My favorite Kissinger story was in the early seventies when he was seen in a number of high-profile glitzy party venues always accompanied by a beautiful woman clinging to his arm. And the press reports always mentioned how unkempt and ragged-tired he appeared the late late morning after. Sleepy-eyed enjoyment.
Then it broke. He had been slipping out of the parties flying to Beijing for negotiations for months setting the stage for Nixon’s big China opening visit. He would take the red-eye back home to arrive looking like he had just pulled an all-nighter, which he had but not with a pretty girl but with a room full of old Chinese guys.
Kissinger the faux playboy. I was impressed but disappointed the girls were just a prop.
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