Monday, February 19, 2007

Ralph the Rake!

Is it just me or does everyone feel pretty strongly for Lisa Robertson, the Qantas hostie outed for doing the oofty magoofty with Ralph Fiennes in an aircraft toilet?

I don’t feel sorry for her because she got caught and her name is over every paper from Mumbai to Manchester and back to Melbourne but because she was gullible enough to think she and Ralph the Rake had actually made some sort of connection in the loos.

There is no doubt men lie to get women into bed. How many times has a man whispered into a woman’s ear that “I’ll never hurt you”?

I don’t care what anyone says casual sex is rarely that casual for women. When a woman leaves some bloke’s bed, a small part of her usually gets left behind….

Even if it is a one night stand, every woman kids herself that some kind of connection was made and when the man is cold and dismissive afterward, women are always shocked.

Poor old Lisa Roberston, after she flew back to Sydney, following the Ralph incident, she was told she was suspended without pay pending a disciplinary hearing.

On the advice of a lawyer she tried to make contact with Ralph, leaving an urgent message at the Gate Theatre in Dublin, where she knew he had recently performed.

When he finally returned her call he told her… `We don't know each other very well. I'm very sorry, I can't get involved. I can't help you'.

Lisa says, "I was desperate and suggested we said I was doing something like helping him with a contact lens. But he wouldn't agree.

Then he told me, ' Look, you're just a hostess and you don't even like your job. You can get another job."

"I felt humiliated. It was like talking to a different person.. Then he said, 'Let's have no further phone contact. I'll call you in a month's time, just to show you I'm a human being.'

I don’t feel sorry for Lisa because she’s lost her job or because she’s been exposed for being a bit of a push over. I feel sorry for her because she saw something in a bloke that wasn’t there and that’s a horrible feeling..

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