And all this time, I thought she was a cold fish!
In Paris, Jackie had her ritual daily cocktail at the bar of the Ritz Hotel where Princess Diana spent her last night. Smoking her trademark Gauloise cigarettes at the time, Jackie was ‘always accompanied by an ever-changing beau de jour, many from the Sorbonne itself’.
In Paris, after having too many Grasshoppers, her favorite summer cocktail, part crème de menthe, crème de cacao, fresh cream and vodka, at a smoky Parisian boite named the White Elephant, she was hot to trot.
‘Virginity was something Jackie wanted to get rid of as soon as possible’, Jackie’s gossipy friend, author Truman Capote said. ‘If my calculations are correct, she went to bed with at least five guys before Jack sampled the honeypot’.
Jack’s courting of Jackie took place in the back seat of JFK’s car, a 1950 two-door Plymouth, according to his close friend, Lem Billing.
‘He would take Jackie back there to neck. One night, a trooper drove up and got out of his patrol car, shining his flashlight into the back seat. Jack had removed Jackie’s bra and was playing with her t**s. When the trooper recognized Jack, he apologized and said, ‘Carry on, Senator’.
Jackie would later tell her sister Lee, ‘I’ve gone to bed with men who have had a problem with hygiene. Not so Bill Holden. He was a compulsive bather before and after sex. He told me he took four showers a day’ during their week-long affair.
Life with Jack wasn’t easy. He never gave up his long nights out and constant infidelities. His constant womanizing deeply wounded Jackie. Marilyn Monroe, Betty Grable, Sophia Loren, Jean Simmons, Lee Remick, Pamela Turnure, Mary Pinchot Meyer were all lovers — to name only a few.
‘I knew that women didn’t find him a great lover’, Jackie confided. ‘He certainly wasn’t. He wanted a quickie and then he was back on the phone talking with some silly politician. When he did have sex with me, he would turn over and go to sleep right away. There I was listening to his snoring and almost crying at my lack of fulfillment as a woman’.
Her resentment built up to one night in 1957 when Jack came home late to their P Street, Georgetown house after a night of partying. Jackie was up waiting, wearing a slip and a bit drunk. A fight ensued with Jackie running out in the street.