“Sex wasn’t on my mind when I sat down across from the president,” writes the reporter Nina Burleigh in an article in this month’s Mirabella magazine. Notwithstanding the implausibility of these words — who can sit across from the president these days and not think about sex? — her words have earned her eternal fame in the annals of Washington journalism. Nina (having read her article, THE SCRAPBOOK feels we’re on a first-name basis) is a former White House correspondent for Time magazine, and her Mirabella article describes a game of hearts (literally and metaphorically) that she played with Bill Clinton on Air Force One. Let her tell the tale:
“When I got up and shook his hand at the end of the game, his eyes wandered over my bike-wrecked, naked legs. And slowly it dawned on me as I walked away: He found me attractive. . . . I felt incandescent. It was riveting to know that the President had appreciated my legs, scarred as they were. If he had asked me to continue the game of hearts back in his room at the Holiday Inn, I would have been happy to go there and see what happened. . . . It took several hours and a few drinks in the steaming and now somehow romantic Arkansas night to shake the intoxicated state in which I had been quite willing to let myself be ravished by the President, should he have but asked.”
Actually, Nina hasn’t yet shaken that “intoxicated state.” Just last week she told the Washington Post that she would be happy to “give the president [oral sex] just to thank him for keeping abortion legal.” Wow. What does he get for the child-care bill?
