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myself. I had tried to rationalize my choices by convincing myself that I had fallen in love with Hef<br />
and just wanted to settle down and have a family.<br />
I know how absolutely insane it sounds to want to have kids with someone in <strong>the</strong>ir 70s. You are<br />
basically robbing a child of his or her fa<strong>the</strong>r before it is even born. Now that I am a mom myself, <strong>the</strong><br />
idea seems even more unpalatable. But I suppose I thought of it as a ticket out—in more ways than<br />
one. The last time <strong>the</strong> mansion had been multiple-girlfriend free was when Hef was married and had<br />
two children, so (considering <strong>the</strong> mind-set I was in) that seemed like an ideal scenario for me. I had<br />
convinced myself that <strong>the</strong> multiple girlfriends were <strong>the</strong> problem, because I just couldn’t admit to<br />
myself that I had made a terrible choice moving into <strong>the</strong> mansion in <strong>the</strong> first place. It was cognitive<br />
dissonance at its finest.<br />
There was also <strong>the</strong> part of me that was grateful for <strong>the</strong> things Hef had afforded me: food and<br />
shelter when I needed it, <strong>the</strong> allowance put towards paying off <strong>the</strong> debts I had from college, and <strong>the</strong><br />
opportunities to be on a television show. Though <strong>the</strong>re was plenty to complain about in <strong>the</strong> way I was<br />
treated, I was grateful for <strong>the</strong> good things and couldn’t stand to be just like so many of <strong>the</strong> girls who<br />
had come before me, taking and running with no shame. Attempting <strong>the</strong> marriage and kids game,<br />
knowing deep down that it was a dead end, was perhaps my subconscious attempt to end <strong>the</strong><br />
relationship in <strong>the</strong> “nicest” way I could think of.<br />
I <strong>the</strong>n confessed something to Bridget that had up to that point been top-secret, known only to me,<br />
Hef, Mary, and a few doctors. A step towards settling down had been made.<br />
Hef had submitted semen samples to a fertility doctor only to find what <strong>the</strong> doctor had predicted<br />
all along—that nothing from this 70-something-year-old man was viable. I’m sure Hef knew this, too,<br />
and that was <strong>the</strong> only reason he decided to humor me and submit anything. I had made it clear to him<br />
several times that I wasn’t going to be happy settling down at <strong>the</strong> mansion without a family and this<br />
was his way of trying to “save <strong>the</strong> relationship,” though I’m sure he was quite relieved to dodge<br />
having ano<strong>the</strong>r child. This was concrete proof slapping me in <strong>the</strong> face that <strong>the</strong>re was no future for me<br />
at <strong>the</strong> mansion and it was ei<strong>the</strong>r sit <strong>the</strong>re and rot or take <strong>the</strong> plunge and face <strong>the</strong> world. I couldn’t even<br />
admit wanting to leave to Bridget—I just told her how heartbroken I was over <strong>the</strong> outcome of <strong>the</strong> tests<br />
and that I didn’t know what to do with my life.<br />
Bridget was a little surprised but not as shocked to hear <strong>the</strong> secret scoop as one might think. She<br />
knew I was miserable and that I had been for a while. She knew I wanted a family in my life someday<br />
and that that wasn’t compatible with life at <strong>the</strong> mansion. She also knew of my o<strong>the</strong>r fear: after being<br />
one of Hef’s seven concubines, would anyone even want me now? Had I ruined myself forever by<br />
making this choice?<br />
She was a consoling friend and a great listener, but she didn’t really know what to say. She had<br />
her own set of frustrations with mansion life and didn’t have <strong>the</strong> answers.<br />
There was something else happening that was distancing me from Hef, and maybe he felt it—I<br />
was starting to realize that perhaps spending <strong>the</strong> rest of my (or, perhaps more accurately, <strong>the</strong> rest of<br />
Hef’s) life at <strong>the</strong> mansion was not what I truly desired. It had been years since Hef had chased after<br />
any o<strong>the</strong>r girls. It was becoming increasingly clear that Bridget and Kendra were restless and thinking<br />
about leaving and that Hef was fine with that, too. When I wasn’t burying my head in my work, I was