He has been married several times, has a way with the ladies and always seems to land on his feet no matter how colourful his romantic life. Not even the 20-year age gap between him and his current squeeze has tripped him up in the court of public opinion.
His looks aren’t conventional and yet women seem to find our potential new prime minister unfeasibly attractive. I don’t get it, personally. But maybe I’m in the minority. When an old schoolfriend of mine met him at a business event recently she posted pictures of herself on Facebook hugging him. He clearly had her completely captivated.
But as he could be the next leader of our country, should we not think a little more closely about his private life? After all, can we really trust a man who has traded in not one but two wives for newer models?
I’m not talking about Boris Johnson. We all know about his private life. It’s hardly even private, never has been, let’s be honest. Boris likes the ladies. The ladies like Boris. Sometimes it all comes unstuck. Boris has got that magnetism that makes you fall for him despite his faults.
I shared a cab with him when he was campaigning to be mayor of London and suddenly found myself fantasising about cosying up to him on the back seat. I didn’t. He was a complete gentleman. But there was something about him that made me like him more than I was planning to. I could totally see us screaming at each other late into the night, spilling wine on the sofa, neighbours banging on the door.
No, what I find baffling and disturbing is the allure of the other potential PM, the one whose private life we never talk about, the one to whom feminists give a completely free pass.
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