What? D’you think he sat down one day and said, “Well now, I’m gorgeous, intelligent, successful, famous, talented and principled, how can I make it look like I truly am miserable?”
“I know! I’ll date a string of beautiful women, and when it all gets real and hard and complicated, instead of buckling under the pressure and marrying her so she can bitch at me for a few years until I divorce her and give her half my millions, I’ll send the lass packing (with a suitcase full of very expensive presents no doubt), retire to my luxurious mansion on Lake Como, tool around on my motorcycle, swim in my money Scrooge McDuck style, call my mate Brad and listen to him bitch that he’s married to the world’s most beautiful woman who is a FUCKING HEADCASE, then start dating another beautiful woman.”
Oh yes, what a life of abject misery he must lead. Where do I sign up for such an intolerable life?