A Very Sexy Questionnaire

Favorite city?

Rome, or Edinburgh.

Measurements?

32D—26—32. Dress size US 4. Shoe size US 10.

Dream job?

Detective. Or, beneficiary.

Height?

5’10”.

I am happiest when?

I’m getting away with something.

Recent frivolous purchases?

Silk socks from Gammarelli’s. And a 1984 Mercedes 300D turbo diesel.

Favorite films?

Withnail & I. Barry Lyndon. Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans.

Do you believe in second chances?

Unfortunately.

Favorite drink?

Champagne. But I’ll drink a dry gin martini at the Connaught; dirty vodka at Gibson’s.

Languages spoken?

My French is decent; my Italian needs work.

Favorite series?

The Sopranos.

Perfumes?

Hermès Concentré d’orange verte, Knize Ten, Le Labo Rose 31.

Guilty pleasure?

My guilt is never pleasurable.

Never have I ever?

Sold a story.

Favorite novel?

Speak, Memory — Vladimir Nabokov.

Turn-ons?

Attentiveness, humor, crisp white shirts, handsome hands. Oh, and competence, tragically rare.

Turn-offs?

Rudeness to waiters.

Celebrity lookalikes?

Miranda Kerr, Holliday Grainger. . . or so I’ve been told. It must be the cheeks.

The quality I admire most in a man is. . .

Generosity. Of spirit, obviously.

Politically?

Incorrect.

Favorite vice?

Whichever I haven’t given up yet.

Favorite hotels?

Claridge’s, Gleneagles, The Imperial in Vienna, Deetjen’s.

Any dietary restrictions?

No moral ones.

Best subject in school?

History.

Worst subject in school?

Chemistry. In the classroom, anyway.

What’s worth getting into trouble for?

A few good men.

Personal motto?

“I have tried, in my way, to be free.”

Sports played?

Tennis and volleyball.

Any dark secrets?

Sometimes I get lonely too.

Favorite musicians?

Prince, Elvis, Wagner, Mahler.

Best quality?

I forgive easily.

Worst quality?

I remember everything.

Hidden talents?

Classical piano. I can carry a tune. And I’m devastatingly good at GeoGuessr.

What have you learned from men?

Enough to remain interested.

Midnight snack?

Eggs and toast.