one of GQ's Men of the Year, which is nice, but what he'd really like is a special lady friend who will put up with his crazy, doom-filled schedule. Vagina carvings are cool, as is the touch of a young actor in his prime, but they apparently start to get old. Ben Kunkel reports:
Being a "work-alcoholic" (another Roubini-ism) takes a toll on his social life. The gossip blog Gawker, noting that Roubini-- in the midst of a recession!-- had allowed himself to be photographed in the company of younger women, labeled him a "playboy economist." In fact, his romantic life seems almost notable for its near nonexistence. When we went to a dinner party one night, he joked that I was his first date in four months. During a period last year, he taught at NYU on Tuesday evenings and typically took a light out of the country each Wednesday, to return on Sunday evening. This left him Monday evenings. "I would meet a woman, she would say, 'What,' I am only good enough for a Monday?' "
"You could have said Monday was the new Friday," I offered.
"For me it was the only Friday."
"You can't even have a pet," I said.
"It would die," he confirmed.
So! The Doctor needs a one night a week woman, or a hooker. Until then, he'll have to settle for up close and personal time with a Hungarian billionaire, who doesn't even notice when Doom has been working out.
Over the summer, Roubini had hired a personal trainer, and he was looking compact and slim inside his suddenly too roomy panda outfit. "I started exercising every other day," he said. "I was feeling grossed out." In August he had gone so far as to take "a real three-, four-day vacation" as a guest of George Soros.
Can Dr. Doom Predict A Recovery? [GQ, not online]