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For Sarah Symonds, a woman who survives on the kindness of strangers and large doses of self-delusion, it was a harsh moment of reality.
One day last summer, the self-styled ‘professional prostitute mistress’ found herself outside Book Soup, an upmarket bookshop on Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles.
There, on the magazine rack, was Hello! with Gordon Ramsay posing happily with his wife Tana and their four young children on the front cover.
‘She went nuts,’ said a friend of hers. ‘She turned around and said: “How can he make so much money when I am so much more talented?”
Because she can do what?
‘Then she added: “Tana is like all the wives. She must know what he does when he’s not with her. But she gets the big house, the fame, the kids. Women are so desperate. They get the husband and then just cling to him, no matter what he does.”’
Well, nothing new about women who are incapable of being successful themselves, attaching themselves to men of money and power.
Ramsay had been an on-off lover of Symonds for seven years. But while he had flourished with a seemingly perfect family life and a £100million business and was the world’s richest chef, she had seen her own unrealistic dreams of fame come to nothing. Symonds, a 38-year-old from Newport in South Wales, had left comprehensive school with just a clutch of O-levels but a steely determination to better herself.
Her biggest fear was that she would end up like her 80-year-old mother Jean, a softly-spoken hairdresser who never left her home town. Yet she craved her mother’s approval and felt she could never live up to the success of her older brother Mark, an architect who lives in a beautiful house in San Diego with his wife and two children.
Well she could have alway put in the long, hard work of qualifying as an architect or a professional in a specialised industry. That would of course involve two things. One, putting in alot of work for a long time with no immediate reward, and two, actually having the brains to do it.
At first Symonds worked in public relations and various branches of hospitality, all the time longing to become wealthy and famous herself.
Please. PR? Don’t make me laugh, and the same with hospitality. Anyone can do that, which means there is alot more competition, especially from women, funnily enough. I guess she couldn’t compete with them either.
But finding she had no discernible talent, except for what she called ‘delusions of self worth bags of street smart’, she fell back on the oldest weapon in a woman’s armoury – her arse looks. Honing the skills that would lead her to bed Ramsay, she always wore clothes to show off her figure and she spent hours working out and was always dieting.
Her bedroom became her boudoir, filled with scented candles, with fake silk leopard skin sheets on the bed – all chosen with one ambition in mind – to use seduction of married men to better herself in the world, no matter what.
I would rather bed a prostitute, at least they have the integrity to tell you what the deal is upfront.
One friend said: ‘Sarah sees men as potential conquests. In a restaurant she will bat her eyes at every man from the waiter to the baffled bus boy.
‘That’s her weapon and when she focuses on a man, they honestly don’t stand a chance. And yet she seems to hate men. She seems to have absolutely no respect for them.’
This is because of penis envy. Why should they be successful and not her? They only train and work hard for decades. She bends over, should be just as successful! In fact, it is because she views men as a means to a (rich) end.
Her ruthless ambition led her to join a millionaire’s dating club in Los Angeles. A doctor she met there took her to a wedding, where she met the actor Ray Winstone – but she was rebuffed when she tried to flirt with him.
Nobody messes with Raymundo.
Meanwhile she decided to try her luck in Hollywood, making a beeline for influential and high profile men.
Her own attempts at plays, scripts, TV pilots and fiction largely flopped and certainly didn’t pay many bills. Penniless, she had one last, desperate plan to make money – by betraying her lover, Ramsay.
The thing with art and literature is that anyone can do it, but you have to know what you’re doing to do it well. Like playing a guitar. She obviously can’t write for shit, she did because she thinks it should just ‘happen’. I knew a guy like this, a completely deluded prick. Still, he never even thought about doing what this parasite did.
Symonds had toyed with the idea for a number of years – a plan she dubbed ‘Operation Geraldine’. Indeed, she kept a detailed diary, text messages from him and even emails in which he called her ‘darling’. She tested the waters by confiding in friends about her meetings with the chef.
‘She is desperate to be famous, she filmed a TV pilot of a talk show about mistresses, funded by one of her lovers. But it didn’t get picked up. She’s now trying to sell a show to VH1 called Mistresses To Mrs.
‘Meanwhile, she would talk long into the night about wanting the big house in Beverly Hills, the flash car and all the rest of it. But she was reduced to shopping in the outlet store Ross Dress For Less.’
Eaten up with jealousy at his success and piqued because he refused to make time to see her during a trip to Los Angeles, Symonds began to plan her revenge – all the time professing contempt for what she saw as his lack of intelligence and prowess in bed.
Why do women who have been shunned or left by men, suddenly start attacking the man’s sexual ability/ size of his pork sword etc? I mean, if he was so bad, why were you with him for so long? It’s funny, any bitter breakup and nine times out of ten, the woman will write a book or do some interviews talking about how useless he was, all of a sudden. LOL.
Her friend said, ‘I asked her once if she felt guilty about sleeping with married men and getting money or flats or whatever and she said: “No, why should I? It’s a business deal. They get what they want and I get what I want. I think you are stupid if you sleep with a man and don’t benefit financially from it.”
Sarah has lots of affairs with lots of married men.
‘But the weird thing with Gordon is that she told me she never fancied him. I asked her why she continued to sleep with him and she told me, “It makes me feel powerful. I’ve got something over him. He has all this fame, power and money but I could destroy it in an instant if his wife ever found out about me. I like having that power.”
‘When I said, “Well, you don’t have to sleep with him,” she said: “Oh yes I do. It’s more fodder for my book. I will use him to get what I want. He is using me so I will use him.”
‘Sarah thinks she is prettier, cleverer and smarter than the rest of us. She can’t comprehend why she doesn’t have her own talk show and mini empire.
I have a few possible reasons
In rare moments of reflection, over her favourite chardonnay, Symonds would admit her entire ‘career’ as a seductress was a rebellion against her humdrum working-class roots. The friend explained: ‘She’s like a thousand other girls but her problem is that she’s 38 and knows time is running out.
Yes, it is. As women get older, they come under increasing competition from more youthful, prettier girls for the affections of men. As this happens, these women realise that the hard nosed career woman path does not impress men at all. Men like feminine women, not men with a vagina. This is when they start hating men, because they are not getting what they want from them anymore, something they may have done when they were younger. But they will never be young again.
‘At the same time, she is contemptuous of desperate wives who stick with their husbands. She thought Mary Archer was an idiot. To Sarah, every man was a potential conquest and if they were rich and famous, all the better.
‘She was dismissive of women who stayed home raising children. She believes every man will cheat. To her the concept of fidelity doesn’t exist.’
Damaged goods for sure. Probably jealous for the love and security of those women, and her attitude to everyone is just projection of her own screwed up, narcissistic, desperate mind.