(Illo: Brian Taylor)
I happened to be inside my typical banquette dining dining table at Cipriani getting up with my dear buddy and other gala charity seat, an impossibly blond and glamorous socialite. She seemed up, over her grilled salmon and leeks. “Do you have got anyone for my pal Leanne? Her divorce or separation simply became last. ”
We recalled a lithe brunette who seemed good in Lilly, making the rounds for the Hamptons charity cocktail circuit along with her pint-sized now-ex-husband.
“Is she realistic yet? ” We asked.
“Good. ” We sipped my Bellini.
My pal and I also, while an unlikely matchmaking duo, have already been informally installing divorced buddies and “children of” in the Upper East Side for decades, with lasting results.