Our Spy On the Upper East Side: Summer Husbands -- Bachelors On The Prowl?

Oh the lonely life of a husband adrift in New York: Summer Bachelors left to drink alone at the Harvard Club in rumpled khaki suits or catch an action film in an overly air conditioned theater before grabbing a burger and heading home to an empty bed. What these dads must sacrifice to make sure loved ones are inhaling fresh air.

And, if you believe that, you’re high on something.

Just about now, the annual summer migration begins – black windowed Escalades are loaded up with fresh Vilebrequin bathing suits, new Nikes and new nannies. And from the sidewalk daddy gets to wave good-bye, look tearful and then hit the ground running….in the opposite direction.

While his wife slathers sun block on the kids and heads to the Southampton Bathing Corporation or tucks the tanned little bodies into bed before rushing off to share frozen margaritas with the girls, these fellows are on the move. I doubt it’s to a PG movie. Picture Clark Kent shedding both his clothes, and his identity in a phone booth and you’ve got the summer bachelor heading downtown to the Gansevoort roof bar for a little fickle tickle.

Summers are for lovers, your rich husbands included.

At age 23, I remember being taken out to expensive restaurants by husbands of friends all in the name of keeping them busy. But busy hands was more like it along with tales of marriages that weren’t working and wives that quickly tired of sex once the kids were born. Yikes!!